Kara Spencer | Werewolf

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✧ Persistent
✧ Persuasive
✧ Imaginative

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Absent-minded
✦ Needy
✦ A bit cowardly

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Parents: Jake and Maddie Spencer
Siblings: none
Other Family: Catherine Spencer, grandmother
Important Others: @hunter, all the girls on her cheer squad of course
History:

Kara is the daughter of a wealthy diamond mogul and grew up not really wanting for much. Throughout elementary and middle school she was privately tutored and, while her education was the best money could buy, she tended to get distracted by the lack of classroom environment and would often space out during her studies. Although her parents pretty much handed her anything she wanted on a silver platter, they still wanted her to grow up to be a strong, independent young woman like her mother. So when the time came for ninth grade they decided to give public high school a try.

Even as a freshman, Kara very easily asserted herself among her peers. She was used to getting her way at home and found that she had the makings of a real queen bee. Her positive, energetic attitude was something that people seemed to like. She had a way of making people want to do things for her and she made friends easily and became the only freshman on the varsity cheer squad. Her social status was through the roof.

When she turned sixteen and got her license she was sure her daddy was going to buy her a new car. Imagine her disappointment when they decided to teach her another life lesson about responsibility and made her get a job to buy her own. Although her father fronted a hefty down payment to keep her monthly payments small (they didn't want her school work to suffer), she still needed to work a few nights a week. She got a job at a pizza place and for the first month or so, her manager was understanding about her extracurricular activities and the need to work around her schedule. But it didn't take long for that to change and soon enough he scheduled her to work her first Saturday night closing shift.

That night it was just the two of them.. she and the manager. He ordered her to take the trash out to the dumpster at the edge of the parking lot, a task which she very begrudgingly agreed to. She dragged the trash bag quickly out to the dumpster... ran actually... it was late at night and there was a full moon and it all just gave her the creeps. She practically threw the bag into the dumpster in a panic and turned to run back into the restaurant, only to find herself face to face with some weird, bright blue-eyed, drooling, snarling human-dog thing. Kara screamed and quickly drew her pepper spray from her pocket, macing the creature in the eyes right as it snapped and bit her hand. She dropped the pepper spray when he did and the thing was distracted enough for the moment by the burn to its eyes, giving her just enough of a chance to escape to her car and drive home.

She begged and pleaded with her father to let her quit her job after that, insisting that her boss was making her work weekends and that it would cut into her chances of getting a cheerleading scholarship. He of course just couldn't say no to his little girl. He and Kara's mother decided to let her quit her job and just focus on school for now. She never told anyone the truth about what happened that night.




Alias: Cherry Pie
How did you find us?: Am admin
Experience: eleventy billion years
Other Characters: Bethany Clark, @charlie, Sky Meadows, @esock, Eli McKinley, Jenna Bradford, @jesse, Zoey Monroe, Steven Winchester, Liam Stark, Makenna Jordan, Kennedy Stark, Sully Brennan, Holly McKinley
RP Sample:

The motion of Ellen's wave caught the corner of Dean's eye and he made his way over to her, sliding into the booth across from her. A waitress came over and he quickly asked for black coffee and 'what she's having', not really bothering with the menu because he wasn't in the mood to dilly-dally around with breakfast foods when there were more important things on his mind. "Hey Ellen," he said after the petite, middle-aged woman walked away, managing a small half-smile for his old friend that didn't quite reach his weary eyes. "You look good."

Dean cast a glance over his shoulder, reaching into his inner jacket pocket to be sure for the third time that everything he would need was in reach. It was times like this that he wished he had some way of knowing who was a demon and who wasn't short of splashing everyone in the establishment with holy water. That was just something he couldn't do, no matter how much he might want to. These last couple of years had really made him paranoid.

After scanning the room again he finally turned back around to face Ellen, leaning forward a little and keeping his voice low as he grabbed the ketchup bottle and shook it a little, making sure it wasn't empty. "So what's the 411?"



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