Vail Iona Wentwick

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] VAIL IONA WENTWICK [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] TWENTY THREE [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] FEBRUARY 9TH [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] HETEROSEXUAL [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] GREEN [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] LYCANTHROPY [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] JESSICA SIKOSEK [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] NICOLA

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Quick healing. When wounded, Vail's body heals more quickly than the average human being. This makes it more difficult to kill her, of course, but not impossible; if enough damage is done at a single time, her body won't be able to recover. Enhanced senses. With this lycanthropy gene in her system, Vail's senses - smell and sight, in particular - are heightened considerably. While they are most potent when she's shifted into her wolf form, she can still claim to have more heightened senses than the average human being. Shapeshifting. Her most obvious ability, and the source of the majority of her powers, is shapeshifting. At will (and sometimes against her will), Vail can shift into the form of a wolf. [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Lycanthropy. More of a gene than an ability; however, Vail comes from a long line of werewolves. This part of her allows her to shape-shift into a wolf form. In this form, she retains many of the wolf-like abilities; being able to see better in the dark, quicker healing, and enhanced speed and strength. However, with this ability comes a lot of unknowns. Her emotions can be volatile and trigger a shift, and she has a hard time always controlling herself when the beast blood overtakes her. Her wolf form is slightly larger than the average wolf, and is limited to one type of wolf shape - for Vail, it's a large white wolf. Spending too long in a city setting will begin to exist her. Of all things, Vail is a creature of the forests; the longer she resists her beast blood and the desire to shift, the more exhausted and drawn she will become. As much as she might wish she could live in cities like everyone else, it's too hard on her stamina. It's particularly draining for her to shift multiple times in a day - just the transformation of her physical form into another is wearisome. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: ADD UBEITY IMAGE HERE (optional) [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: Five feet, eight inches. [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black. [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Brown. [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Jessica Sikosek. [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Vail is not an astoundingly intimidating figure. She stands at five feet, eight inches tall, weighing all but one hundred and twenty-six pounds. Anyone who looks at her can see that she is a spitting image of her father, from her thick, dark hair, down to the smattering of freckles across her nose. But everyone says she smiles like her mum. Big and full with large, pearly teeth, and accentuated canines. Most of the time, her smiles are tame, but her true smiles - the ones that happen when something has completely delighted her - are filled with light. Vail's appearance doesn't reek of confidence or assertiveness; in fact, Vail appears rather mild, for a creature that is often ruled by her emotions. The careful poise of her expressions and the sculpture of her smiles has been years in the making, and many years which were spent toiling over containing herself and pushing the beast blood down. When she shifts, however, Vail's aura seems to change. She's much more confident and commandeering in her wolf form, because it's far more powerful than the mortal skin that she resides in. Larger than the average wolf by bounds, Vail's shifted form has a thick, white coat that covers a body made up of considerable muscle and force. Sharp teeth made for gripping and tearing hide behind thin, black lips; a delicately tapered muscle, golden eyes, and softly pointed ears can give her a more tame appearance when she isn't snarling. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Nature ▸ Runs ▸ Hunting ▸ Black coffee ▸ Cigarettes ▸ Staying up all night for the sun rise ▸ Wild storms [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: The smell of gunpowder ▸ Confrontation ▸ Sweets ▸ Sleeping in late ▸ Having to do dishes ▸ Being stuck in the city for too long ▸ Losing control [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Throughout her life, Vail has worked hard to - above all things - control herself. She was not taught from a young age to utilize her abilities responsibly, but rather, to stifle them; they were seen as something negative. Her father drilled this value into her over and over again, and Vail has a tendency to take the word of those whom she wholly respects as law. She is not an assertive creature. In fact, if being quiet could stop her from being part of a confrontation or a fight, she would prefer that above all else. This has made her come across as weak and spineless, but to Vail, it's preservation. However, Vail is a creature of volatile emotion. No matter how hard she has worked to gain control over herself and stifle the beast blood when she gets worked up, she's not that strong. There are things that can set her off into a tailspin of violent, exhaustive shifting, though those things are often linked to her past, and since she has trouble maintaining relationships with others for very long due to her restless nature, she hasn't had to deal with this much outside of her family. But even though she has not been able to keep many friends in her lifetime (both because she moves so much, and because she has always been afraid of losing control around them), Vail is exceptionally skilled at reading people, and it's hard to pull the wool over her eyes. It is true that she has spent most of her life believing that what she is is shameful; but this hasn't stopped her from exuding warmth when she feels it's safe to do so. Once she's settled into a place and feels like she's in an environment where she isn't a threat to everyone (which, it can be said, might be a difficult type of environment to find), the relaxation will bring out exactly what she is - a young girl who hasn't quite come to terms with who and what she is, but who can be charming and sociable when she gives herself the chance. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Willem Wentwick, father; Ailsa Wentwick-Knightley, mother. [attr="class","appcon"]History: Vail's genetic mother died in childbirth; they were never familiar. It was her and her father for almost as long as she could remember, for all of that time before the realms came to bleed into the human world. She lived under her father's dissatisfied gaze. Despite their power, her father always was convinced that they were monsters - that there was something wrong about them. His views was not shared by many others, but Vail knew a while into her life that it was a long-standing belief of her ancestors. Shame; that was what they wanted her to feel. Shame for what they'd made her into. Shame for what she couldn't control. She was seventeen when the realms collided and were poured into the human realm. She and her father knew - despite their panic at being suddenly ripped from their home - that they had to somehow make a new life for themselves and blend in as best as they could. Within a month or two of settling, her father began to date someone, a young woman named Ailsa who was made privy to the secret of their bloodline. Ailsa was warm, and adoring, and quickly became one of the most important people in Vail's life. She considered Ailsa to be her mother, even though she wasn't, genetically. She was a disappointment to her father, she knew this. Not because she wasn't pretty enough, or smart enough (she excelled in school if not for being easily spooked) but because of the genetic make-up of her being. But because of the gift-turned-curse that he had given her. She would be lying if there weren't threads of resentment and frustration weaving their way in her relationship with her father, but for the most part, young Vail desperately wanted only to have her dad seem excited to see her, even if he had to fake it. Her mother felt the same. Vail and Ailsa were horribly close throughout her entire life. What Vail lost in her relationship with her father, her mother tried her best to make up for in their time together. But this did not mean that Vail never interacted with her father. It just meant that the only time she did, it was often to be educated about who and what she was. She was not taught to embrace her blood, but rather, be ashamed of it, and keep it hidden as well as possibly; to only shift when it was absolutely necessary, when she couldn't resist it anymore. By the age of thirteen, her father had her convinced her that she was a monster. Vail was eighteen years old on the day that she came home to find her mother dead in their house and her father gone. The back door was open, the room was littered with blood, and her mother's throat had been torn open. Her father had lost control - as he had always feared he would - and killed her, and then ran. Panic seized her. Vail packed up everything she could fit into a single bag and left home within minutes of finding her mother dead. She could only think if he could kill the woman that he loved, he can kill me too. So she ran. Like the coward her father had raised her to be, she left every comfort of her life behind and ran. Now, she was on her own - and with the lingering trauma of her mother's death painting gruesome images in her mind every night, sleep came even more restlessly than it had before. She skipped town after town, hoping to lose her father if he was following her at all. She didn't want to hear his explanations, or his apologies, or face his violence, if that were the case; he had taken the only thing that mattered to her, and she hated him. Vail found solace in her dancing. When words failed her, she could express them more aptly and in a more eloquent fashion in dance, in creative works. She finished high school in one town, began college in another, and is currently still working on getting her degree in dance. She's only moved colleges twice, which is a new record for her, and has currently settled in Manhattan. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] The night lay coiled in the streets of Manhattan like some great, black snake. She could feel the chilly weight of the air settling on the back of her neck, seeping beneath the collar of her coat to send goosebumps prickling along the slope of her spine. Even in a raised body temperature, she wasn't completely oblivious to changes in weather, and Manhattan's cold nights were starting to get to her. They made her bones ache with dampness and discomfort. Ducking her head, the brunette moved through a crowd of dizzyingly drunk fraternity boys congregating outside of a bar. Vail did her best to remain unseen, but when they were taking up the entirety of the sidewalk, it didn't work very well. "P - Pardon me," she murmured, squeezing her way between two of them. She was almost home-free when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and stop her from going any further. Vail froze; her body reacted instantly in a cold rush of adrenaline, the fight-or-flight instincts so fiercely engraved into her that she could only muster a distressed noise as she yanked her hand away. "Hey, I was just -" "N-No thank you!" Vail managed out. She pushed her way through the rest of the crowd, ducking down the street in a quicker walk now, not quite so leisurely. She didn't want to think about how close of a call that might have been; if he had cornered her... Or him and his friends - she didn't know what she would have done. They might have ended up dead. Did they deserve that? She couldn't tell. It wasn't until she made it to her tiny loft apartment, locking the door behind her, that she realized she'd been holding in a breath that was making her lungs hurt. She exhaled and shut her eyes, leaning back against the door. Safe. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]