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Amila Rodes

"Carpe Deim, words to live by."

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a character in “We Are Wild”, as played by Sathandra

Description

Amila Rodes
"Ami" "Milly" "LaLa"

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Name
Amila Lucinda Rodes
Nickname(s)
Milly, Ami, LaLa(But she hates this one)
Age
22
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual
Position
Female 4
Pack
Chemical Mountain Pack


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Face Claim
Hayley Williams
Appearance
Amila stands at 5'1" and weighs around 115 lbs. She keeps her hair in various shades of red and orange which seem brighter in contrast with her pale skin.
Clothing
Amila sometimes takes the tomboy look to the extreem. Every now and then she might dress up but those times are often few and far between.
Jewelry and Accessories
Amila isn't one for jewelry as it seems to just get in the way but she does wear a necklace that shows the phases of the moon.
Inventory

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Likes
    -Warm days/nights
    -Hunting
    -Photography
    -Street Art
    -Freerunning
Dislikes
    -Werewolf Hunters
    -Discrimination
    -Pomegranates
    -Text Speak
    -Well done meats
Personality
Even before she was turned, Amila had always been 'One of the guys' which didn't bother her much when she was little but as she got older and her interest in boys development it began to bug her a bit. She tried changing and becoming more feminine but that didn't end will. She decided to just be who she was after that and people will either like her or they won't.

Amila is a pretty energetic person and never seems to slow down completely because she's always doing something.

She wont put up with anyone putting her or her pack down and is usually the one to throw the first punch if things escalate that far.
Goals
GOALS HERE. OPTIONAL.
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History
Amila was the daughter of a single mom who was never around due to work or her need to chase after men which never produced any long lasting or meaningful relationship. Because of this Amila was practically raised by her aunt, her mothers younger sister.

It's actually all thanks to her aunt that she made it to Cereus in the first place. When Amila was 16 she went out with some friends to a bonfire. There was loud music, drinking, kids hooking up, just like any other teenager party with no supervision and like a lot of the other kids she was pretty intoxicated which is why when the hysterical screams of the other party goers reached her ears she just shrugged it off. It wasn't until people started running that she grasped that something was really wrong but in her drunken state she just couldn't focus. Next thing she knew she was on the ground and in a whole lot of pain.
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When she was conscious next she was back at home with her aunt sitting by her bed. It was then that she found out what had happened, a lone werewolf had attacked the party many of the ones that were attacked died but a few, such as herself. Mobs had already began to form about getting rid of the survivors and turing in the bounty on them. Her aunt already had a bag packed for her and the moment Amila was able they left as quietly as they could smuggling her outside of city limits. Her aunt couldn't take her all the way though, someone in the town might notice her absence, so she left Amila there with her bag, directions, and a bank card with Amila's name on it. She explained that the directions were to Cereus and the bank card was hers alone that she had set up for Amila a while ago. There was enough money to get her there and find a place to stay and that her aunt would deposit money whenever she could.

That was the last time she saw her aunt but every now and then she'll get a letter telling her about all the things going on in her life. Sometimes there's even a little bit about her mother but Amila isn't lonely, she has her pack now. Though she still gets the urge to go back home and see her aunt.



My Favorite Song

So begins...

Amila Rodes's Story

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Character Portrait: Robyn Mueller Character Portrait: Silas Banks Character Portrait: Sampson Jacobs Character Portrait: Seraphina Oxford Character Portrait: Cielo Oxford Character Portrait: September Kohl
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The sun rose over Cereus like water pouring into he basin of the valley, glimmering off the unfurled leaves of early summer and lighting the sides of the greenhouses, catching the pines on the hills and defining the city in the windows catching the milky midmorning light and the shadows each building cast deep into the alleys and across the streets, already buzzing with early morning traffic sign. One bank's sign blinked out a cheery
"Good Morning! It's Saturday June Eighth! Have a Wonderful day!"
This was a small reminder that tonight there would be the normal New Moon meeting at the Nightbloomer. All wolves were encouraged to attend, with a pack or without, and it was perhaps one of the only times that the small packs were required to drop rivalries, and humans were just as welcome, making the atmosphere of the town a little more friendly.
The day started out with a soft, comfortable temperature of just over fifty-two degrees Fahrenheit, but with a promise of upward of seventy-five in the afternoon. The evening, though, would be cool and comfortable, perhaps accompanied by light rainshowers. The packs felt the almost restlessness to the air as the travelling pack slid into town sleepless and bleary-eyed, the Chemical Mountain girls and Oxfords just waking up to face a new day, the Lalunas woke already planning for the party at the Nightbloomer Lounge tonight. The loners too felt the bristling of something new, and the humans could have sworn they felt something, but perhaps instinct was ignored more within them, as it seemed immediately written off. One thing was found in agreement, though, this day would bring something big, something open, and definitely something new.

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Stretching her arms high above her head and bouncing on her heels Amila looked at the path that laid out before. She was on the roof of one of the taller buildings in the industrial area that her pack had control of. From there she could see where the industrial are blended into downtown, which is where she was headed. Tonight was another New Moon and Amila wanted to wear something. . .nice, well nicer than her normal attire, to the shindig that was always held at the Nightbloomer Club on New Moons and that meant shopping. Not that she was ever big on the whole fashion and shopping thing, that was really more of Spirits thing.

Looking once more towards downtown Amila envisioned the path she was going to take. Which roofs she would leap to, which rails to bounce off of, what walls to turn run up. Aside from being in wolf form and running under the light of the full moon, freerunning was the most exhilarating thing Amila had ever experienced. Shaking herself loose she inhaled deeply, held it, exhaled then leaped off the building to the roof of another. Thanks to her being a werewolf she could leap farther, jump higher, and do amazing flips, twist, and turns that no normal human could.

After all the leaps and bounds it had only taken Amila several minutes to reach downtown and it's busy streets. Taking a moment to catch her breath she reclined on a bench outside a barber's shop.

"So when are you ever going to grow out of that silly hair color and let me dye it back all natural like?" smiling Amila looked up at the man who spoke to her. He was fairly old and looked more like a lumberjack that a barber. "Oh about two weeks from never. The old man flashed her a lopsided grin and shook his head. "I'll never understand you young things and your strange sense of fashion." Amila waved her hand in a mock dismissive way "Haven't we already been over this? I plan on keeping my hair this color until I start to go gray THEN I'm going to turn into one of those old ladies who dyes their hair that strangely awesome silvery purple color." This caused the old man to chuckle as he reached out to ruffle her hair before going back inside.

This type of exchange was common for Amila, the old man and her had nearly the same conversation every time she came downtown it was almost like a habit for her to even stop in front of the store. Humming to herself Amila hopped up and headed down the sidewalk to one of the clothing stores to look for an outfit for the big night.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Mueller Character Portrait: Sampson Jacobs Character Portrait: Amila Rodes
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Rem woke up in the early morning, long before the moon had even decided to set. As usual, she was unable to fall back asleep. She never used to be a morning person, but, ever since she was turned, her mind would not let her sleep long. It irked her, but it was useless to fight it.

Instead, Robyn strolled outside, starting her habitual patrol of the Chemical Mountain pack's territory. It was not that she expected there to be any danger, the walk was just something to do until the sun came up. She glanced up at the moon, which had almost completely disappeared. She decided she would enjoy the rest of her sleepless night, and shifted into her wolf form.

She broke into a full out run across the flat, arid land surrounding their home, jumping old wooden fences and skirting prairie dog holes as she ran. Soon, she was panting heavily, but tiredness had yet to reach her. Running in wolf form was, as always, exhilarating. Finally, she completed her circuit of the territory. She quietly returned to her small room as dusk began, warmth and light beginning to stream through the windows. She dressed for the day and went back outside, walking through the industrial area the Chemical Mountain pack called home.

She watched as a figure leaped from rooftop to rooftop, heading for the city. Rem smiled at her packmate, Amelia. She did some amazing things, but Robby prefered keeping her feet firmly on the ground. As Robyn came closer to the downtown area, the traffic quickly increased. On a day like today, people, and especially werewolves, were always out full force. Robby could almost feel the excitment building in the air, but it almost seemed different today. She sat on a bench, not far from a man who was sleeping on a similar bench across from her, and settled in to people watch.

She did not have much to do, but this was always an interesting pastime, especially in a place like Cereus.

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The sunlight felt amazing on her fur as she rested in the woods on all fours. She laid quietly on the grass, her round puppy eyes were closed as she inhaled the fresh air. This was the only time that she was able to find refuge in nature itself. Happily, Spirit rolled around on the soft greenery, sighing and indulging in the sweet melody of birds chirping and playful winds rustling emerald leaves on the tall trees. She was at peace, but she was fully aware that she couldn't stay there forever. She still had to find an outfit for tonight's big event: the New Moon meeting. She was fairly excited, but she was tempted to skip it for a night of running through the woods. After years of fighting for freedom, Spirit never missed a chance to exercise that privilege. She reveled in the glorious comfort of not having to look over her shoulder every other minute and sleeping with one eye open. This town was safe...Sam would have loved this place, she mused.

Deeming that it was time to be productive, Spirit lifted herself onto her paws and calmly moved through the shrubbery until she reached a clearing. Her messenger bag was right where she left it; containing her spare clothes, makeup, and hair products. She shifted back into her human form; stark naked. However, she quickly gathered her belongings and dressed herself before applying light makeup and combing the kinks out of her hair. Once she deemed herself presentable, Spirit walked out of the woods with her messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She pulled her long dark locks into a high ponytail, but allowed her fringe to hang over her forehead sloppily. Even after a run, Spirit still managed to pull off the casual laid-back look with class and poise.

She made her merry way into town, bobbing her head to the music playing on her cell phone. She strutted downtown with her head held high and the heels of her boots clicking against the pavement. It was always busy around these parts, but that is what she loved about it. She found a decent clothing store and entered the establishment, ready to pick a dress and go about her day. However, she stopped her browsing when a flash of red caught her attention. Raising a brow, the petite alpha turned her head, spotting her fellow pack member, Amila. Obviously, the red head didn't see her, so she smirked and ducked down behind a rack of jeans. There was a mischievous glint in her dark orbs as she stealthily advanced on her friend. Spirit held back a giggle, staring at Amila's back as she view the various choices. Then, without preamble, Spirit leaped from her spot and wrapped her arms around the red head's waist and squeezed her, hard. She nuzzled her neck and giggled in her ear.

"Lala!" Spirit laughed, snuggling the other woman from behind and smirking at the fact that Amila hated the nickname. She released her, folding her arms across her chest. "Scared you, didn't I?"