Gwyna Richards Lycan Character Application

Your Info:
Your name: Aly
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Your email address: shadow-poet@hotmail.com
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Your Character:
Character's Name: Gwyna Richards
Nicknames/Petnames: Gwyn
Character's Age: 25
Gender: female
Date of Birth (year included please): 3rd May 1983
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Lycan Species: Panther
Level: Dominant
Character Strengths: fighting, singing, dancing, cooking, seduction, fluid movements, partial shifting
Character Weaknesses: wants a family and someone to love her more than anything
Favourite weapons: a set of silver daggers in thigh, wrist and back sheathes.

What do you look like?
Character Portrayal: Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Physical Description: Gwyna is slim and of medium height. She sports a beautiful tan which goes well with her beautiful brown hair and deep brown eyes. She has a small tattoo of a panther wreathed in flames on her right shoulder blade.


Likes: cooking, fighting, feeling loved, being cared for, dancing, singing, loyalty, hunting (when in animal form), long conversations and good company.
Dislikes: betrayal, bad cooking, neglect (to herself & others), shallow people.
Fears: rejection, lonliness, being out of control
Nervous habits: none
Temper Signs: her eyes flash a luminous grey (her animal eyes) and/or other subtle partial shifts

Personality description: Gwyna is often an optimist though she does sometimes sink into bouts of self-pity when alone, usually because she feels she has no one to turn to. Though she's pretty she has a hard time holding on to relationships because she fears telling the guy about her panther side in case he rejects her. She is often determined and strong-willed as well as strong-minded. Gwyna strives to get all that she wants and needs in life no matter how far off or difficult that may be.

Meet the family:
Parents: Albert & Nancy Richards (both deceased)
Siblings: none
Children: none yet.
Other? nope

History: Born to Albert and Nancy Richards, in 1983, Florida, Gwyna was a sweet little girl and grew up to be very beautiful. However, by the time Gwyna was 16 she'd found her interest in guys and went to an exotic club with her boyfriend. It was a lycan club.

That night Gwyna found a love for the lycans deeper than her love or admiration for any animal. She loved the way they moved, the way they spoke which made some of them flash fangs or a moutful of large jagged teeth. She loved the way they were graceful but strong. She returned to the club many times, even after her relationship with the first boy to take her there was long over. One night she began talking to a male lycan at the bar. He took ended up walking her home...when he got there he transformed his head into panther form for her to admire. He gave her his phone number, arranged to meet her the next night at the club - and bit her. Gwyna rushed into the house bleeding, ran past her parents and straight to her room yelling to them that she was tired over the shoulder. The next night she went to meet the panther to ask what the hell was wrong with him biting her like that. She had healed remarkably quickly and was fine already - not even a mark. When the panther arrived he looked her straight in the eyes and she felt a stirring inside of her - then she realised what he'd done. She was ecstatic - she had become what she'd admired for so long. For many nights after that she was with the panther learning to control her beast - and preparing for her first full moon. She learnt the ways of the lycans at his side.

Her happiness, however, was short lived. She soon realised that the panther (Damed) wanted to take her as his mate. She went home that night happy - she had another - much more interesting and exotic - boyfriend! Her parents, however, didn't approve. She had never before told them about her friends - or herself. They were horrified! They argued for what seemed like hours. Gwyna was hurt that they felt so because she loved them dearly but she loved what she had become too - it was a part of her and she loved it. It made her happy. Upon speaking to Damed about her parental troubles the next daywhile they were out having lunch he told her that it'd be ok and they'd be together anyway. They went out that night and Gwyna was confident in Damed's reassurances.

She didn't see any problems in the time that Damed mysteriously disappeared to the bathroom - maybe he was just talking to his friends - besides when he came back he held a drink for each of them - which considering the size of the crowd around the bar was an easy explanation for where he'd been. Until she got home that night that is. She got home to find her parents lying motionless in a pool of their own blood in the middle of the kitchen. Gwyna flew to the kitchen and phoned an ambulance. The ambulance came and after 6 hours in a hospital someone came to tell her that her parents were dead.

She went home and cried herself to sleep, with tears that were a mixture of pain, horror and rage. The next night she met Damed at the club as they'd planned. They minute she got there he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss - she whispered in his ear asking if they could go somewhere private and after only 5 minutes of being at the club they left to Damed's apartment. There Gwyna raged and stormed at him while he stood there trying to justify his deeds - there was no point in him denying it - she'd smelt him in her home in a way that mere humans couldn't. The fight ended with it being Damed's turn to lie on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Gwyna left the room commenting "I guess he shouldn't have told me about decapitation and silver huh?" then she threw his head onto his bed and left.

That night Gwyna packed up and left town. She travelled through the states for a while until she got to Miami....

Writing Sample: I was sitting at the bar, a glass in my hand. Lemonade - I don't drink alcohol - it brings out the worst in me. I looked around - I could already see two faces turned towards me. One of the guys looking winked. I sighed and turned back around. Why was it that they always seemed to think that a wink gave the right impression? Guys like that were usually about as shallow as a puddle. I turned to look at the other guy. Hmmm...dark hair, nice eyes, not to tall - not to short. I liked what I saw.

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