Evelyn Moreno

[Eve Moreno]

Eve Moreno

Lives in New York as a LYCANTHROPE*

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NAME:

Evelyn Moreno

NICK NAMES:

Eve

RACE:

Lycan

AGE:

As a lycan she ages significantly slower than humans, and so she looks to be a youthful 25, however she is 35 years old.

GRADE:

She works as a Professor of History at NYU

ORIENTATION:

Heterosexual

LYCANTHROPE CHARACTERISTICS:

Human Form
In human form her features are narrow and thin, her skin tone olive based and her hair brown but brushed with the ochre tint that is distinctive of her particular wolverine breed and her eyes distinctively large, a light brown colour swirled with the wolfish amber. Her limbs are narrow but strong and she moves with a particular stalking agility seen in her animal form.
Wolf Form
When shifting on an ordinary day her wolf form is particular to the Italian subspecies found in Eurasian wolves. Her fur is an ochre shade of grey which is reflected in her human hair. It is much denser and coarser than that of the American wolf though the fur on her tail is much less dense. Her nose is long and narrow, her ears placed high upon her head, and her eyes large, almond and a tawny amber colour; these features bringing the sneaking aspect of the Northen European wolves into her appearance. She is small by lycan terms but far bigger than any normal wolf.
Full Lycan Form
Her full wolf form is very similar to that of her normal wolf form however it is much larger and stronger. Her hind legs become much longer and so she is able to stand upon them. Her front legs become longer, her paws stretching into a more human claw enabling her to grasp things albeit clumsily. Her fur becomes much thicker, her muscles larger, more defined as she becomes an all round stronger creature. Her head grows and lengthens, her muzzle more aggressive, her ears more pointed and much larger, her hearing at its ultimate as well as her vision as her eyes become larger and a much more striking, gleaming, amber.

FACE CLAIM:

Kate Beckinsale

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EYE COLOR:

As a human her eyes are a light, amber tinted brown

HAIR:

Fairly long, naturally highlighted brown

HEIGHT:

5’8

WEIGHT:

Her body composition is relative to her height, she is however much heavier than she looks from dense bone structure and musculature

CLOTHING STYLE:

Smart. Crisp shirts, blouses and suits. Only when alone do the soft jogging pants and baggy tees come out.

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FAMILY:

Nicholas Moreno (father)
Antonia Moreno (mother – deceased)
Pietro Moreno (brother)

HOMETOWN:

Lucca, Northen Italy

PERSONALITY:

{Short Tempered} An unfortunate effect of her animal like instincts Eve’s temper is short and sudden. Despite having control over most aspects of her lycanthropy when aggravated Eve quickly flares into a sudden and fierce aggression that disappears almost as quickly as it arrives. Once released its forgotten and she moves on. Though whether or not the person on the receiving end does is another matter.
{Still} With a wolf prowling back and forth inside her very being Eve has an animal like stillness to her aura that leaves her intimidating at the very least to most people meeting her for the first time. Behind the intimidating quiet with which she may first seem Eve is quick witted and excitable, but the trouble is sticking around long enough to see it.
{Affectionate} A pack animal by nature, wolves don’t work alone. Eve’s life in New York has been a solitary one, and so the affection with which she leads her life is rarely expressed. When around those close to her, her family and friends from her life in Italy it is clear that she is a passionate woman who seems to thrive on the company of others, but in her new concrete world her life has become quiet and unobtrusive.

PAST:

Walk child don’t run, go off and have fun, we’ll be waiting

In 1975 a couple stared into the face of their first born child with The Eagles’ "Lyin’ Eyes" playing softly from a battered radio in the background. Nicholas and Antonia Moreno named their daughter Evelyn and she spent the next five years running wild as a cub and playing feral as a skinny limbed child. She quickly grasped the concept of shifting, but mastering it was another feat. Her wolf self was often caught in her human form, with her animal traits usually showing themselves as a scrappy and playful child, her instincts to run and play and to be free. She spent days running the streets of the town nearby her small home, and summers racing wild through the forests, her laughter barely ever ceasing.

Just look before you cross, take love with the loss, I know it’s frustrating

When Eve arrived at the age of five another Moreno child was brought into the world, and finally Eve had the sibling she had begged for; Pietro. With his new life came the death of Antonia Moreno.
Death is a tedious subject for a race so persecuted as the wolf, but the death of a parent takes its toll on any child, and the year was one of a deep sorrow for the young Eve, who spent her days shunning play and merely developing her skills in shifting and sharing all her five years of knowledge with her baby brother who she was positive took in everything she shared with him.
Eve broke free of her depression when her father decided it was time for a change, and he rejoined the circus with which he and his wife had travelled before starting their little family. The circus brought a new world to his children, many of the troupe the same as when Nicholas and Antonia had worked there, and the memories of Eve’s mother, shared with her by the circus artisans were enough to bring her heavy six year old heart back to life.

Reach but don’t push it away, say nice words and play with intention

Eve and her brother Pietro spent a happy childhood travelling Europe with a much celebrated circus troupe. Their father worked hard as a gymnast, teaching his lithe and limber children the acrobatics they could use as part of the show. They were quite a team the brother and sister who moved with an animal agility, and quite an attraction.
Their days were filled with playful practice and fights with the other circus children. Eve ever protective over her brother and quick tempered, aggressive and scrappy she was as wild and free as her animal soul wanted her to be. Her father knew the time would come when she would calm and mature, but until then he was happy for her to whistle her own tune.
Scrawny and wide eyed as a child she was endearing but equally aggravating; she followed the clowns until she was taught to juggle; she pestered a unicyclist to teach her the balanced skills needed to ride the unicycle; she dabbled in the fire breathing but disliked the smell; she threw knives at her brother after aggravating the knife thrower enough for him to teach them both some tricks of the trade before their father found out and put a stop to it. A mutilated son was not something he wanted.

Practice restraint, find out what matters

The circus life suited Eve well. She had a certain freedom but there was a structure to her life. She learned, absorbing everything like a sponge about people, about the supernaturals around her and about the world she lived in. Her father tutored her as well as he could, realising his children might not want to follow in his career path. Eve had a natural flair for history. Dates seemed to lodge in her mind and the travels throughout Europe allowed her interest to develop as she absorbed the histories of the locations they visited and she allowed her knowledge to grow.

I know your hearts been broken, but martyrs never open doors

At the age of sixteen, developing into an attractive and intelligent young wolf Eve made a decision, a decision that came with difficulty to one so loyal to her family and friends. She decided that she wanted time away from the circus, time to explore by herself, to explore places, people and most of all herself. She wanted time to decide what she wished to gain from her life, and so Eve left her father and her brother, and she went to explore.

The world is yours, carry this torch, and use your voice

PRESENT:

Fake it if you’re out of direction

One university degree later and Eve is a Professor.
Having moved to Great Britain she attended university and sat History, specifically European, her firm grasp of languages enabled her to study in a country foreign to her without too much difficulty, and her intimidating presence stopped many from crossing her path.
She took her degree and moved once more, this time much further afield, across an ocean to the Americas, specifically New York. It was there that she easily gained a place teaching at New York University, a much valued addition to the school syllabus.

Fake it if you don’t belong

She teaches History to students who never knew they’d get a teacher like her. She teaches with a skill unlike any other. Most students are too afraid to skip her lectures, or to hand in a paper past the deadline. Others feel an unusual desperation to please her, to remain on her good side, because although no one has seen her raise her voice or lose her temper, there is something about a creature such as Eve, that means no student wants to see her lose it.
She speaks, and they listen. It’s true, they listen partly because her presence demands it, but they also listen because what she speaks is interesting, it isn’t a chore to hear her describe the wars of the Peninsular, or the Inquisition, or even the odd little Rebecca Riots, her knowledge is vast and her enthusiasm infectious, even to hungover, half soaked students on a Monday morning.

Fake it if you feel like infection

In a spacious apartment Eve rattles around with only her Irish Wolfhound Ezio for company. Her life is quiet and unobtrusive, nothing of note happens to her apart from her monthly change into a beast of nearly uncontrollable animal tendencies. Her circle of friends is virtually nil, with her social calendar bare apart from the odd University function. Her life is solitary and very unnatural for a wolf.

Whoa, you’re such a fucking hypocrite

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LIKES:

Honesty, Steak, Control, Ezio, The great outdoors, Shoes, Jello

DISLIKES:

Cruelty, Mushrooms, Romantic Films, The full moon, Loneliness, Gossip magazines

FEARS:

Being unable to control her shift

HOPES:

That one day she might not need to shift at a full moon

OTHER INFO:

Song Lyrics: Lissie -Bully & Seether - Fake It

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NAME:

Taffy

AGE:

Nineteen

GENDER:

Female

RP EXPERIENCE:

Utter newbie

HOW YOU FOUND NNY:

I floated here

RP SAMPLE:

Please don’t make me

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