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Amber Sterling

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a character in “The Howling | Mates”, originally authored by Ever, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Amber Sterling
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Image|Gender|
Female

|Birthdate|
August 16

|Sexual Preference|
Heterosexual, Bi-curious

|Species|
Werewolf

|Pack|
Dark Mountains

|Ranking|
Lead Hunter

|Bloodline|
Mixed

|Occupation|
Model for magazines, companies, and commercials.





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|Eye Color|
The color of frost || Metallic gray

Image|Hair Color|
A color reminiscent of mocha with undertones of auburns, golds, and chocolates.

|Wolf Appearance|
Still possessing a slight build, Amber's wolf isn't really anything too out of the unusual. With fur the color of midnight, very few imperfections break the shadowed color scheme...but there are some. On her paws, tail tip, ear tips, and a patch on her chest, white blatantly pops against the background, practically screaming for attention of the eyes. However, apart from this unique coloration, there is only one other defining trait that sets Amber from the pack; her eyes. With one eye being a dark blue and the other remaining a metallic gray, her wolf is both blessed and cursed with Heterochromia iridum.

|Body Type|
Curvaceous with a sensual feminine pull, there isn't a single shred of fat or flab to be found.

Image|Skin Tone|
This particular skin tone rivals any perceived notions about werewolves being tanned.. in fact, Amber is far from that. Tying into the key element of being a model, Amber's hue is of a luminescent porcelain, not a single rash pigmentation (save for the occasional opaque hint of rose gracing her cheeks) marring the smooth surface. Constantly flawless and blemish free, her skin is often a topic of envy among other females, each one colouring with jealousy at it's perfection...but, in all honesty, Amber hates it. The paleness seems to further alienate her from the other pack members and humans, the glow of it further enforcing the idea of her origin being of something far more ethereal than the humble werewolf. As such, she has taken to spray tanning and bronzer to achieve that "sun-kissed" tan that seems to be all the craze as of late.

Image|Height & Weight|
Amber, in all actuality, isn't of very intimidating stature. Barely reaching 5 feet and 5 inches, this girl, unfortunately, is far smaller and petite than the others of her gender and age. As such, she is often branded as "Doll" or "fun-sized" by strangers....and part of her can't help but agree with such statements. It also doesn't help that the harsh truth of being tiny is only amplified when taking in her weight; a mere 102 pounds. Yet, despite the odds piled against her, there is some retaining grace that both genders can readily agree on; Amber's appearance is both seductive and innocent. With such proportions, this werewolf's elfin physique is naturally fixed to hold a perfect hourglass form, each curve bended softly and ideal to society's image. Blessed with a high metabolism, there exists little room to worry about gaining weight or not fitting into that 'style of clothing', her stomach being nipped further in to flaunt her hips, both her arms and legs perfectly trimmed and toned....not to mention her well-endowed bust and delicately shaped hands and feet. Indeed, this particular wolf's body was one made to kill and seduce.

|Birthmarks/scars|
Amber keeps scars to the bare minium possible..after all, what model is riddled with imperfections? Despite the care she exercises in terms of her skin's wellbeing, there do exist a few minor scratches that slipped past her attention. Namely on the back of her calves and arms, these small white lines originated through her time running through in the forest in pursuit of prey, some malicious twigs breaking through her protective coat. However, and thankfully, these blemishes are quickly concealed by foundation, her occupation staying secure with such hiding. In terms of birthmarks, Amber has one; a distinct spade of her right hip.



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|Personality|
Amber is definitely the type of kindred spirit who keeps her hauntings under lock-and-key and the past where it should be kept; a book. Not wanting to focus on herself or past, this girl instead tends to redirect the attention onto her friends and duties..almost a tad bit too excessively mind you. And as such, she is typically described as a caring and selfless person who charitably jumps to other's rescue, and will, without hesitation, exert herself to be of their protection. Keeping this in mind, Amber does tend to go overboard which results in, more often than not, putting herself in danger's way to protect those she cares about.. she'll even go to the length of shielding someone from a sword or others if it comes to it. This has caused her to be known as being extraordinary reckless on occasions, and, often in turn, results in having others be worried out of their minds for her well being. However; despite the constant trouble she's in, Amber truly means everything she does, an earnest soul. When performing a task, no matter what it is, this girl will always put forth the greatest display of effort possible, always believing that hard work will pay off (and more often times than not it has for her) in the end.

As a young woman, Amber typically doesn't allow things to bother her much as they normally should and will, more likely than not, shrug whatever it is off. The idea or event would have to be really infuriating to her for her to snap and figuratively assault the person...and when that occurs,you can be assured that this grudge-holder won't talk to you for months at time. Blunt to a fault, this model can also have a bit of a temper should someone ever get on her bad side...and isn't afraid to say so if this occurs. Despite this urge,however, if she is extremely close to the person who has upset her, she will bite her tongue and let them get away with it. It is to some people's confusion though that this girl will be, at one moment, calm and composed then in another, fierce and without bounds..so, as such, she takes great care to work on lengthening her patience (which seems to be infinite unless under certain circumstances) to guard others against her biting words. Tying into her patience is quite another strong key point in Amber; a perfectionist with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes her interest. Never before has anyone ever laid eyes upon a human being so fixated on perfecting whatever they want, nor any human being having a big as a will as she has. Once Ms. Sterling has decided on something; her mind will never be changed. No. Matter. What. Even if she is forced to do something, she'll never bend her morals or principles to suit the other person, and will often be found retaliating in every manner possible.

Generally speaking, Amber has a rather likable and optimistic nature when she is feeling lively and often likes to tease people...namely her friends. Whether it's about their crush on someone or about a certain aspect of their appearance they like or dislike, she loves to playfully take a jab at them and accept said retaliations with jovial heartiness. Of course she does it with care as to not upset them.. however; there are times where she can't help herself. Though that's not to say she is without grace, without manners. Amber does retain some social etiquette when it comes to her elders or the persons she views as being "higher-up" and will often act more reserved when this occurs.

Image|Likes|
â™Ĩ Being independent.
â™Ĩ Sweet foods and pastries.
â™Ĩ Expensive tea.
â™Ĩ The Black Mountain pack.
â™Ĩ Being a model.
â™Ĩ Gambling and making bets.
â™Ĩ Cloudy or snowy days.
â™Ĩ Asian cuisine.

Image|Dislikes|
✘ Competition.
✘ Bitter or spicy foods.
✘ Cheap tea.
✘ Swimming or any activity associated with water.
✘ Italian food.
✘ Having to travel from her pack for work.
✘ Losing.

|Strengths|
âœĒ Amazingly fast, Amber can outrun most of the other wolves in her pack. Hence is one of the reasons why she was promoted to the Lead Hunter.. prey can't outrun her. Simple as that.
âœĒ Despite being a mixed blood, Amber's sense of smell if pretty close to being on par with a pureblood. Yet another reason for her position.
âœĒ A natural contortionist, Amber's body is amazingly flexible.
âœĒ Though it isn't anywhere near an Alpha's, Amber does have a sense of leadership and an aura that makes people want to follow her command.

Image|Weaknesses|
❖ As a she-wolf, her strength isn't on par with males.
❖ Being a mixed blood. It isn't so much that it physically hinders her but it is more of a social annoyance.
❖ Solitary for most of the time.
❖ Amazingly stubborn, even for a werewolf.

|Fears|
⌘ Failing her two jobs and thus failing those who depend on her, both as a hunter and model.
⌘ Her mate. The whole idea is a terrifying experience she doesn't heartily welcome.
⌘ Water or anything having to do with being surrounded by it.



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So begins...

Amber Sterling's Story

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Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison
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Shiloh Grey
Its a crisp May morning. There is still some snow patches around, covering the newly growing grass. Because of the thunder storm last night frost covers the trees and everything is icy and wet. The mountain air is refreshing to the senses and today is the mating day.

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Shiloh groaned loudly as her alarm clock start cheering loudly in her sensitive ears....AGAIN! A harsh, grumpy growl escaped her throat as she slammed her hand down on the small electric device, silencing it forever as it was smashed to pieces.
"Shit!" Shiloh hissed, her silver eyes snapping open to see what she had done. It was the fourth alarm clock this month....She wasn't a morning person. Sighing loudly she plopped her face in her soft, forest green pillow, the unique scent of raspberries and honey wafted into her nose as she blindly ran her hand over to her phone. It was strange that every werewolf came with such a scent, but Shiloh loved her scent for she found it to explain her personalty as well. Grabbing her sleek iphone Shiloh pressed the button to light up the screen and squinted her eyes at the bright light, a silent scream of horror washing over her as she saw the time and date.
"God damnit!" she swore loudly as she flung herself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Extremely happy she had showered and packed the night before Shiloh made fast work of brushing out her wayward long blonde curls so they became wavy and slightly more tamed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some eye liner and mascara within the time span of 2 minutes and rushed out of the bathroom and back into her room, through on a white transformer's t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and her worn out black leather jacket. She glanced at her phone again, it read 10:15am.
"Shit I'm late!" she shouted, grabbed her bag with everything she needed then shot down the stairs. She grabbed an apple and muffin then was out the door, rapidly scurrying toward the large greyhound bus, her werewolf speed coming in handy as she rushed through the small town.
"WAIT FOR ME!!" Shiloh shouted as the driver was about to close the doors but stopped once she saw Shiloh. The Night White elder, Susan Fields, rolled her eyes at the little omega girl as the elder watch the girl scurry towards the bus.
"I am so sorry Mrs.Fields I...." Shiloh began as she got on the bus, the doors closing behind her, but the elder cut her off by waving her hand in dismissal. Shiloh bowed her head then went to take a seat.
"Morning everyone" she greeted brightly. The bus was cowered with all the unmated members of the White Night pack, it seemed she was the last to arrive...again. Shiloh sat down by Emerson, giving her a big smile. She and Emme were close, she was actually one of Shiloh's first friends.
"So you excited to meet your mate?" Shiloh teased as she put her bag under her feet, the sound of the bus starting up and driving away entered her ears and Shiloh slightly bounced in her seat in excitement, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face. She took a big bite of her apple and split the muffin handing the other half to Emme.
"Its your favorite" Shiloh murmured with a mouth full of apple.

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Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor
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Scotty groaned and rolled over as her alarm blared loudly, further tangling herself in her bed sheets. She continued to ignore the object, hoping that by some miracle it would cease its shrill ringing. The loud noise persisted, so Scotty finally rolled back over and punched down on the clock's snooze button. Smiling at the quiet that once again surrounded her, Scotty snuggled her comforter once more. She had just closed her eyes when a second annoying noise forced her eyes open. She at once recognize the persistent chirping as her pet bird Apollo's wake up call. Scotty rolled her eyes before yelling over at the bird, "Alright, alright, I'm awake you stupid bird."

The chirping finally halted as Scotty sat up in her bed, placed her feet on the chilled wooden floor, and stretched her arms out. She yawned loudly and stumbled into her small bathroom. Her home above the garage was nothing too glorious, but Scotty had made taken it upon herself to fix it up after the death of her father. She had not been able to bring herself to live in the pack house after his death. The house was nice -much nicer than her place above the shop- but the garage had been her father's place and it was all she had left of him other than his necklace and switchblade. She had given the small apartment a cozy, homely feeling. As Scotty looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she wondered what her dad might say if he could see her now, about to go and find her mate. Would he be proud? Maybe he would be fearful of losing his baby girl.

Scotty was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked at the clock and realized that she had been looking in the mirror for a full fifteen minutes. She took a quick, scalding hot shower and got changed as quickly as possible. She dried her hair, settling for it being in loose curls as she looked at the clock once more and realized she was about to be late. Scotty threw as much as she could into her small weekend bag, not having time to sort through everything and pick out what she did and did not need.

The last thing that she did was jog into her kitchen and fill a bowl with birdseed. She then proceed to open the door of Apollo's cage. The one-legged bird tweeted happily as he flapped his wings and hopped to Scotty's shoulder. Scotty moved to the large window that faced out westward. As she opened it, Apollo hopped down from her shoulder and onto Scotty's hand. He looked from the bowl of birdseed to Scotty's face and cocked his head to the side. The creature seemed to have a sense that Scotty was leaving for a bit and he was confused. Scotty patted his head and whispered, "I'll be home before you know it, bud." With that, Scotty set down the bowl of seed and nodded for Apollo to fly off. He flapped his white wings and fluttered near the window sill, looking up at Scotty for a moment. She smiled at the bird, wishing that he could understand her. At last, Apollo chirped at his owner and fluttered off. Scotty looked on after the bird for a moment and then finally shut the window and turned back to her room.

Scotty took one last glance at the clock and then hustled back into action. She grabbed her bag, keys, and phone before heading out the door and down the steps into the repair shops. Only Scotty's motorcycle and car were in the garage. Most people in the town were aware of the fact that Scotty would be going with the other unmated pack member, so they had not brought their cars in. Scotty double checked that both the garage door and the shop door were locked before she finally headed in the direction of the bus. As Scotty stepped onto the large bus, she greeted the bus driver with a lively, "How are ya, Mr. Swann?" The pack elder smiled at the girl. "Very well. Thank you for asking Ms. Walker." Scotty gave him a large grin and looked around at the rest of the pack members that had already boarded the bus. Scotty passed the pack Delta, Ryder Taylor, on her way to sit down and greeted him with a kind smile. "G'mornin'," she said happily to the Delta before taking a seat.

Scotty was not unexcited to go find her soulmate. The idea made her happy and feel warm on the inside; however, Scotty being as insecure as she was, was afraid that she might not find a mate. She feared that there was a chance that she would not find a wolf that thought she was the one. Perhaps she was paranoid, but she couldn't help herself from feeling like she would never be good enough for anyone. What if, Scotty thought, someone pretended to love her and then decided that he didn't want her anymore? Scotty shook the thought from her mind and put a happy smile back on her face as other unmated members of the pack walked toward the bus.

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Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison
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Alistair Ulven
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      • Alistair let out a small moan as his Golden retriever licked the left side of his face, slowly he rolled over into his back and cast his glance over to his window. There was still a few patches of snow and already Alistair could smell the crisp air although it was nearly covered by the smell of cinnamon and apple, his own scent.
With a lot of willpower Alistair finally managed to push himself away from his soft mattress and warm quilts. Still in his morning slumber mode he managed a slow shuffle towards his bathroom. After he let the warm water slip over his olive skin Alistair quickly changed into his black jeans and plain white tee.
It was nearly time for him to board the bus which would take him to his future mate, excitement and anxiety hit Alistair like a ten-meter wave.

What if his mate didn't fall for him? What happens then? Does he simply have to be alone, forever? Alistair pushed the questions out of his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this. He still had half an hour till he had to be on the bus. Quickly Alistair walked over to his favorite cafe, he quickly ordered a hot chocolate, he nodded his thanks and made his way over to the bus.

Not many of his pack was there, Alistair smiled and whispered his 'good morning' before he slipped his headphones on and flipped out his iPod before he put his favorite artist on and hoped on the bus. Alistair quickly took a seat in the middle and smiled as each of his pack members sat down. Without another word he looked around at the empty seats, snuggled up on the chair and started playing Temple Run as he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive.