MASTERSON, Jordyn

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] JORDYN EMMA MASTERSON ------------------------------------------------- FULL NAME Jordyn Emma Masterson NICKNAMES Jo, J, Jem(by her father) AGE 24 GENDER Female BIRTHDAY July 13th SPECIES Werewolf ALLIANCE Neutral. SEXUALITY Heterosexual ------------------------------------------------- PLAY-BY Tessa Rae Marek EYES Almond shaped blue eyes HAIR Dirty blonde, mid-back, naturally wavy BODY TYPE Slim HEIGHT 5ft 9 in WEIGHT 137 lbs DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Strong jaw line, many many tattoos covering different areas of her body. STYLE Jordyn wears anything from typical country fashion with plaid shirts to the punk-rock style. Everything is always snug fit, and it's not often she covers up much of that perfectly in shape body. ------------------------------------------------- LIKES Hunting Meat Football Baseball Wrestling Guns Rain Tattoos Beaches Dogs DISLIKES Cats Dancing Tomatoes Snow Heavy perfume/cologne Sexist jerks Hearing someone say she can't do something Submitting People who think they are perfect Obnoxious people STRENGTHS Determined Great fighting skills Excellent tracker Quick witted WEAKNESSES Stubborn Bad temper Her father Kids or those weaker than her HABITS Bites her nails Grinds her teeth when angry Sings in the shower FEARS Losing her father Being treated like an animal Dying like her mother DESIRES To learn control SECRETS Is terrified of being a werewolf. OVERALL Jordyn looks like a girl, dresses like a girl, and walks like a girl. But do NOT be fooled by the pretty picture she's painted on the outside. This is one girl who does not mind getting down and dirty. No, I do not mean sexually..or at least not all sexually. She LOVES sports of all kinds. Watching them yes, but more so she likes to participate in sports. Wrestling is not something she is shy about, though it's funny to see the look on a guy's face when a girl is actually willing and anxious for a fight. Always anxious for a fight, because she grew up as daddy's little hell raiser. Being raised by only her father she is most certainly a tom-boy, just not in the way she dresses. She's got quite a temper on her too, another thing she gets from her father. It is quick to flare and even quicker to set completely aflame, so it's best to proceed with caution around this blonde haired beauty. The looks and exquisite figure she attributes solely to her mother, a woman she has seen many pictures of but sadly never got to meet. From the stories she has heard her mother was a delicate woman with a kindness to her that only an angel could match. Growing up in the south around her grandparents, Jordyn has great respect for her elders. She knows that they have not only lived longer, but had more life experiences. This makes them wise and someone to look up to. Like her grandmother, she's a stubborn girl. Determined to do things the way she wants, but in the end she will give her submission and loyalty to anyone that has her respect. However respect doesn't come easy, it's to be worked for. ------------------------------------------------- MOTHER Emma Mary Masterson. Deceased. FATHER Albert James Masterson. Alive SIBLINGS none OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE •Grandfather, George Masterson, human, deceased •Grandmother, Myrium Masterson, human, deceased ETHNICITY Irish/Scottish/Polish WEALTH STATUS Moderate OVERALL Jordyn Emma Masterson was born on July 13 of 1988. Sadly on that very same day, her mother Emma Masterson died while giving birth to her. The woman had a congenitive heart condition and was dead before the babe was fully out. The doctors rushed to free the infant and saved little Jordyn from dying with her mother. With the death of her mother on that table Jordyn was left to be raised by her widowed father Albert Masterson. Although the death of his wife was devastating, Albert put all of his love in to the daughter his wife had gifted him. But raising a little girl on his own was not easy, he knew nothing about little girls. So it would be with the help of his own parents, Jordyn's grandparents, that the child would be raised. Albert did what he could, teaching the little girl what he knew. Wrestling, hunting, how to shoot a gun, and how to track animals. Everything that Albert’s father had taught him as a child. Growing up, Jordyn was too fond of her father and his teachings to ever think it wrong. Her grandmother thought it not right for a little girl to hunt and be so rough. The old woman made sure every Sunday to put Jordyn in a dress for church. She taught the young girl everything her father couldn't. But it didn't change the fact that the girl loved hunting and wrestling and all those things. Though learning how to act like a girl and dress like one certainly came in handy. The boys didn't look at her as a threat, which made it easier to beat them. She had a relatively normal childhood growing up, besides being so in to ‘manly’ activities. Always a popular young girl with all of the kids in her school. She was never a bully, but she didn’t let the other kids push anyone around either. Kind of like the silent bully, where they knew if they picked on one of the smaller kids they would get their asses kicked. Even as she grew in to a young lady, she was still seen as a force not to go up against. While the boys wanted to see her as what her body was developing in to, she was just too much like them. She was too hard, too athletic, and too vicious. Dating, well that was just out of the question while in grade school. Even in highschool, it was hard for the guys to ever catch her. You had to be some kind of stud to even get a glance from her. And unless you were at least half as good as she was, you just weren’t making the cut. Like any teenager, Jordyn did go through a bit of a rebellious phase. Though it wasn’t anywhere near like the normal kind that most people at seventeen go through. Oh no, she still listened to her father and grandparents. Still respected them more than anyone else in the entire world. She just decided to do with her body what she wanted, which was to start putting ink in to it. She starting with just one on her shoulder, but it became more and more each time one healed. By the time she was graduating highschool each arm was covered in a sleeve, including her hands. By twenty she had gotten more on her legs and chest. The last piece she got was on her stomach, at the age of twenty three. At twenty three years old, Jordyn was a huge help in the family business. Her grandfather had just died and her father was getting too old to go out hunting himself. So Jordyn would go out and do the hunting, because deer meat they preferred to kill themselves. The cow and pig came from farms. It was while tying up a freshly killed buck that she would come upon a rogue wolf. With her gun on the ground while she was tying, Jordyn knew she didn't have time to grab and aim the rifle. Very slowly she would grab the knife from her boot, blue eyes never leaving the snarling beast. It was like the wolf had seen the knife, because it charged her then. Jordyn barely escaped those snapping jaws as she rolled aside. But she hadn't expected it to move so fast because as soon as she had rolled away the thing was on top of her. With strong jaws clamped around her arm, she could do nothing but use her free arm to shove the blade of her knife deep within the neck of the beast. She didn't stop until the blade hit bone, than she twisted until the wolf jumped off screaming. Her arm was a mangled mess, falling against her body motionless. Jordyn watched as the wolf yowled and moved around trying to remove the knife. With one hand she picked up the rifle and very carefully aimed, waiting for just the right moment before shooting in to the beast’s massive head. The wolf fell over, writhing on the ground. Scrambling to her feet, Jordyn let her mangled arm hang limp as she moved towards the wolf. Why was it not dead yet? With a glare she put her foot on the blade and pressed, listening to it crunch through bone. The wolf lay still then, it’s spine broken and the silver blade buried deep inside its body. It was then that the body changed shape. Laying on the ground with the knife sticking from it's neck now lay a woman's body. What in the hell? Oh that was not good, not at all. With the thing dead Jordyn made her way to her truck, stumbling a bit from loss of blood. As soon as she had reached the truck, she'd pulled her cell from the front seat and called her father. Too stubborn to call an ambulance, she wanted to drive home on her own. It was the pleading and insistence of her father that made her call the emergency services. Clutching her arm to her body, she waited leaning against the truck. By the time the EMT got there the young blonde was slumped on the ground barely conscious. After being rushed to the hospital, she spent only two days in their facilities. When her blood tests came back positive for lycanthropy the doctors had wanted to put Jordyn in to one of their 'safe houses'. But Albert refused to let his daughter be treated like some kind of freak animal. With a bit of fighting he took her home and promised to take care of her no matter what. She couldn't ask for a better father, because he never deserted her. He was there through it all, and it was he who helped her with this new side of her. Having his own butcher shop, completele with steal enforced meat locker, they didn't worry about Jordyn hurting strangers or family. There was fresh meat and no way she was escaping. Her first shift was the most violent and painful thing she’d ever experienced. It came on so hard, and she’d tried to fight it without realizing. Which only made it worse as her bones poped and reshapedFor the next six months Jordyn would continue living with her father, but hunting was no longer her job. She couldn't be trusted to not eat the kill before bringing it home. In fact her father had been forced to hire help because she couldn't work in the butcher shop either. While she did her best to tame the wild beast lurking just below the depths, it simply wasn't enough. The wolf was more stubborn and rough than she had ever been. With no other wolves around, she had no help and no one to learn from. To keep her father from losing all his business, Jordyn decided that it was about time to search out more werewolves. If she could learn to completely control the wolf, then maybe she could go back to everything she loved. So Jordyn had begun her search for answers and help. Starting only a little to the west in New Mexico. Although she found many packs, most here just did not fit for her. They weren’t just male dominated for ruler, but for everything. It was like a great cluster of sexist, egotistical jerks in one area. Fuck that shit. Traveling on her own, well it meant that she took longer than probably needed. While she needed the help, she refused to go to just anywhere or any one. There were a lot of pit stops made along the way, not because she was tired or hungry or had to use the bathroom. But because she’d get so angry on the road with other people that she had to pull over before she lost her temper and shifted. Before finally she reached Manuka, a town that she hopes will find her some answers.

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NAME/ALIAS Rachael
AGE 25
TIME ZONE Eastern Standard Time, NJ USA
HOW YOU FOUND US Chef K <3
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
RP SAMPLE

Leaving one's home was difficult, at least for most teenagers when they went off to college. But this wasn't a child leaving for college. No, she'd left home because it wasn't safe there. Not for her, not for her father, not for the town. Unfortunately there had been no choice but to move away, with no local wolf pack in her specific area. However that didn't mean she had never smelt wolf. Oh no, she was probably one of the best trackers in Texas. The blonde thought she knew just where to head towards. So with a strangely easy farewell, she had left her father behind to go and search out the wolves. Only being a werewolf herself for a short amount of time, she needed a pack. Needed help and somewhere secure. The meat locker back home, well it wasn't exactly the safest or most sanitary place for her. With nothing but a single suitcase of clothes and a golf club shaped bag, she'd made her way out of Texas and towards the west. First she hit a rather small town in Nevada, but found the desert too uncomfortable. So with her father's guidance, she made her way towards California and found herself within the city of Los Angeles. However with so many different scents going around she wasn't sure where to start. To find so many lycanthrope scents, well it was new to her that was for sure. Her first day she'd spent getting settled in to a hotel and researching as much as she could on the locals. From what she could get, there was in fact a pack here, along with a group for just about every other species. How did so many animals live this close together and not kill each other?

Today, she was out trying to hunt down the pack. Following scent alone was actually harder than she'd expected. So many different directions, not to mention some of the other lycanthrope scents covered up the wolf musk. This wasn't going to be as easy as she had first thought. Making her way through town, Jordyn did her best to follow the trail. In the forest, well there were a lot fewer smells to interfere with her tracking. In town, every little thing seemed to get in the way of what she was trying to do. A soft growl trickled from thin lips, blue eyes wandering helplessly around town. Wrinkling her nose, she stopped moving for a minute and just stood in the center of the sidewalk. Focus, she thought to herself. Standing completely immobile, she let her mind fall in to ease. The sounds around her began to grow, no longer jumbled but individual sounds. A soft smile pulled over her lips and face as those almond eyes opened. Harder, but not impossible.

Heading farther in town, she was once again following the wolf trail. Since she had left her truck back at a parking lot, Jordyn found herself walking through the city on her own. Good thing she'd decided to dress down with a more simple pair of boots. Long legs were bare to the heat of the day in pale colored shorts. Slender waist wrapped tight in the black of her two toned tank, arms and chest bare and clean. Or at least, clean of everything but the multitude of color decorating her arms. She'd always held interest in body art, and since the age of sixteen found herself addicted to the pain and needles. Of coarse now, she wasn't so sure how the beast would react to being poked with a bunch of tiny needles. She almost laughed at the though, imaging how the wolf would take having a large needle pierce all the holes her body held. Before she knew it, the blonde found herself walking up to a large night club. Not exactly the type of place she'd hoped to find herself at, but worth a shot.

The light colored wolf sniffed the air and began to pace within her mind, knowing that they would find something here. With no hesitation, Jordyn sauntered in to the bar and pulled the sunglasses from her face. The place wasn't just big on the outside, it was big on the inside as well. Reaching her hand up, she began to play with the locket around her neck. A very faint smell of wolf seemed stale in the air, but if there was anything fresh she couldn't catch it. Too many bodies, too many scents, too much sweat. Although not yet defeated, Jordyn found herself growing tired of searching and so she made her way to the bar. Sitting on one of the stools she ordered a Jack and coke. Might as well get a drink while she was in here, right?

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