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| basics NAME: Astrid Gandillon. GOES BY: Ash. APPARENT AGE: Early twenties. AGE AND DOB: 110; December 12, 1909. SPECIES: Therianthrope; werewolf. CAREER: Hostess; The Ruby Lounge. CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Factory. MARTIAL STATUS: Single. SEXUALITY: Bisexual; No preference. ETHER: Sure, but she doesn’t bother with it often. Her presence is caressing, nearly unnoticed – a lover’s remembered touch. A cinnamon, earthy unspecified flower scent clings to her presence. Dipping in and out whenever she needs, but preferring to keep minimum contact with anyone (aside from Syn) in that manner. supernatural ABILITIES Shapeshifting/Transition; From human-esque to wolf. The training began under the careful tutelage of Xavier who happened to be a horrible task master when he set his mind to achieving a goal. With or without the help of the full moon she can take her wolf shape. The accomplishment took about twenty years longer than hoped, but she is particularly proud of having obtained the ability. Changing quickly has become almost second nature, but if she is rushed beyond the pace she has set Astrid is utterly ravenous as the wolf. STRENGTHS: This woman can spin words should she choose to indulge. Alive with a combination of body language and carefully depicted emotion, Astrid can come off as an enthusiastic representative, a compassionate caregiver - whatever the case calls for. Simply put, she has a way with people if she puts her mind to. Nothing more, nothing less. But as a rule she enjoys confronting people with the truth. She also has a knack for creating natural poisons plants whether they are seemingly annoying weeds, herbs, or flower petals. Astrid will stop in her travels to pluck flora from where ever they may rest. WEAKNESSES: All means of traditional werewolf massacre paraphernalia including but not limited to: Silver (Anything), sharp objects used to slice up necessary parts such as the heart or head, being set on fire and burning into crispy bits, suffocation (Who knows? Someone might try.) Rage. She exceptionally slow to anger, but once the temper is ignited it takes a slaughter, unconsciousness, or a really good voice of reasons to snap her out of it. She can become mindless in that state. WEAPONRY TRAINING: Comfortable with blades. Whether it is a paring knife or a dagger she can use it effectively; her time with Xavier had prepared her to fight with those weapons, but otherwise she is all teeth, poison, and claws. GROUP: The Pack. POSITION: Speculated. OPINION: Shits and giggles. The rambunctious lot make for one hell of a party. ALLIANCES: Raidan. RIVALRIES: The Watch, The Elari, Hayden Paddock appearance Define sensual debauchery. Astrid is surely somewhere in the description. Lush mahogany strands cascade down to her mid-back in a gentle curl. Enchanting stormy amber eyes hold secrets that hint at mystery and seduction. Silky bronzed skin is always shown off at the best angles possible from clothing to make up. Her body is generously curved with just enough bust to give enchant – a fact that has only been proven time and time again by admirers. Her wardrobe consists of whatever she feels like, but Astrid would not be caught dead in anything pink. Low slung skirts and pants with flattering tops tend to be her favored choice, but now and then she’ll throw in a dress or two. In her traditional three inch heels Gandillon stands at 5"9 which only emphasizes the untouchable air she’s crafted. A lace or satin choker is almost always on her throat and her nails are painstakingly maintained. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A black tribal wolf band wraps around her upper-right arm, the open mouth and bared teeth chasing the tail. Across her stomach is a row of healed scars from the initial attack that led to her change. The shiny flesh seems almost surgically neat after over seventy years as a werewolf. ANIMAL FORM: Deep caramel fur dusted with light gray covers the majority of her body unblemished except for a cream colored patch on her chest that gradually trails to her stomach. A bit larger that the regular sized male wolf, she is smaller than one would expect, but she cuts a sleek figure in this form with her shiny pelt. Her eyes take on a faintly glowing hue while on four paws. PB: Zahira Nora. personality Slow to smile, quick to smirk, and easy to misinterpret - Astrid has one priority, Syn. She is extremely loyal her Alpha. In most situations she’d follow his direction without question, but there are three exceptions: what she eats, what she wears, and who she has sex with. Unless it is of the utmost importance then she obeys. Something beyond curiosity drives Astrid when someone new comes into her life. The most significant to the smallest detail matters and she has to know. She is not beyond following someone home and breaking in to try to figure out how they live. The quirk seems to have amplified from her time as a human. Conversely Astrid is a private person, confiding in one individual alone and becoming less than friendly when she feels like anyone is getting too nosy about her. There are moments when her mind wanders - if one is looking closely they may catch minimal glimpses of affection in her gaze, but for the most part she chooses to keep such emotions under lock and key. Her usual mannerism is a combination of a genuine zest for enjoyment and tranquility with a mischievous taint to her advice and actions. All in all she likes to tug strings, prod and pull people into situations and watch as the net closes. Blunt with a capital “B”, Astrid will commonly make comments without sparing feelings. With an innocent gesture and the shrug of delicate shoulders, she lets her wily tongue. Power and lust are a tantalizing combination that Astrid simply can not resist in a lover and the more they say “No” the more she wants them. By nature she is an aggressor, pushing her will on to a prospective partner if don’t give in. She likes to dance the fine like between pleasure and pain, inflicting both until both are completely sated. Strikingly shallow in this aspect Astrid refuses to take interest in anyone that is less than gorgeous. history December 12, 1909 Kamaria and Lucian Gandillon welcomed their second child into their household. There was said to have been a ceremonious fuss for the first daughter of the line. “Life is a game; the winners are those who have the most fun.” She was bottle fed the idea and continued to grow with it despite any attempts at detouring her Astrid made that her creed for life. From waking to sleep everything she wanted, she got even if she had to take it. Damn the consequences. As the youngest child in a wealthy family she had everything delivered to her on a silver platter. Girlhood enemies were crushed under her calm, calculating revenge plots. Quite often she played off her actions, naming them to be simple pranks - even if the opposing girl had broken a bone or worst. The girls around her learned to fear the barest malicious hint in her actions while she wrapped young men around her finger with sparkling stories. Every person in her life was completely outlined, a slim dossier kept in an ornate cabinet beside her dresser told Astrid details down to the most minuet. Her father had always done thorough background searches making sure his children were well informed. In proper settings, Astrid thrived in the appointed role as the perfect wealthy girl. Not a strand out of place, a constant sweet smile and bright eyes. Polite conversation carried from the girl’s mouth without a hint of deception. Her eyelashes fluttered with just enough coy delight when being complimented or praised. Day to day life contained lessons that she quickly tucked under her belt from dance to speech. All the pretty trappings she could use to get what she wanted. Lucian encouraged his daughter, used her to charm others and earn adoration from the people who lived around the villa. On the fringes of the estate beautiful flowers and forest flourished. From a dainty window seat Astrid contemplated the wonders and dangers the rain forest could offer during day light hours. For years she remained obedient, but when she finally hit seventeen rebellion surfaced. Night would fall and Astrid would escape into the rain forest. Caught by her bodyguard one evening the young woman smiled for him, soothed his agitation and allowed him to follow her. Her life continued in that manner until she was spotted by a maid who promptly informed her family. Furious her elder brother Antoine dismissed the guard, would have had the man killed if not for his sister’s reasoning. The young woman said goodbye to freedom for the next five years. Five long, drawn out years – until England, a trip that should have been wonderful changed everything. June 20, 1930 she should not have been out that night. Copper scent clung to the damp air filling aching lungs. Tears burned along her cheeks, but that was nothing in comparison to the pain. Hot breath brushed her skin and then it was gone. That night, the young unmarried woman who had been Astrid Gandillon died and gave birth to something new. From discrete physicians to witch doctors her family tried everything they could to cure her, but the infection would not leave. Before their eyes she emerged a creature far more sensual and strange than they were comfortable with. Locking her up in a hospital proved to be the only solution anyone could give them until they could make arrangements for an impromptu leave for home. Sterile white walks bored Astrid beyond imagination. Most time was spent near the window scenting the air that spilled through the bars. The night came when her Alpha came to locate the whelp he had created - Xavier McCann. His involvement breathed new life into Astrid. Freed her. She spent nearly thirty years along side the male, became Xavier’s partner, lover, and confidante. Many nights were spent together under the stars – the pack and her Alpha male. In time though the female wolf began to wander away from him to explore, which is when she met Syn. Arrogant Astrid took on the alpha male when he’d stepped too close to her. It was not until the female was beaten into a bloody pulp that she submitted. Respect glittered in her eyes as she bared her throat and knew returning to Xavier was not a possibility for her anymore. Without even a word of goodbye the female wolf joined Syn’s pack. Unlike with McCann she found testing his limits to be far more daunting and the level of respect she held for him rose. She fell into a comfortable role of obedience and never felt the desire to fight the boundaries he’d set up… Well as far as leaving was concerned. ooc PLAYER: Saxonie. CONTACT: Player page. CREDIT: mydecember for the profile coding and banners on here, layout and profile. Original layout codes from sugarbones heavily tweaked by mydecember. Icons credited in comments. |