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SCHUYLER ANN PRICE TWENTY-THREE SHIFTER-WERECAT HYBRID ANNA KENDRICK DEE | TIMEZONE: Eastern HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Old Site CONTACT INFORMATION: PM, AIM, Skype NICKNAME(S): Skye DATE OF BIRTH: 03/17/1990 DATE OF CHANGE: N/A BIRTHPLACE: Dallas, Texas HOMETOWN: Dallas, Texas CURRENT RESIDENCE: Las Vegas, Nevada DIET: Human Food MAIN ANIMAL: Grey Fox SPECIES APPEARANCE:  SCARS/MARKS: She has a few scars from being bitten or scratched by some of the animals on the reserve, but nothing really noticeable. She's learned to wear gloves when she's working with certain animals. She also has a birthmark on her right shoulder that appears in her animal form as well. PERSONAL STYLE: Skye tends to wear anything that she feels like. It could be something that she's comfortable in, a work uniform, a school uniform, or a formal outfit. It varies by day and year and she tries to keep her style as unique to her as possible. OCCUPATION: Entertainer/Singer, Full-Time Wildlife Veterinarian Student, Works at her Uncle's Wildlife Rescue and Reserve every so often (usually during the summers) AFFILIATION: N/A ABILITY: N/A MAGI ABILITY: N/A LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: POSITIVE TRAITS Open Courageous Tough Protective Loving Passionate Sincere Sassy Fun Playful Virtuoso Self-Loving Adventurous Disciplined Freethinking NEGATIVE TRAITS Party Animal Blunt Loud Stubborn Persistent Pushy Impatient Impulsive Reckless Sarcastic Rough Fickle Resentful Crude Flirtatious FATHER: Randall Price [deceased, shapeshifter] MOTHER: Anya Pajari-Belkov [alive, werecat] SIBLINGS: Jemma Price [alive, little half-sister, shapeshifter] OTHER FAMILY: Hannah Price [alive, step-mother, shapeshifter], Morrison Price [alive, Uncle], Alexandria Belkov [Cousin], Andrei Belkov [Uncle], Nikolai Belkov [Uncle] OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: None HISTORY: My name is Schuyler (pronounced "Skyler") Ann Price, and I'm what you would call an immortal shapeshifter. How does one become an immortal shapeshifter, you ask? Well, apparently if your have one werecreature and one shapeshifter parent, you have a 50/50 chance of being either an immortal shapeshifter or an immortal werecreature. What's why I look like I'm ten years younger than I really am. It can be a little frustrating at times, but I'm slowly getting used to the fact that I'll live forever. I didn't even know that I was immortal until about 3 years ago. As it turns out, my father hid the circumstances of my birth from me. He didn't realize the consequences of his actions until I started to ask the hard questions. When I started to do research about my affliction my father finally sat me down and had the talk. At first I was angry at him for keeping such a big secret from me, but then I took the time to sit back and understand exactly why he had kept it from me in the first place. Here's how my birth went down. My father met a werecat named Anya one night, about a year before he met the woman who I'd been calling "mother" for my entire life. Of course I guess you can imagine what happened. He got her in bed and she ended up pregnant. For some reason that I can't comprehend, she didn't want me when I was born and left me with my father before I had even been named. She ran away and my father met my step-mother about three months later. Three months after that they were married and I was none the wiser. I guess it was for the best. Who wants to spend their entire life wondering why their mother didn't love them enough to stick around? Of course, that doesn't stop me from feeling that way right now? I didn't have a hard life. My father was a Marine and my step-mother was a nurse. We spent most of my early life moving from place to place just so we could be close to my father wherever he was stationed. With him having a family, he felt that was the easiest choice for us. I never minded. As a child I was bright eyed and filled with wonder. My all time favorite place that my father was stationed was Germany, though I don't remember too much about it now. As a little kid, my step-mother and father let me spend a few years living with my Uncle Morrison just outside of Las Vegas. He owned a wildlife reserve and rescue and I spent my days helping him with the various animals. My favorite animal to tend to was the Grey Fox. I was drawn to them every morning of every day, and after a while my Uncle let me take the lead on their care. By then I had started shifting, and my favorite animal to shift into was, of course, the grey fox. It still is my favorite animal to this day. When I finally returned home, my father enrolled me into a private military school which I attended during both my middle and high school years. I loved my school and the friends that I had made there. I especially loved the city that I lived in. In high school I took up a few hobbies to pass the time. I had been in choir since I was in middle school, but I've never really sung alone before. I started to play around with some old mixing equipment that my father had kept from his "rebellious" years (They really weren't all that rebellious. He just wanted to make himself seem cool.). I started to sing on the side, learning how to mix my own beats and showing what I'd made to my friends. Soon after, I started to sing at parties that my friends would throw on the weekends and breaks when we got the chance to go home. It's one of my favorite hobbies still to this day. Over the last few years of high school I was constantly feeling the pull to get out of Dallas and make it back to Las Vegas. I wanted to be on the reserve again so I could start taking care of the animals. As soon as I graduated from the military academy that I attended, I decided it was time to do just that. My father wasn't very happy with the fact that I wasn't following in his footsteps, and I did find it really hard to not make him happy for once. I learned some valuable lessons in school, but the military wasn't really for me. I could fight, I knew discipline, but that's not what I wanted to spend my life doing at the time. I found myself back in Las Vegas and back by my uncles side. He'd never married or had children of his own, so he was very glad to have be around. My uncle was like my second father, so I was glad that I could at least give him some semblance of having his own child. I was eighteen by then and I wanted to enroll into college. I decided that I wanted to become a veterinarian. A wildlife veterinarian in particular. I knew that it would be hard and expensive, but both my father and my uncle helped me to pay for my first few years of schooling. I worked on the reserve part time and was paid for my work, which helped me to pay for my bills. The only thing that pulled me away from the reserve and my schooling, and the few singing gigs that I could book, was when my step-mother told me that my father had been diagnosed with cancer. So of course I went home. That was around the time that he sat me down and told me the truth about how I was conceived. I still loved him no matter what, and I wasn't angry with him. I was angry with my real mother and her decision to just cut herself out of my life without even having named me. That was a blow to my pride that I still haven't come back from. My father died when I was twenty. He'd been struggling for quite a while and I can honestly say that I was glad to see him pass and finally be out of pain. I spent about two months, during the summer months when school wasn't in session, with my step-mother and my half-sister before I decided that it was time to move back to Vegas. By then I also wanted to try and find my real mother and ask her exactly why she didn't want me and how she could do that to her newborn child. The only thing my father knew about my mother was that she was blonde and her name was Anya. She'd never told him anything else, and the only time she had shown up was when she was literally about to give birth to me. I haven't gotten anywhere with any of the leads I've found, so I've pretty much given up on trying to find her. If she wanted to be found, it wouldn't be so hard to find her in the first place. That and I don't even know if she's alive. I'm in my fifth year of my schooling, and I already have my Bachelor's Degree. I'm working on my Masters and then I will start to work on my Doctorate. After I finish school, my uncle's already told me that he will pass the family business on to me. Until then, though, I'm living in the city and don't get to visit the reserve very much. However, it's needless to say I'm rather excited to take over, though I'm hardly ready for it at this point. While I love the idea of running my Uncles reserve, my singing career's become a little more intense over the last few years and now I'm finding myself at a crossroads, trying to figure out what I really want to do with my life. Then, of course, there's that small identity crisis that comes with not knowing who your mother really is. Only time will tell what I will choose, but in the end, I hope that I pick the right thing for me. |
