Post by Astrid on Apr 4, 2021 4:58:32 GMT -5
Full Name: Astrid Bingley
Nickname/Alias: Attie, Ari
Age/Date Of Birth: 26 (September 25, 1994)
Occupation: Helps the pack and Lux however she can/is needed
Species Group: Skinwalker
Play-By: Alisha Wainwright
Abilities
- Shape-shifting - Like Werewolves, Skinwalkers possess the ability to transform into canines. Unlike werewolves, however, skinwalkers transform completely into an animal rather than a hybrid man/wolf creature. Skinwalkers can change from their human to animal forms anytime without a full moon.
- Infectious bite - Like Werewolves, Skinwalkers possess a poisonous bite; if someone is bitten by a Skinwalker, he or she will also become a Skinwalker.
- Enhanced Sense of Smell - They can smell far better than humans, in either form. Using this ability, they can tell if they are being followed or if someone is in the vicinity, within an approximate range of 100 yards or more. They possess this ability even in the human form.
Super-hearing - A skinwalker's hearing is better then humans, like a dog's. - Accelerated Healing - They appear to be able to heal themselves much faster than humans.
- Enhanced Strength - Their strength seems to be greater than the average human's, as in its dog form it was able to kill humans. Their strength appears to increase with rank (much like vampires), as the Pack Leader is able to beat lower ranks around with no difficulties. It seems that it's only in their canine form that they possess their strength.
- Super Speed - Skinwalkers, in their animal form, can run and move faster than humans.
- Invulnerability - Like many other shapeshifters, Skinwalkers can only be killed by silver bullets to the heart or head. They can, however, be injured.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Outdoors activities
❤ Crystals
❤ Raspberries
❤ Magic
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Cauliflower (it smells like shit)
✗ Small rooms
✗ Heavy metal
✗ Killing any living being
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Not being able to get back her magic
☬ Failing the ones she loves
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Find a way to reconnect with her magic
Personality: Astrid is a charming and well-balanced person. She thrives on making things orderly and aesthetically pleasing, craving balance and being both self-indulgent and generous with the people around her. She's the queen of compromise and likes making peace between others, often acting as mediator whenever she sees a conflict between two people she cares about. Having a high sense of fairness and an outgoing nature, Astrid thrives when she’s able to take care of others and also when she feels useful by helping her pack in any way that’s necessary; she believes in the greater good but doesn’t agree with the idea that the end justifies the means, her moral compass always guiding her whenever she needs to make a hard decision.
Idealistic and fair, Astrid has a strong sense of justice and wants to make sure everyone gets heard and is passionate about it, but she also respects authority very much and will try to avoid unnecessary confrontations, always trying to look on the bright side and seeing the best in people; her past experiences taught her not to be too trusting, but when it comes to her pack she will follow the rules and their leader, trusting him blindly. She always has high hopes for starting new projects and learning new things, her curiosity being a big part of her. Hardworking and sometimes a little stubborn, she has a strong will and can end up letting that get the best of her.
She's witty, smart, and a very good listener with an active imagination that also makes her quick on her feet which makes her a great problem solver.
Traits
✧ Diplomatic
✧ Fair
✧ Charismatic
✧ Caring
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Extremely non-confrontational
✦ Self-indulgent
✦ Easily persuaded
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Parents: Don and Claire Bingley
Siblings: None
Other Family: None of importance
Important Others: The pack
History: Astrid was born a witch. All she was taught her entire life was how to use magic, to maintain the balance of things, and to cherish her abilities above everything else. She grew up around her parents’ coven, considering them all part of her close family; it was all in all a very nice, normal life with a family that loved her and taught her everything she needed to know both about magic and also life in general. She went to school and never had any trouble making friends, always eager to learn new things--her curiosity making her want to test the limits, try new things all the time.
As she got older, Astrid started taking more responsibilities with the coven, taking care of errands, finding ingredients for spells, and helping younger witches to learn how to control their magic and how to properly use their abilities. And it was during one of these errands, where she had been looking for a very rare ingredient for a spell that she found herself walking alone in the woods; she wasn’t scared to go out there, had never been, and she also was never scared of animals. And that’s why, when she saw a dog approach her, Astrid gladly offered her hand for the animal to smell so that she could interact with it; the problem was, it was no ordinary dog and when she approached it, the realization of the fact that it wasn’t friendly came too late. The dog attacked her, going straight for the kill, and somehow Astrid managed to kill it using magic, although it’s something she hated doing--taking another life--, and even though she was able to defend herself, the dog still bit her.
Thinking it was nothing but a small wound, Astrid went on with her life: she got the ingredients the coven had needed for their spell and after a quick visit to the ER, she went back home with a bandage on her leg. But something was wrong: her magic wasn’t working, and the whole world came crashing down around her when it happened, because her magic was what defined her, what she’d taught and what made her feel like she was a part of something, something bigger than herself. Astrid had always loved the connection she had to nature, and she felt like without her magic? She was losing that connection.
One day, she decided to go back to the woods and try different spells, from the most complicated ones to the simplest in an attempt to get back what she’d lost; but when it didn’t work, she started panicking, her body shaking with anger, grief, and fear of what was to come, and before she knew it, her heightened emotions made her body try to find a way to cope, which in turn ended up with her shifting into a dog. Was it her magic manifesting in a different way? She was ecstatic, happy that it was apparently back! And without shifting back, she ran as fast as she could (which, to her surprise and awe, it was way faster than what she’d expected) back to her house to tell her parents and the coven about what had happened. But that certainly didn’t end the way she was expecting it to.
When the coven saw her turn from a dog into her human form, they were not happy. Quite the contrary, they shunned Astrid, called her a skinwalker, and told her she would have to leave if she didn’t want to be killed by them. Killed. By her own family. It broke her heart, but even if she didn’t want to go her own way, alone and not understanding what had happened to her, Astrid also didn’t want to die. And so she left, and for months she simply went from place to place, sometimes as a human, sometimes as a dog. It was easier to get food if she was in her dog form because apparently, other humans felt pity for a stray, but she also started feeling a different hunger, one that wouldn’t be satisfied no matter how much she ate. Those were her instincts, she figured after reading a lot about what she’d become, it was her instincts asking for her to kill, to get what she was craving. She never did, not wanting to take another life like that.
It was getting difficult, to cope with the loneliness, the sadness that losing her magic brought to her and the instincts she was trying so hard to fight. Astrid knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep going on her own like that, and she was lucky enough that she ended up not having to because one day when she’d been about to give up--as scared and desperate as she’d been, another skinwalker found her. At first it terrified her, being found by another being like the one who had turned her into what she was now, but upon meeting this man--Lux, that was his name--, she found herself wanting to belong again, to find a place where she could feel at home, surrounded with people she could trust. And so Astrid told Lux about her story, she confided in him, and in return, he welcomed her into his pack. It felt as if her soul had been given back to her, Astrid found it easy to fit in and she also grew fond of the pack fast, wanting to help and caring for them the way she’d cared for her coven, maybe even more because they had saved her when she’d been about to lose her mind.
She still misses her magic and has been trying to find a way to reconnect with it, maybe one day she will be able to do it, but for now, she’s thankful for the second chance she got, and for the fact that Lux let her join his family, that he made her a part of it; in turn, Astrid gave him and the pack her complete loyalty and trust, and she will do anything in her power to help them and protect them as best as she can.
Alias: Who are you known as OOC? Thea
How did you find us?: Disboard
Experience: It’s been 84 years...
Other Characters: Becca, Odette, Janet, Castiel, JT, Amber, Heather, Bridget, Reagan
RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part of the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.
So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand on its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple months now…
But now she walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward.
I Astrid Bingley have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman
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