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Post by KATIE ADMIN :] on Aug 9, 2009 1:56:41 GMT -5
Passion Devough Annsley
name: katie!
nickname: katie...haha.
age: fifteen!
experience: almost a year.
contacting: PM me or if you really need me, katiebbyftw@myspace.com, kay?
birth name: Passion Devough Annsley
nicknames: just Scout. Nothing else.
age: eighteen!
birthday: January 25th.
species: child of the moon. [original werewolf]
likes: the sunlight, attention, anything expensive, designer clothes, compliments, running until she collapses.
dislikes: an unexpected moon, haters, being made fun of, cats, staying dirty for too long.
strength: courage, leadership, compassion, and forgiving others.
weakness: taking orders, listening, seeing the best in people, being positive.
personality:
Scout tends to be a little on the snobbish side, but once someone gets past that, they see her for what she really is; a kind-hearted, compassionate person. She loves to help people [if she can] and make others feel better about themselves--even if it involves demeaning herself in the process. But don't get me wrong, she is definitely not the nicest person out there. Not only is she sarcastic, she also isn't too good with meeting new people, seeing as if the conversation isn't interesting, she'll walk away; whether or not you're talking.
Over the years, she softened, so she's been trying her best to be a good person, so she's almost always appologizing. So with a little time and a lot of patience, she'll get better. But it won't be easy because she tends to act vain and ego-centric around anyone who isn't Weylin.
Over the years, she softened, so she's been trying her best to be a good person, so she's almost always appologizing. So with a little time and a lot of patience, she'll get better. But it won't be easy because she tends to act vain and ego-centric around anyone who isn't Weylin.
parents: Suzie and Micheal Annsely--both of which are deceased.
favorite memory: "The day I met Weylin Scott Adams. I was being bullied by some kid on the playground and he totally defended me... We just clicked automatically. And, as much as he pisses me off, I still love him. He's my best friend."
worst memory: "I came home...and I instantly ran over to where his phone was and grabbed it. I looked through his text messages...they were from a girl. Talking about meeting up and going to some restaraunt.. So, without even saying anything, I started to pack my things. That's when he came home. We fought..."
pets: none.
history:
Growing up in a small town wasn’t always the best thing. First of all, everyone knows who you are, and second of all, news spreads fast. So when it came time for a new baby girl to be born to a pair of wealthy casino owners, everyone already knew, regardless if they were supposed to know or not. Passion Devough Annsley was born, and life carried on in the small town of Lincoln, Canada.
Now, at first, Passion wasn’t the most beautiful child, seeing as she was always darker then her friends, not to mention the long black hair that marked her as an outsider. She was often made fun of at school, picked on by everyone. It lasted from kinder garden to fifth grade, when finally, someone stood up for her. That someone was Weyland Scott Adams. He was pretty big for a fifth grader, and little did anyone know, he had a heart of gold down in the awkward, brawny chest of his. After beating up the bully who had been making fun of Passion, he automatically bonded with her, and the two became inseparable. There wasn’t one second where Passion wasn’t following him around like a little puppy. And when he started to call her Scout (only because he didn’t seem to think Passion suited her), she happily obliged, insisting that everyone else call her that too.
As years passed, both of the children grew out of their shell, both blossoming into less awkward states of themselves. Scout became one of the most desirable girls at school, along with the husky Weylin--who, of course, had all the girls chasing after him. But the two were still inseparable, and their long lasting friendship had grown along with them. Not only were they seeing each other in a different light, but they were both starting to feel things for each other; things they’d never felt before. At the ripe age of fifteen, they both confessed that they had feelings for each other and soon decided to give their love a chance.
They soon became known as the ‘Untouchables’ with their popularity and stunningly good looks. And after a while, Scout changed, seeming to become more confident with herself. After hanging out with the vainest girls in school, she took on their mannerisms, as if becoming one of them would make her fit in more. People started to hate her because she was acting selfish, ego-centric and a straight up bitchy. Slowly but surely, she lost all of her friends, leaving her alone; except for Weyland, of course. He didn’t see her as everyone else did, he only saw her trying to fit in, desperately not wanting to become the outsider she once was.
He was always there for her when she needed him--which she did, desperately--and for that she was grateful. There had been many nights where he had just held her while she cried, whispering and telling her it was alright, and she’d be okay. Scout trusted him with her whole heart, and told him everything and anything. They were close all through high school; well, until Scout found herself fighting with him because she was trying to push him away for reasons she couldn‘t quite explain. She had been out one night, after a recent fight she had had with Weyland about something small. It was a surprisingly bright night outside, especially since the moon was shining bright over head. A small ripple ran through her spine before she found herself bounding down the road without reason, just wanting to run. After an odd transfer of heat took place, she let out a blood curdling howl, that revealed her for what she had really become; a werewolf. But not just any werewolf, an original one, part of the species the Volturi had brutally slaughtered until near extinction. Without thinking, she ran as fast as her moonlight black paws carried her to s place she had been so many times before. Before she could even catch her breathe, realization hit her hard. She was at the playground…where her and Weyland had met.
Scout wanted to leave, but couldn’t seem to make herself do it; it was almost as if she wasn’t in control anymore… But before she could tear her eyes away from the swing set, she heard footsteps, automatically causing her large hackles to rise. She turned her large wolf-like body to reveal a form she knew all too well, Weylin. He was watching with curious eyes, and a worried expression on his face. Scout took a step forward, her teeth gleaming white in the moonlight. The rest of the night was a bit blurry, but something did happen…something awful.
And after that dark night passed, the two grew even closer (if possible). That small reason was because they were both now Children of the Moon, forced to change into their wolf like selves whenever the moon hit their skin directly. And even though most Weylin told Scout over and over that he didn’t blame her for changing him, she still blamed herself for ruining his life.
A few months after the transformation, Scout seemed to notice Weylin’s detachment from her and grew very self conscious, worrying if he was bored and wanted to move on. He was almost always busy with things, and so they hadn’t been able to talk a lot, and it got to Scout, considering he was the only person she had. Time went on, and she started to get suspicious of him cheating on her, so she began acting differently around him, catious really. One day, he had been in a rush to leave, so he had accidentally left his phone at her house, causing her to scroll through his text messages, her heart aching from each one sent to Kylie. Just as she was about to look more, he came back, thus resulting in a huge fight about an accused cheating. Little did she know that he was planning on proposing to her, and he had just needed a female friend’s point of view. But Scout didn’t even let him explain, she packed her things, not bothering to explain where she was going and left.
To Forks.
Now, at first, Passion wasn’t the most beautiful child, seeing as she was always darker then her friends, not to mention the long black hair that marked her as an outsider. She was often made fun of at school, picked on by everyone. It lasted from kinder garden to fifth grade, when finally, someone stood up for her. That someone was Weyland Scott Adams. He was pretty big for a fifth grader, and little did anyone know, he had a heart of gold down in the awkward, brawny chest of his. After beating up the bully who had been making fun of Passion, he automatically bonded with her, and the two became inseparable. There wasn’t one second where Passion wasn’t following him around like a little puppy. And when he started to call her Scout (only because he didn’t seem to think Passion suited her), she happily obliged, insisting that everyone else call her that too.
As years passed, both of the children grew out of their shell, both blossoming into less awkward states of themselves. Scout became one of the most desirable girls at school, along with the husky Weylin--who, of course, had all the girls chasing after him. But the two were still inseparable, and their long lasting friendship had grown along with them. Not only were they seeing each other in a different light, but they were both starting to feel things for each other; things they’d never felt before. At the ripe age of fifteen, they both confessed that they had feelings for each other and soon decided to give their love a chance.
They soon became known as the ‘Untouchables’ with their popularity and stunningly good looks. And after a while, Scout changed, seeming to become more confident with herself. After hanging out with the vainest girls in school, she took on their mannerisms, as if becoming one of them would make her fit in more. People started to hate her because she was acting selfish, ego-centric and a straight up bitchy. Slowly but surely, she lost all of her friends, leaving her alone; except for Weyland, of course. He didn’t see her as everyone else did, he only saw her trying to fit in, desperately not wanting to become the outsider she once was.
He was always there for her when she needed him--which she did, desperately--and for that she was grateful. There had been many nights where he had just held her while she cried, whispering and telling her it was alright, and she’d be okay. Scout trusted him with her whole heart, and told him everything and anything. They were close all through high school; well, until Scout found herself fighting with him because she was trying to push him away for reasons she couldn‘t quite explain. She had been out one night, after a recent fight she had had with Weyland about something small. It was a surprisingly bright night outside, especially since the moon was shining bright over head. A small ripple ran through her spine before she found herself bounding down the road without reason, just wanting to run. After an odd transfer of heat took place, she let out a blood curdling howl, that revealed her for what she had really become; a werewolf. But not just any werewolf, an original one, part of the species the Volturi had brutally slaughtered until near extinction. Without thinking, she ran as fast as her moonlight black paws carried her to s place she had been so many times before. Before she could even catch her breathe, realization hit her hard. She was at the playground…where her and Weyland had met.
Scout wanted to leave, but couldn’t seem to make herself do it; it was almost as if she wasn’t in control anymore… But before she could tear her eyes away from the swing set, she heard footsteps, automatically causing her large hackles to rise. She turned her large wolf-like body to reveal a form she knew all too well, Weylin. He was watching with curious eyes, and a worried expression on his face. Scout took a step forward, her teeth gleaming white in the moonlight. The rest of the night was a bit blurry, but something did happen…something awful.
And after that dark night passed, the two grew even closer (if possible). That small reason was because they were both now Children of the Moon, forced to change into their wolf like selves whenever the moon hit their skin directly. And even though most Weylin told Scout over and over that he didn’t blame her for changing him, she still blamed herself for ruining his life.
A few months after the transformation, Scout seemed to notice Weylin’s detachment from her and grew very self conscious, worrying if he was bored and wanted to move on. He was almost always busy with things, and so they hadn’t been able to talk a lot, and it got to Scout, considering he was the only person she had. Time went on, and she started to get suspicious of him cheating on her, so she began acting differently around him, catious really. One day, he had been in a rush to leave, so he had accidentally left his phone at her house, causing her to scroll through his text messages, her heart aching from each one sent to Kylie. Just as she was about to look more, he came back, thus resulting in a huge fight about an accused cheating. Little did she know that he was planning on proposing to her, and he had just needed a female friend’s point of view. But Scout didn’t even let him explain, she packed her things, not bothering to explain where she was going and left.
To Forks.
Steady hands held the blender in place, making sure the mix of coffee beans, milk, half and half as well as some other ingredients did not spill. Her cautious eyes watched with a slight degree of exhaustion as she poured the mocha frappachino into the correct cup size and then popped the top on before she put it on the counter. “Mocha Frap.” Valentine grunted, watching a as middle-aged man took his drink, the same exhausted look on his face. By now, the sun was setting, it’s light being replaced with the street lights that surrounded the small Starbucks. It had been a very long day, and Valentine was just ready for her drudgingly long shift to be over, but she still had a few more hours to go. ‘Fuck my life..’ she thought as she moved--zombie like--to the register.
“Hello, welcome to Starbucks. How may I serve you today?” she asked, trying to make her voice as perky as possible, but only sounding as tired as she felt. “One tall black coffee, please.” the woman smiled, obviously noting on Val’s tired behavior. As much as she loved working, it wasn’t as fun when you were working two shifts for someone she hadn’t even known. ‘Guess I’m just too nice.’ she thought, biting her lip before her attention was redirected at the woman. Realizing she had been zoning out, she offered the customer an apologetic smile before she nodded and typed in the order, “Your total is $2.70 please.” Valentine said softly, just barely being able to stifle her yawn that dared to escaped her lip gloss painted lips.
After receiving the exact amount of change, Valentine turned and walked over to the coffee machine, pouring in the correct blend before she waited patiently, tapping her fingers on the cool granite counters. She had just begun to let her thoughts drift again when she heard someone clearing their throat, sounding quite disgruntled. Her frown turned up at the corners of her mouth, putting on the fake smile once again. “Sorry about that. Welcome to Starbucks. What would you like to order?” she asked, her voice perky, matching her smile. And unless your name was Valentine Rose Harpers, you’d believe she actually wanted to be there.
Now with a tea to make, she quickly poured the freshly brewed coffee before she snapped the top on and mused, “Black coffee.” and placed it on the counter before she began the process of making the sweet tea the young high school student had ordered. While the tea was settling, she looked over, seeing no more new customers before she let herself drift off, only listening for the beep of the machine to let her escape her own thoughts. ‘Well, I’m a little tired, but nothing a drink couldn’t handle. Maybe I’ll go out to Razzle tonight…’ she thought, liking the idea and she was just about to pick out her outfit mentally when the annoying beep shattered her thoughts. Swiftly, she finished making the tea before then putting it on the counter, “Sweet tea.” she said, her eyes glancing over at the young student who had been lounging on the soft, comfortable chair, texting away on his phone.
A frown formed on her mouth when the young boy did not move, seeing as he was too involved with what he was doing. “Sweet tea.” she repeated louder, twitching in agitation when the boy did not move one inch. “Sir, your drink is ready.” Valentine said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. But apparently, it worked, because he looked up, with a grin on his face, making Valentine roll her eyes mentally. He got up and stalked over, only looking at the drink her hands before looking up at her and saying, “Name’s Brent.” with a wink. “Well, Brent. Your drink is ready.” she muttered, pushing the drink towards him before she turned away, off to make herself a drink--and to stay away from those annoying high school boys that always seemed to try to pick her up; while she was at work. She smiled slightly when she heard the door open and then close, leaving her alone in the quiet coffee house.
Taking a small sip from her drink, she sighed and closed her tired eyes, letting herself lean against the counter, waiting for the next customer, or even better, someone else to relieve her from her long shifts. Her eyebrows crinkled together, just remembering she had a paper due tomorrow--one she hadn’t even started. With a bigger sigh, she began writing it in her head, not paying too much attention to the things around her, the only thing in her mind was the rise and fall of the roman empire.
“Hello, welcome to Starbucks. How may I serve you today?” she asked, trying to make her voice as perky as possible, but only sounding as tired as she felt. “One tall black coffee, please.” the woman smiled, obviously noting on Val’s tired behavior. As much as she loved working, it wasn’t as fun when you were working two shifts for someone she hadn’t even known. ‘Guess I’m just too nice.’ she thought, biting her lip before her attention was redirected at the woman. Realizing she had been zoning out, she offered the customer an apologetic smile before she nodded and typed in the order, “Your total is $2.70 please.” Valentine said softly, just barely being able to stifle her yawn that dared to escaped her lip gloss painted lips.
After receiving the exact amount of change, Valentine turned and walked over to the coffee machine, pouring in the correct blend before she waited patiently, tapping her fingers on the cool granite counters. She had just begun to let her thoughts drift again when she heard someone clearing their throat, sounding quite disgruntled. Her frown turned up at the corners of her mouth, putting on the fake smile once again. “Sorry about that. Welcome to Starbucks. What would you like to order?” she asked, her voice perky, matching her smile. And unless your name was Valentine Rose Harpers, you’d believe she actually wanted to be there.
Now with a tea to make, she quickly poured the freshly brewed coffee before she snapped the top on and mused, “Black coffee.” and placed it on the counter before she began the process of making the sweet tea the young high school student had ordered. While the tea was settling, she looked over, seeing no more new customers before she let herself drift off, only listening for the beep of the machine to let her escape her own thoughts. ‘Well, I’m a little tired, but nothing a drink couldn’t handle. Maybe I’ll go out to Razzle tonight…’ she thought, liking the idea and she was just about to pick out her outfit mentally when the annoying beep shattered her thoughts. Swiftly, she finished making the tea before then putting it on the counter, “Sweet tea.” she said, her eyes glancing over at the young student who had been lounging on the soft, comfortable chair, texting away on his phone.
A frown formed on her mouth when the young boy did not move, seeing as he was too involved with what he was doing. “Sweet tea.” she repeated louder, twitching in agitation when the boy did not move one inch. “Sir, your drink is ready.” Valentine said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. But apparently, it worked, because he looked up, with a grin on his face, making Valentine roll her eyes mentally. He got up and stalked over, only looking at the drink her hands before looking up at her and saying, “Name’s Brent.” with a wink. “Well, Brent. Your drink is ready.” she muttered, pushing the drink towards him before she turned away, off to make herself a drink--and to stay away from those annoying high school boys that always seemed to try to pick her up; while she was at work. She smiled slightly when she heard the door open and then close, leaving her alone in the quiet coffee house.
Taking a small sip from her drink, she sighed and closed her tired eyes, letting herself lean against the counter, waiting for the next customer, or even better, someone else to relieve her from her long shifts. Her eyebrows crinkled together, just remembering she had a paper due tomorrow--one she hadn’t even started. With a bigger sigh, she began writing it in her head, not paying too much attention to the things around her, the only thing in her mind was the rise and fall of the roman empire.