SINCLAIR, Ariadne Rose

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ARIADNE ROSE SINCLAIR
"I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, good night and joy be with you all."

FULL NAME Ariadne Rose Sinclair
NICKNAMES Ari, Adne, Aria.
AGE twenty-one
GENDER female
BIRTHDAY October 31st, 1991.
SPECIES Shapeshifter (form: Bengal Tiger)
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Alexandra Daddario
EYES Pale Blue
HAIR Deep Brown, Long, Smooth/Curled
BODY TYPE Lithe
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 125 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Dualchromia: both eyes are pale blue, outlines with a darker shade of blue.
STYLE Dark blue skinny jeans, a light gray tank top, and a midlength black leather jacket with ankle-high gladiator sandals.

LIKES

• Cats
  
• Swimming
  
• Running
  
• Water
  
• High places
  
• Climbing
  
• Exploring
  
• Food.
  
• More food.
  
• Dancing.
  
• Casual drinking.
  

DISLIKES

• Classical music.
  
• Liars.
  
• Being denied food.
  
• Being denied a drink.
  
• Her parents.
  
• Her family in general
  
• Hunters.
  
• Obnoxious people.
  
• Being alone.
  
• Uncalled for violence.
  

STRENGTHS

• she's stealthy, she can usually get around unnoticed unless she's distracted with food.
  
• she's free spirited. she wont let simple stresses bring her down, and she does her best to keep her friends happy as well.
  
• observant. she picks up on things, and notices things that many would quickly write off as normal.
  
• she's pretty agile. not like, parkour-level of agility, but she can handle different types of terrain pretty quickly.
  

WEAKNESSES

• her shifts still hurt something fierce.
  
• she sometimes has a bit of trouble shifting back to a human.
  
• she... doesn't always know when exactly to stop doing whatever she's doing.
  
• she's stubborn, she'd probably give a bull a run for his money.
  

HABITS

• she bites her lip when she's nervous.
  
• she paces a lot.
  
• she talks with her hands a lot, using hand gestures.
  

FEARS

• being left alone.
  
• being kept in a cage.
  
• dying.
  

DESIRES

• eventually find someone to torment forever settle down with.
  

SECRETS

• her family used to put her on exhibit, think like, the circus, tiger jumping through the fire ring, chairs, etc.
  

OVERALL
Ariadne was..... well, Ariadne. There few uncomplicated words able to describe her. Generally, she was as timid as a kitten, though if you let her get exposed to the proverbial 'wild' life of society, you'd probably find yourself dealing with her as a spontaneous bar-crawler. She was the textbook example of a wild animal released too early, having spent most of her life in a proverbial cage, only to be released without regulation. One could only imagine the train wreck she was when she first decided to strike out on her own. But she quickly figured out how to keep a good hold on her actions, and her impulses, and she became quite.... normal.

But she is intensely loyal, and pretty passively protective. Once you find your way into her good graces, she'd be a formidable friend for life. But it does take a little bit of effort to win her trust, and she is secretive by necessity. Though, she does tend to play aloof if she is unfamiliar with someone, often coming across as cold, or even unforgiving. And when she feels threatened, she behaves much like a cornered animal would. But underneath the classic problem child exterior, she was a bonafide romantic with a heart of gold, buried beneath layer upon layer of well, everything else.

MOTHER Anne Marie Sawyer
FATHER William Craig Sawyer
SIBLINGS Linda Lou Sawyer (sister, 11, deceased) Ellen Rae Sawyer (sister, 14, deceased)
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Bernadette Montgomery Sinclair (guardian)
ETHNICITY white/caucasian
WEALTH STATUS She gets by.
OVERALL
There was nothing happy about her childhood. It wasn't full of butterflies and rainbows, and it certainly wasn't something Ariadne was happy talking about. Anne and William Sawyer were just a couple of deadbeats who were searching for a way to make a quick buck. William bred dogs and ran an illegal, underground dog fighting ring out of the run down barn in their backyard, and Anne ran the finances. Both parents obviously didn't have their head on straight. Her father was hooked on alcohol, and her mother was dependent on prescription pain killers, and both of them were both physically and emotionally abusive to Ariadne.

By the time Ellen was born, they had gotten worse. Times grew harder than they were before. Ellen was constantly sick, and their parents were too drunk or drugged up to do anything about it, so it was up to Ariadne to find help for her baby sister. Eventually though, Ellen got better and then Linda was born. Anne and William did not stop their abusive tendencies, and Ariadne took it upon herself to take the most of the abuse, in the attempts to shelter her sisters from it. But on her 12th birthday, something happened. And it wasn't anything good, like child services finally came around to free them from this hellhole. No, Ariadne awoke one morning to excruciating pain, pain she had never before felt. And her cries of pain and terror brought the rest of the household to her room. But while her sisters feared for Ariadne's life, and theirs, once they saw what Ariadne had become -- her parents only saw a new means of an income. For one year, they 'worked' with her on her shifting, until she simply gave up, and failed to shift back into a human. Eventually, her parents set her up in a cage, and people paid a lot of money to come see the "Tiger that Tamed Fire" by jumping through rings, and having fire thrust at her.

But one event would bring all of this crashing down. Her father, having settled and downed an entire bottle of whiskey, confronted the now unshifted Ariadne, and in a fit, he dropped his torch, leaving the house to go up in flames. Without thinking, Ariadne fled outside, and her parents quickly followed suit. But in the rush of adrenaline - they had forgotten two crucial people, and they were reminded of this as the house caved in on Linda and Ellen's screams. Needless to say, Ariadne took off, leaving her parents behind to wallow in their guilt and anger towards the daughter they blamed for the downfall and destruction they caused.

For two years, Ariadne booked it, in between group homes until she was found by an elderly woman who was all too familiar with the way shapeshifters worked. For she was a shifter herself, only instead of a tiger, she took the form of an eagle. Bernadette Sinclair became her guardian, her last hope. Ariadne took her last name in the final hopes to keep her birth family from discovering where she had gone. And for five years, Bernadette helped Ariadne with her shifting, until they became lesser in pain. She had become the mother she always wanted, but even that wasn't to last. The elderly Sinclair passed away after a slow battle with lung cancer, and Ariadne quickly spiraled. Falling into the wrong crowd, and making one bad decision after the next.

And this was where the fun really begins.

NAME/ALIAS AC
AGE 19
TIME ZONE East coast!
HOW YOU FOUND US My friend told me about it.
OTHER CHARACTERS none currently.
RP SAMPLE

Orange. She absolutely loathed that colour and all of the stupid memories it brought back. But of course, the memories themselves weren't stupid, they were horrible, traumatic even. But that she was still allowing herself to have them was what was stupid. She was stupid. That was it, yeah. Of course she was, why else would she think she'd be able to hack it in this world without Bernie's constant guidance. Hell, the fact she woke up today with a hangover the size of Texas should have been enough of a clue that she was only bound to make more bad decisions. And where was she, anyway? As she looked around, she blinked a few time to chase away the sleep that lingered, and eventually her blurry stare went clear again. The woods? The hell.... Why was-- oh, right. She should really pay attention more next ti-- no! There wouldn't be a next time, she'd certainly make sure of that. Probably. Hopefully.

Ariadne quickly grabbed her things, hopping on one foot as she pulled her sandals on and took off running, carefully clambering over fallen logs and overturned boulders until she reached the bottom of the hill. And then she walked, one arm lifting to allow slender fingers to run through her hair. But once the overwhelming grogginess wore off, she quickly moved to lean against the wall, setting her things down onto the ground before she slid her arms through the sleeves of her leather jacket, fashioned the white gold charm on the necklace around her neck, and securely tied the laces to her sandals. And how screwed over had she become? To drink, alone, was a poor decision on her part, but to drink alone and in the woods, was probably even worse. Perhaps she did it because the transformations didn't hurt as much if you were half out of your mind in drink, but she was pretty sure that to see a shit-faced tiger wandering in the forest wasn't exactly on the short list of everyday occurrences.

Although, maybe people got a kick out of it, and maybe it brightened their otherwise dull and mundane day. It were these thoughts that accompanied her as she continued on, gathering up her discarded items with one fluid sweep, and she set off. Of course, she didn't exactly know where she would be going.

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