Post by Ainsley Fisher on Mar 9, 2014 20:13:45 GMT -4
AINSLEY RENEE FISHER 24 WEREBEAR YOLANDI VI$$ER Hillary | TIMEZONE: Eastern HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Proboard directory. CONTACT INFORMATION: PM, AIM NICKNAME(S): Ains, A, whatever you want to call her DATE OF BIRTH: 02/4/1989 DATE OF CHANGE: ------------ BIRTHPLACE: Detroit, Michigan HOMETOWN: Detroit, Michigan CURRENT RESIDENCE: DIET: Human Food SPECIES APPEARANCE: link SCARS/MARKS: She has quite a few scars from various nefarious activity. PERSONAL STYLE: Leggings as pants, crop-tops, kigus, raccoon eye-liner. At First glance she looks a bit like a street rat. That's fine, it's a life style. OCCUPATION: Pfft. AFFILIATION: if in a coven or pack or works alongside a certain group. if rogue then put n/a. LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: Life fast. Die young. Leave a pretty corpse. Words to live by, if you're Ainsley Fisher. She is the girl your parents warned you about. Loud, obnoxious, rowdy; as if you'd want to be friends with her anyway. Unless you're the type who likes to part all night and sleep all day, the girl just isn't for you. Most of the time, she spends her days drinking too much on someone else's dime, and having what she considers to be good fun. While she may seem out-going to some, Ains does keep people at a distance. Knowing that if she lost her temper with someone she cared about she might be the end of them and that's not something she live with. Instead she watches them and engages them in a supremely superficial way. Real friends just aren't something she has. Ainsley is true to her werebear nature, having little control over her anger and often violent. The slightest infringement can throw her into a rage. Her short stature shows nothing for her strength and tenacity. The young werebear will take on even the biggest opponents, much like a small dog. She's the kind to throw fists first and ask questions later. While some might look at Ainsley Fisher and think 'That girl probably has no morals.' They would be wrong. She does have a tough exterior and some of her interior might be hard to swallow, but she isn't a whore. Ainsley is a virgin, mainly due to her fear of intimacy. For all her flirting and while antics, she can honestly say she's never 'been' with a man. Not that she would, it's a good reputation to keep anyone she'd be remotely interested in away. She does have a soft spots for rats as well, they're just cute and misunderstood...much the way she sees herself. FATHER: Hans Fisher (Alive) MOTHER: Rebecca Fisher (Deceased) SIBLINGS: Devon Fisher (32, Alive) OTHER FAMILY: OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: HISTORY: By all means, the young Fisher girl has a normal childhood, nothing too remarkable on the outside; Two loving parents, a mean older brother. Yup nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you count that the Fisher clan weren't exactly...human. The whole lot of them were werebears, but mainly they kept to themselves and out of trouble. Never rousing suspicion from neighbors. Just a regular family you went camping at least once a month. Oh sure, they were certainly crazy taking off in the middle of a harsh Michigan winter to sleep outside, but to each his own. Until that horrible, brutal murder. It was passed off as gang violence, or some kind of satanic cult in the papers. The real story is so much more terrifying. Ainsley was just 15 years old and had been in school at the time. When she got off the bus, her brother was waiting to tell her the news. He didn't give her all the details, just that Rebecca and Hans had been fighting, their father had lost himself, and that their mother was no longer with them. And Ainsley ran. She ran until she was numb before finally coming back home. Afterwords, The Fisher family became strangers living in the same building. The 15 year old fell in with the wrong crowd. To avoid being in the house she spent most of her time on the streets, charming older men into buying her and friends booze and alcohol. She grew as a bad seed, dropping out of high school, stealing things to pawn for cash, getting in trouble with the law. One trip to the big house too many, and she decided a change in scenery might be nice. To the East Coast the girl went. |
