THORNE, SAMANTHA RILEY

[samantha]

SAMANTHA RILEY THORNE !?
'Don't mess around with this mean alligator
She's gonna bite you sooner or later
You'd best beware of her pearly white teeth
She smiles hard and they sink in so deep'

FULL NAME Samantha Riley Thorne
NICKNAMES Sam, Sammy.
AGE twenty-one
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY July 13th, 1990
SPECIES Werewolf.
ALLIANCE Neutral.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Susan Coffey
EYES light hazel color which sometimes changes to a blue-green with a slight almond shape that change to violet in her wolf form.
HAIR silky smooth texture, around shoulder length with a light brown-ish red color.
BODY TYPE thin but curvy, slightly athletic.
HEIGHT 5 feet.
WEIGHT 108 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES her eyes because they stand out against her pale skin.
STYLE she goes for the more casual look, but leans more to the boho chic style or the relaxed.

LIKES At least 10.

• boys
  
• friends
  
• candy
  
• coffee
  
• dreaming
  
• kissing
  
• photography
  
• drawing
  
• energy drinks
  
• originality
  
• dancing
  
• being noticed
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• her overactive emotions
  
• her innocence
  
• blushing
  
• rap music
  
• cheaters
  
• her clumsiness
  
• how even being a werewolf doesn't change the fact that she's extremely weak
  
• hunters
  
• violence
  
• extremely mean people
  
• boasting
  
• sympathy
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• stubborness
  
• persuasiveness
  
• fiery attitude
  
• originality
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• clumsiness
  
• overactive emotions
  
• wears her heart on her sleeve
  
• very curious
  

HABITS At least 3.

• messes with her hair a lot
  
• bites her nails
  
• bites her lip when she's nervous
  

FEARS At least 3.

• hunters
  
• bees
  
• heights
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• befriending another werewolf
  
• finding her soul mate
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• she actually enjoys when she changes into a werewolf, but hates when she has no control.
  

OVERALL
what is there to say about samantha. for starters, she is very stubborn. if she wants to do something, or if she wants something, she'll do anything to get it. nothing will stand in her way. she's also very sweet. she'll be extremely friendly to you even if you're mean to her. but if you're extremely mean to her or her friend then stand back cos she'll rip your head off. she'll stick by her friends through thick and thin, no matter what. she's extremely beautiful but some times doesn't exactly realize that. she knows she's pretty, but she doesn't realize how pretty most of the time. especially around boys. she doesn't get flirting most of the time. it doesn't register in her mind when someone is flirting with her. sure, she'll try her best to flirt, but if they're flirting back...no idea.

sam tends to be a bit...overemotional as some might describe it. she cries almost over everyting; if she's very frustrated, mad, or sad she'll cry. she's not proud of it because usually it gets in the way and embarrasses her. along with that, she has a very fiery personality. she usually doesn't take crap from people unless she is in a good mood or she knows that they are just grumpy. she is very independent and when people try to help her she gets upset and mad about it. she is a very stubborn person who doesn't keep secrets. she doesn't announce them to the world, but she is pretty open person. if you want to know something, she'll tell you. she's not shy exactly, but she's not outgoing either. surprsingly, she's a broken girl with a broken personality, but she hides it behind a fake happy smile.

MOTHER Angela Maleena Thorne, 43.
FATHER Michael James Thorne, 43.
SIBLINGS None.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Lives with her parents and her puppy, Max. A gorgeous black and white papillon.
ETHNICITY French, Irish, Scottish, Romanian.
WEALTH STATUS Between middle and first class. Not extremely wealthy, but enough to buy and pretty big house.
OVERALL
When Angela met Michael, she hated him. He picked on her everyday in kindergarden. From throwing apple sauce and tater tots in her hair, to pushing her down on the playground. She hated him. When they both grew up more and started middle school, they stopped picking on each other and started actually talking. They became close friends, and talked almost every day. Until one day, Angela got a boyfriend. Michael hated it. He hated her boyfriend with a passion and did almost everything he could to get them to break up. That was when Michael found out this boy was cheating on her. He wanted to go and beat this kid to a pulp, he wanted to rip his head off. He wanted to kill him for doing this to his Angela. It was at that moment, the month of February of seventh grade, that he realized he liked her. He liked her so much. He wanted to tell her, but didn't know how she would react. What if she thought he was making up the story about the cheating just to get with her? He braved it though and told her, and they've been dating ever since.

When they graduated from highschool, they went to the same college, and got married. A few months after, they found out they were having their first born; a girl. She was born healthy, weighing in a 7 lbs 5 ounces and 21 inches. She was the pirde of Angela and Michael Thorne and they loved her dearly. Until they found out what she was. A freak. She was a werewolf, and she hated it. For the longest time, her parents shunned her, hating her for what she was. They didn't take her to school, they had a private tutor, and she had no friends. She was allowed to go outside or look out the windows, and they kept her chained in the basement on full moon nights. It was torture. One day, thie beautiful girl decided she had enough. She broke out, running deep into the woods. For awhile she lived in her wolf form, hiding out and using only her animal instincs....until her parents found her. She was in her human form, surprisingly, curled under a tree asleep, hiding from the rain. Her parents knew the damage and torture they had put her through, and they felt awful for it. They took her back and then started sending her to school at the age of thirteen.

Samantha started her first year of highschool, excelling greatly. She got straight A's despite the fact that she had stayed out of school for about 5 months when she ran away. She was the youngest freshman, but that didn't stop all the senior, junior, sophmore, and freshman boys hitting on her. She didn't understand it, being all naive and not understanding the whole flirting thing yet, but the amount of attention she got was amazing. She loved how the boys would carry her books down the hallway or kiss her cheek when they saw her. She didn't exactly know why these boys were paying so much attention to her until prom came around. So many different junior and senior boys asked her, but she had her eyes on only one. His name was Darius, and he was amazing. So, when he finally did ask her she immeaditely said yes. Her parents knew Darius's family and were happy and proud that he wanted to date their daughter. Her parents bought the prettiest dress, the nicest jewlery and the cutest shoes. They wanted her to look perfect. Prom was supposed to be the night she would never forget.

At Prom, Darius never left Samantha's side. He always had his hand on her lower back or they were always holding hands. They danced together during every song. It was the most magical night she had ever experienced. Then afterprom came. She wanted to leave, he didn't. She didn't want to drink, he forced her. He got her drunk and raped her in the back bedroom. No one believed her. They all thought she had sex with him because she wanted to. They didn't want to believe that their precious, sweet and gentlemanly Darius would do such a god-awful thing...And to a freshman. Not someone his own age, someone 3 years younger then him. She had to survive highschool with him the rest of that year, then his senior and her sophmore year. It was torture. Especially when he followed after her and tried again every single day. She was scarred until the day she got out of high school. Graduating valedictorian and making her speech, everyone was silent. They clapped politely, but still no one liked her. They all thought she was crazy for trying to pin such a crime on Darius....Until he did the same thing with a fourteen year old girl a couple towns over. Everyone suddenly believed her. She finally had closure. She was happy, and it made her stronger, it made her the person she is today.

NAME/ALIAS Ariele<3
AGE Almost fifteen.
TIME ZONE Eastern.
HOW YOU FOUND US A advertisement on MYE
OTHER CHARACTERS None yet.
RP SAMPLE

A loud blaring noise echoed in the once placid room. Eyelids were shut, not daring to open to face the bright sun glaring in from the non-curtained window. A soft groan came from her lips as the loud disturbance came again. The young women reached her hand out, smacking down on the table in several places, trying to figure where the noise was coming from. Finally, her hands found the dark blue Blackberry that she called her own. 'who the hell is calling me at freaking 7:30 in the morning?' She thought, lifting it up to her ear beneath the covers and pressing the 'send' button to answer the call, groaning a bit as she did. "hello?" The blond women asked, her voice laced with exhaust and weariness. "hey baby, is this a bad time? did i wake you?" Her mother's voice rang out, cheery despite the early time. "of course not, mom. i'm always awake at 7:30 in the morning." Sarcasm was evident in the young women's voice as she sat up, pushing the dark blue covers off of her body. She could hear her mother 'tsk' lightly, making her role her eyes. "what is it mother?" She asked, pushing herself off the bed and walking over to the closet. "i do apologize for calling so early. didn't realize the time difference. but, i was calling to just check up on you. did you finish all your chores?" This statement made Ep role her eyes again, groaning inwardly, but not answering. "i'll take that as a no. just, tell your brother i said hello and that i give him my love. i'll see you friday, dear. i love you." And with that, her mother's voice had gone.

Ep sighed, throwing her phone down onto her bed and rubbing her eyes to get rid of the sleep. She turned on her stereo, not exactly caring what song was playing at the time, and walked back over to her closet. Today was a seemingly lazy day, so she was not going to put on something incredibly fancy. Especially if she was just going to laze around. She picked out a simple black pair of soffe shorts, a cropped tee, a tank top underneath, and some knee high socks. She ran to her bathroom, taking a quick shower and changing, brushing out her long, wavy locks. She huffed, sliding back out to her room and tidying things up a bit so it wouldn't look like such a pig sty before heading downstairs. It was no surprise that her brother wasn't awake yet, and neither was his friend. She headed into the kitchen, yawning, and over to her cupboard. She drowsily opened the door, pulling out her favorite box of cereal, serving herself and walking into the living room. She ate her breakfast watching the morning cartoons, fully content at it being the only noise in the house. When she finished, she headed back up stairs to start her chores.

First on her chore list; clean her room. Already done. Second; clean the upstairs bathroom. She skipped off down the hall, enclosing herself into the bathroom to scrub and wipe down every unclean surface, which was almost everywhere. Third; Wash the downstairs bathroom. She groaned, running a hand through her hair and trudged down the stairs, doing the by scrubbing, wiping down, and finishing off and dirty and germ-y surface. She then did the dishes, swept the floors, and vacuumed. When she had finished off her chores, she felt more relieved then she had when she first woke up, grinning to herself as she inspected where there used to be dirt. "JAKE! get up!" She yelled up the stairs, wanting her brother to get started on his chores as well. Soon enough Jake and his very perverted friend came parading down the stairs, groaning as Eponine greeted them cheerfully. They were obviously not morning people. Well, neither was she, but she awake now and there was no changing that. "mom wants you to get started on your chores as soon as possible. and she sends her love." Eponine told her younger brother, leaning against the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen where the boys were getting their food. "i'll do it when charlie goes home, kay?" Jake nodded at his friend, then looked over at his older sister standing there. "whatever. just get it done. i'm finished so i'm gonna call my friend." Eponine grinned at the two boys, waving then spinning around on her toes and sliding over to the stairs.

Once she was safely located in her room, she grabbed her phone, dialing her 'friend's' number. It was Abbott, her gorgeous boyfriend. They had only been dating a couple days, but she was crazy about this boy. He was perfect; Sweet, and funny, and just....amazing. Plus he shared her love of partying and alcohol, so that was a definite plus. She listened as the dial tone rang through her ear, moving so she was sitting cross legged on the bed, blowing a few pieces of hair from her face. She had thrown it into a messy bun, but since her hair was uncooperative, it had slightly fallen out....making her look like she had sex hair. She chuckled, shaking her head and fiddled with the end of her shorts nervously. Nervously? Wow, she had never really thought of it that way. But, in a way, she was pretty nervous. She really liked this boy and definitely didn't want to mess things up.

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don't forget the sexy claims, love <3