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I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sunβs way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snowβs is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
βββ NAME β Joanie Lee
βββ NICKNAME/S β Joanie Lee
βββ AGE β seventeen
βββ GENDER β (cis)female
βββ SEXUAL ORIENTATION β bisexual / biromantic
βββ SPECIES β werewolf
βββ HEIGHT β 5'6"
βββ WEIGHT β 115 lbs
βββ BODY TYPE β meso-ectomorph
βββ HAIR β long, straight-wavy, dark brown
βββ EYES β honey brown
βββ ROLE β the Alpha
βββ FACE CLAIM β Jennie Kim
βββ HEX CODE β #dce0f3
βββ NICKNAME/S β Joanie Lee
βββ AGE β seventeen
βββ GENDER β (cis)female
βββ SEXUAL ORIENTATION β bisexual / biromantic
βββ SPECIES β werewolf
βββ HEIGHT β 5'6"
βββ WEIGHT β 115 lbs
βββ BODY TYPE β meso-ectomorph
βββ HAIR β long, straight-wavy, dark brown
βββ EYES β honey brown
βββ ROLE β the Alpha
βββ FACE CLAIM β Jennie Kim
βββ HEX CODE β #dce0f3
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LIKES Shane Black movies β’ concerts β’ paper lanterns β’ chocolate buttons β’ rollercoasters β’ Vincent Van Gogh art β’ compliments β’ street busking β’ winged eyeliner β’ the smell of blown out candles β’ overcast weather β’ night rain β’ BTS and Day6 β’ singing β’ street art β’ movie marathons β’ fruit sorbet β’ minimalistic tattoos β’ autumn β’ loose braids β’ debates β’ freestyle rapping β’ unnaturally coloured hair β’ shopping sprees β’ night drives β’ lonely walks β’ stargazing β’ cotton candy
DISLIKES movie musicals β’ catcalling β’ dirty under nails β’ mayonnaise β’ internet trolls β’ long queues β’ early mornings β’ liars β’ "people you may know" on Facebook β’ small-mindedness β’ deadlines β’ smoking β’ reality tv β’ chipped nail polish β’ uncomfortable silences β’ breakouts β’ cockroaches β’ heavy metal β’ salty foods β’ mullets β’ fedoras .β’ "fakes" β’ exams β’ ignorance β’ being trapped behind slow walkers β’ tomatoes β’ being embarrassed β’
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β PERSONALITY
xxxxJoanie is a girl with fire in her heart. A wild and ferocious flame that refuses to be tempered. Her body is home to a stunningly beautiful blaze, but alas, it burns better than it warms. She is someone used to attention; attention from her classmates, her father's colleagues, strangers. And one could easily claim that this attention has gone to her head, for she is indeed prideful. Her dignity is always of utmost importance, and she daren't ever make a fool of herself.
xxxxQuick-witted and hot-tempered, Joanie's bite is just as bad as her bark (pun completely and utterly intended). She likes to get even, sure, but she likes winning more, and when wronged, her behaviour can sometimes fall into the category of vindictive. That said, whilst her sense of justice isn't exactly of Superman levels, she is indeed a compassionate person, and her empathy is often masked but, regardless, omnipresent.
xxxxHer humour doesn't really match what one would expect given the typical stereotypes surrounding a high school 'popular girl'. It is very dry and sarcastic, more reminiscent of so-called 'British humour' than the 'American' stuff. She likes to have the last word, and her competitive spirit and determination are equally indomitable.
xxxxHer reluctance to be vulnerable combined with her fearsome pride sometimes leads people to mistake her as supercilious. However, whilst her ego could indeed do with some management, it is her insecurities, not her egotism that drive her to behave in such a way. It is the idea of being impuissant that terrifies her, so instead she builds her walls, and guards them with a razor tongue and a flighty persona.
xxxxHer temper, however is, as mentioned before, quick to scald. When truly angered, she drops all traces of the Beacon High princess and reveals the alpha. Her eyes, before so pretty and warm, turn to steel. Even in human form, she is fearsome to behold. Claws or no, she can quite easily tear someone apart.
xxxxJoanie is a girl with fire in her heart. A wild and ferocious flame that refuses to be tempered. Her body is home to a stunningly beautiful blaze, but alas, it burns better than it warms. She is someone used to attention; attention from her classmates, her father's colleagues, strangers. And one could easily claim that this attention has gone to her head, for she is indeed prideful. Her dignity is always of utmost importance, and she daren't ever make a fool of herself.
xxxxQuick-witted and hot-tempered, Joanie's bite is just as bad as her bark (pun completely and utterly intended). She likes to get even, sure, but she likes winning more, and when wronged, her behaviour can sometimes fall into the category of vindictive. That said, whilst her sense of justice isn't exactly of Superman levels, she is indeed a compassionate person, and her empathy is often masked but, regardless, omnipresent.
xxxxHer humour doesn't really match what one would expect given the typical stereotypes surrounding a high school 'popular girl'. It is very dry and sarcastic, more reminiscent of so-called 'British humour' than the 'American' stuff. She likes to have the last word, and her competitive spirit and determination are equally indomitable.
xxxxHer reluctance to be vulnerable combined with her fearsome pride sometimes leads people to mistake her as supercilious. However, whilst her ego could indeed do with some management, it is her insecurities, not her egotism that drive her to behave in such a way. It is the idea of being impuissant that terrifies her, so instead she builds her walls, and guards them with a razor tongue and a flighty persona.
xxxxHer temper, however is, as mentioned before, quick to scald. When truly angered, she drops all traces of the Beacon High princess and reveals the alpha. Her eyes, before so pretty and warm, turn to steel. Even in human form, she is fearsome to behold. Claws or no, she can quite easily tear someone apart.
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β BIOGRAPHY
Joanie was adopted into her uncle's family on her mother's side when she was just a newborn baby. She inherited the role of Alpha from birth, when the role was passed on from her mother.
Joanie's biological father, James Park was a man living on borrowed time.
Recently diagnosed with an untreatable cancer, he prepared himself for death as he waited and hated. Hated the world and fate and the shortness his life had been cursed with. He was an ambitious man, who had steadily rose through his business. He had followed orders, bowed his head, and stood his ground in the face of shame and humiliation. He had made ties through his grovelling and following, all in the name of one day being the man in charge. The boss. And then the diagnosis happened,
and he discovered that all his years spent rising were all for nothing, and that his wings were to be clipped before he even had the chance to soar.
He went to his favourite place- a wood near which his childhood home had once resided (now replaced by an apartment block), and screamed into the trees at the injustice of it all. The moon was high in the sky, the air cool and misted, and in response to his screams, he heard a low howl.
She offered him freedom from his condition. She was stunning to behold, her light radiated hypnotic and glorious. When she smiled, even the moon seemed dim.
Ella Lee was already infatuated, and he the same. But unlike the Alpha, James Park was lured in not by the stranger in the woods, but by the promise of escape from his death sentence. Under the night sky, he became a werewolf, and under that same sky, Joanie was consummated.
Like many relationships, the start was passionate. The pack was now bonded by something stronger, by love instead of influence, and they were feared and revered by many.
But it could not, and would not, be a happily ever after. For James was still plagued, this time by a lust for power which kept him from sleeping. His desperation to be [i[better[/i] followed him, and as he learned more about werewolf lore, he became more and more aware of exactly how far he would have to go if he wanted to be the most powerful he could be.
And after his decision was made, he carried out what he deemed necessary deeds.
One by one, he slaughtered his pack members. One by one, his brothers and sisters fell, his hands stained with their blood his his body writhing with their stolen power. Another dead. Another dead. Each death gave James more power, and twisted his heart and mind further beyond redemption. By the time Ella realised exactly who was responsible for the murders of her pack members, it was too late. There were only three members of the pack left: James, her sister, Laura, and Ella, herself. Ella, heavily pregnant, and well aware now of James' evil intentions, begged her mate to stop his madness. Of course, by this point, he was too far gone, and as he advanced on Ella, she prepared herself for a battle to the death, fighting not just for herself, but for her beloved child, only a week away from its due date.
If not for her pregnant state, Ella likely would have won the battle, but instead the scales were tipped slightly in James' favour. Both were bloodied and mauled as they tore and slashed at one another, neither willing to lose. But then James' lunged at Ella's stomach, and, in order to protect her unborn child, Ella twisted herself in a way that gave James' the opening he had been waiting for. Claw cut through flesh and into heart, and finally, Ella fell. Just as he was celebrating his victory, James felt a presence behind him;
two hands wrapped around his head, and in a savage twist, Laura become the last member of the pack. James' beheaded body was the only one not burned and scattered to the wind. Instead, it was only a shallow grave, in the forest where his bones still reside, unmourned and unvisited.
The baby should not have survived, but by some miracle, it did. Born via cesarian of a near-dead Ella, she died before getting the chance to name the baby girl. Thus, Laura chose to name the girl Joanie after their late mother, and she adopted the child and raised Joanie as her own. Now director of the local hospital, Laura has abandoned her life as a werewolf, and encourages her daughter to do the same, out of fear that Joanie might meet the same fate as Ella. But kids will be kids, and werewolves... well, to be perfectly frank, they're not easily tamed.
Joanie was adopted into her uncle's family on her mother's side when she was just a newborn baby. She inherited the role of Alpha from birth, when the role was passed on from her mother.
Joanie's biological father, James Park was a man living on borrowed time.
Recently diagnosed with an untreatable cancer, he prepared himself for death as he waited and hated. Hated the world and fate and the shortness his life had been cursed with. He was an ambitious man, who had steadily rose through his business. He had followed orders, bowed his head, and stood his ground in the face of shame and humiliation. He had made ties through his grovelling and following, all in the name of one day being the man in charge. The boss. And then the diagnosis happened,
and he discovered that all his years spent rising were all for nothing, and that his wings were to be clipped before he even had the chance to soar.
He went to his favourite place- a wood near which his childhood home had once resided (now replaced by an apartment block), and screamed into the trees at the injustice of it all. The moon was high in the sky, the air cool and misted, and in response to his screams, he heard a low howl.
She offered him freedom from his condition. She was stunning to behold, her light radiated hypnotic and glorious. When she smiled, even the moon seemed dim.
Ella Lee was already infatuated, and he the same. But unlike the Alpha, James Park was lured in not by the stranger in the woods, but by the promise of escape from his death sentence. Under the night sky, he became a werewolf, and under that same sky, Joanie was consummated.
Like many relationships, the start was passionate. The pack was now bonded by something stronger, by love instead of influence, and they were feared and revered by many.
But it could not, and would not, be a happily ever after. For James was still plagued, this time by a lust for power which kept him from sleeping. His desperation to be [i[better[/i] followed him, and as he learned more about werewolf lore, he became more and more aware of exactly how far he would have to go if he wanted to be the most powerful he could be.
And after his decision was made, he carried out what he deemed necessary deeds.
One by one, he slaughtered his pack members. One by one, his brothers and sisters fell, his hands stained with their blood his his body writhing with their stolen power. Another dead. Another dead. Each death gave James more power, and twisted his heart and mind further beyond redemption. By the time Ella realised exactly who was responsible for the murders of her pack members, it was too late. There were only three members of the pack left: James, her sister, Laura, and Ella, herself. Ella, heavily pregnant, and well aware now of James' evil intentions, begged her mate to stop his madness. Of course, by this point, he was too far gone, and as he advanced on Ella, she prepared herself for a battle to the death, fighting not just for herself, but for her beloved child, only a week away from its due date.
If not for her pregnant state, Ella likely would have won the battle, but instead the scales were tipped slightly in James' favour. Both were bloodied and mauled as they tore and slashed at one another, neither willing to lose. But then James' lunged at Ella's stomach, and, in order to protect her unborn child, Ella twisted herself in a way that gave James' the opening he had been waiting for. Claw cut through flesh and into heart, and finally, Ella fell. Just as he was celebrating his victory, James felt a presence behind him;
two hands wrapped around his head, and in a savage twist, Laura become the last member of the pack. James' beheaded body was the only one not burned and scattered to the wind. Instead, it was only a shallow grave, in the forest where his bones still reside, unmourned and unvisited.
The baby should not have survived, but by some miracle, it did. Born via cesarian of a near-dead Ella, she died before getting the chance to name the baby girl. Thus, Laura chose to name the girl Joanie after their late mother, and she adopted the child and raised Joanie as her own. Now director of the local hospital, Laura has abandoned her life as a werewolf, and encourages her daughter to do the same, out of fear that Joanie might meet the same fate as Ella. But kids will be kids, and werewolves... well, to be perfectly frank, they're not easily tamed.
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