Post by Taz Moytoy on Nov 11, 2009 15:58:36 GMT -5
Caresse Tazanna Moytoy
[/center]The Basics
Full Name: Caresse Tazanna Moytoy
Nick Names: Taz
Age: Physical: 19, Actual: 67
Sex:Female
Species: Shapeshifter/ Vampire Hybrid
Full Name: Caresse Tazanna Moytoy
Nick Names: Taz
Age: Physical: 19, Actual: 67
Sex:Female
Species: Shapeshifter/ Vampire Hybrid
Physical Appearance
Height: 5’5”
Weight:120lbs
Hair: Brown
Body: Caresse, known to most as Taz, is quite short for her species, standing at only 5’5”, though her body is well in proportion to her height. She is elegant in her movements, almost predatory, but her delicate appearance hides a strong physique both thanks to her species (she gets her strength from her mother) and years of working out and gymnastics. She has deep crimson eyes that shimmer with a hint of glowing gold due to her habit of feeding on anything she feels like, be it animal, human or vampire.
Clothing: Taz has no particular style she prefers as she tends to wear whatever she feels like on any given day whether it be jeans and a tshirt, a fancy dress or, when the mood takes her, nothing.
Basic Personality: Having grown up without a mother, and a father who hated her for her very existence, Taz became cold and heartless. She hates vampires because of the way her father treated her and the natural habit of her shapeshifter side to despise them. She hates werewolves because of her being part vampire, most view her as an abomination for having caused the death of her mother, and she hates humans because they see her as a freak and to her, they are nothing more than food on legs.
She is playful, in a sinister way, enjoying tormenting and torturing anyone who catches her interest, though she will flirt and toy with those she is attracted to, occasionally keeping a man or woman around, even for a few years, before she eventually becomes bored and kills them. Very few people manage to break through the cold, sadistic and bloodthirsty exterior she shows to almost everyone, but to those that do, she is fiercely loyal and will destroy anyone who upsets or harms them. She is also extremely jealous and once she has let someone into what passes as a heart, she will stop at nothing to make sure that no one challenges her position in their affections. Anyone who does can consider their days numbered.
Identifying Features: A handful of tattoos here and there on her body, including on her back, ankle and forearm.
Likes:
-hunting
-pain (in general)
-presents
-being spoiled
-attention
Dislikes:
-vampires
-humans
-shapeshifters
-clothing
-not getting her own way
The little things
Strengths:
-her coldness, it helps her to be objective
-her sense of smell (as a hybrid, it is even more sensitive)
-her unique phasing – she can choose to what extent she phases (ie only partially or fully changing into a wolf)
-her flexibility, it makes her a talented fighter
-her lack of scruples when it comes to feeding, it makes it easy to find food
Weaknesses:
-her temper, it gets the better of her alot
-rashness, she tends to act without thinking
-her strength, though she is half vampire, she is only as strong as a wolf, which she tends to forget when hunting vampires
-lack of venom, no matter how much fun she thinks it would be, she cannot change humans
-need to be loved, though she is cold and heartless, underneath she has always secretly sought someone who will love her for who she is, though she doubts she will ever find them
Hobbies:
-hunting
-gymnastics
-torturing others, both mentally and physically
-wandering in the woods
-dancing
Occupation: none
Highest Education Level Achieved: home schooled to high school level
History[/center]
Taz Moytoy was born to parents Wawa Moytoy, a female shapeshifter and Johnathon Francis, a male vampire. However, to be frank, to say she was born to them would be misleading. In actual fact, to be more accurate she was born to Johnathon. This is because her mother, sadly, suffered the same fate as most mothers of hybrids.
Taz’s mother never saw the face of her daughter, dying in the process of giving birth to the child that many people later said should never have been born in the first place. One of these people was the little girl’s father. Johnathon had loved Wawa dearly and to see the child that had taken the life of his wife was too much for him. Though he raised little Caresse as his wife would have wished, he could never bring himself to love her, instead becoming more and more cold and distant toward his daughter.
By the time she was 7, Taz was full-grown, a beautiful young woman of 19 to all appearances. Having been shunned by every species - vampires seeing her as a filthy dog, shapeshifters seeing her as a disgusting leech and being forced to avoid the company of the humans she hunted for fear they figure out her secret – and unloved by the only family she had, Taz became just as cold as her father. By the time she was, chronologically, 23 Taz had reached breaking point. One day, her father reminded her for the last time of the price he had paid for the daughter he never truly wanted. In a fit of rage, the young woman phased for the first time. Her fury was too much for her to control and she attacked him, ripping him to shreds before he he a chance to recover from the shock enough to defend himself.
Once she had figured out how to phase back into her human form, she quickly threw the pieces into a pile in the middle of the living room of their expansive house and set fire to them, darting around the property to grab a few last mementos and stuff them into a bag before leaving it to burn to the ground. Over the next several years, she wandered the world, using her father’s money to see whatever and wherever she wanted. She soon discovered that she could control her phasing. Not only could she choose when she wanted to change but also to what extent, becoming fully lupine or retaining aspects of her human appearance according to what she wanted. This came in handy when hunting, particularly as she became more and more sadistic. It enabled her to taunt and torment her victims up until the very moment she killed them, draining their blood slowly, enjoying the screams of pain far more than any sane vampire should.
Using her beauty to draw in the hapless humans she fed on, she had little trouble finding food, though she regretted one important factor: she could neither turn a human nor kill a shapeshifter with a single bite as vampires could – she had no venom. This made her even more bitter and heartless, cutting herself off from everyone who so much as tried to earn their way into her heart. While she occasionally kept one around now and then as a lover or ally, be they human, vampire or shapeshifter, male or female, they inevitably suffered the same fate as her victims as soon as she became bored.
Taz’s mother never saw the face of her daughter, dying in the process of giving birth to the child that many people later said should never have been born in the first place. One of these people was the little girl’s father. Johnathon had loved Wawa dearly and to see the child that had taken the life of his wife was too much for him. Though he raised little Caresse as his wife would have wished, he could never bring himself to love her, instead becoming more and more cold and distant toward his daughter.
By the time she was 7, Taz was full-grown, a beautiful young woman of 19 to all appearances. Having been shunned by every species - vampires seeing her as a filthy dog, shapeshifters seeing her as a disgusting leech and being forced to avoid the company of the humans she hunted for fear they figure out her secret – and unloved by the only family she had, Taz became just as cold as her father. By the time she was, chronologically, 23 Taz had reached breaking point. One day, her father reminded her for the last time of the price he had paid for the daughter he never truly wanted. In a fit of rage, the young woman phased for the first time. Her fury was too much for her to control and she attacked him, ripping him to shreds before he he a chance to recover from the shock enough to defend himself.
Once she had figured out how to phase back into her human form, she quickly threw the pieces into a pile in the middle of the living room of their expansive house and set fire to them, darting around the property to grab a few last mementos and stuff them into a bag before leaving it to burn to the ground. Over the next several years, she wandered the world, using her father’s money to see whatever and wherever she wanted. She soon discovered that she could control her phasing. Not only could she choose when she wanted to change but also to what extent, becoming fully lupine or retaining aspects of her human appearance according to what she wanted. This came in handy when hunting, particularly as she became more and more sadistic. It enabled her to taunt and torment her victims up until the very moment she killed them, draining their blood slowly, enjoying the screams of pain far more than any sane vampire should.
Using her beauty to draw in the hapless humans she fed on, she had little trouble finding food, though she regretted one important factor: she could neither turn a human nor kill a shapeshifter with a single bite as vampires could – she had no venom. This made her even more bitter and heartless, cutting herself off from everyone who so much as tried to earn their way into her heart. While she occasionally kept one around now and then as a lover or ally, be they human, vampire or shapeshifter, male or female, they inevitably suffered the same fate as her victims as soon as she became bored.
Sample Roleplay
Tucking one foot under her, Taz surveyed the club with a critical eye. She was glad she had taken the time to learn to control her hunger for the blood she had learned to live on. She could easily survive on human food and found it prudent to do so when she was going to be around the bloodbags she preferred to hunt. It made it so much easier to pick just the right one, like selecting a fine wine from a cellar. That was when she saw him, the perfect candidate. Admittedly, he was a little on the skinny side for her tastes and less likely to have quite the stamina or reserves of blood that she would have liked, but this one came with a bonus.
Smirking, she rose fluidly to her feet and wove her way through the crowd, a confident smile on her face as she approached the man. Her eyes hadn’t been mistaken and her eyes darkened gleefully as the gold band shone in the club lights, the matching diamond on the hand of the woman dancing with him glittering in answer. This was going to be fun.
Reaching the couple, she slid between them without a moment’s hesitation, an arm snaking around the waist of the man in front of her as she leaned her head back to grin at the woman at her back. “Care to dance?” she asked the female, her eyes roving over the figure moving in time with the music. She wasn’t disappointed as she felt a hand on her back and her smile grew even more predatory as she pressed closer to the male, dancing with both as the beat coursed through her, moving her hips in time with the music in just the right movements to give the two a hint of what they could have if they took her up on the unspoken offer she gave them.
Yet again, she grinned as she heard the tempo of their heartbeats change in response, the familiar sound of the pulse of a human with more than dancing on their mind like a song to her ears. Slipping her hand from around the waist of the male, she took his hand, turning to grab that of the woman and leading them toward a back door and out into the alley at the rear of the club. Giggling girlishly, she led them into the shadows at the end farthest from the road, leaning toward the woman’s ear as they reached the wall and whispering to her to turn around. “It’s no fun if it’s not a surprise” she murmured, her tongue tracing the lobe of the woman’s ear.
Smiling in satisfaction at the small shudder as the woman turned her back as asked, she moved a little further away, pushing the male back against the wall, her hand snaking its way south as the other moved to the back of his head. The small groan that escaped his throat at the promised surprise was the last he made as she snapped his neck, sinking her teeth into the skin over the artery and beginning to drain him just as his heart ceased to beat. The woman was just as easy to deal with and she was soon dropping the bodies into a dumpster nearby and heading out of the alley, licking a trace of blood from her lips and smiling coldly. It had been a fun night, and it was only just beginning.
[/color]Smirking, she rose fluidly to her feet and wove her way through the crowd, a confident smile on her face as she approached the man. Her eyes hadn’t been mistaken and her eyes darkened gleefully as the gold band shone in the club lights, the matching diamond on the hand of the woman dancing with him glittering in answer. This was going to be fun.
Reaching the couple, she slid between them without a moment’s hesitation, an arm snaking around the waist of the man in front of her as she leaned her head back to grin at the woman at her back. “Care to dance?” she asked the female, her eyes roving over the figure moving in time with the music. She wasn’t disappointed as she felt a hand on her back and her smile grew even more predatory as she pressed closer to the male, dancing with both as the beat coursed through her, moving her hips in time with the music in just the right movements to give the two a hint of what they could have if they took her up on the unspoken offer she gave them.
Yet again, she grinned as she heard the tempo of their heartbeats change in response, the familiar sound of the pulse of a human with more than dancing on their mind like a song to her ears. Slipping her hand from around the waist of the male, she took his hand, turning to grab that of the woman and leading them toward a back door and out into the alley at the rear of the club. Giggling girlishly, she led them into the shadows at the end farthest from the road, leaning toward the woman’s ear as they reached the wall and whispering to her to turn around. “It’s no fun if it’s not a surprise” she murmured, her tongue tracing the lobe of the woman’s ear.
Smiling in satisfaction at the small shudder as the woman turned her back as asked, she moved a little further away, pushing the male back against the wall, her hand snaking its way south as the other moved to the back of his head. The small groan that escaped his throat at the promised surprise was the last he made as she snapped his neck, sinking her teeth into the skin over the artery and beginning to drain him just as his heart ceased to beat. The woman was just as easy to deal with and she was soon dropping the bodies into a dumpster nearby and heading out of the alley, licking a trace of blood from her lips and smiling coldly. It had been a fun night, and it was only just beginning.
