Post by dusa on Jul 27, 2012 6:39:36 GMT -8
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Marzena Aine Dusan
Gender: Female
Age/DOB: 22 / 2 May, 1990
Occupation: Bartender/Mechanic
Race: Lycanthrope - Cougar
Appearance;
Sleek and feral, Dusek (as she normally goes by) exudes a sort of wild energy. Every movement is quick and precise and she never can seem to sit still. Her facial features are sharp, leaning towards exotic. Her skin has a faint dusky olive tone, and her hair is black as pitch. Her eyes are green, the color of pale jade, and the lashes around them are long. Is she chose, Dusek could look like quite a beauty. Howevver she keeps her dark hair cropped short, left just loner on the top to style in different ways depending on her mood. She wears little to no jewelry and no make up. Her normal outfits consist of relaxed fit mens carpenter jeans or cargo pants and a button up short thrown open over a tank top or other shirt. She loves winter, and accessorizes most then- scarves, hates, gloves, boots. But in the summer the heat makes her too lazy to do anything drastic She exchanges her pants for cargo shorts and her boots for walking sandals. Though she only stands at five foot six, slightly above a women’s average height, her slight frame of one hundred and fifteen pounds comes across as sickly thin. However, she is naturally very strong- and this is further enhanced by her lycanthrope, which also lends a subtle primal grace to her movements.
Long, puckered scars obviously left from claws rake down her front from collar bone to pelvis. Two stylized black bulls with locked horns are tattooed on the back of her neck with dermal studs for eyes, one jade-like, the other deep blue like a murky sapphire.
Personality;
Dusek is a strange dichotomy. She is at once fiercely social, enjoys being in the middle of a big group and entertaining, joking, and talking. She likes showing off a little flair bartending, making drinks for friends, and sleeping around. However, no one is ever invited to Dusek’s home. As aggressively private as she is social, Dusek does not appreciate people prying into her businesss. The less questions asked about her the better, and she simply does not allow people to enter her home. It’s her private sanctum and lair, nothing less. Her temper is volatile and nasty, and she often doesn’t realize the consequences of her actions. She is quick to act and react, but usually belated in thinking. She works more on instinct than anything else.
Honestly, there’s a lot Dusek is afraid of, but fear just makes her angry. Every negative emotion eventually gets turned into anger. She’s afraid of people finding out her secret and leaving her alone, she’s afraid of being hunter, she’s afraid of being romantically committed. One thing she isn’t afraid of is herself. She embraces what she is, even if it makes her nasty and miserable near the full moon. The nights are worth it. Though it still feels like she’s shattering every bone in her body when she forces a shift, the pain is worth it. It’s the only time the Dusek allows herself to lose control. On two legs, she does not relinquish control of her life to anyone. It’s one of the reasons she butts heads with authority.
In addition, Dusek is oddly picky. Not in terms of food, but just about everything else. She prefers low cielings but few walls in her homes. She likes womens bodies but wouldn’t dream of dating one and doesn’t get along with them as friends. She likes men all around, gets along with them better but doesn’t have much taste for anyone she deems too stupid. Though not exceptionally academic, Dusek is smart and well read- she just has no interest in schooling. She loves the outdoors and nights, especially winter nights with snow on the ground.
History;
Dusek’s parents are both from small town middle America. They went to church every Sunday (non denominational Christian), her father worked a 9 to 5 job in a corporation and her mother was a part time preschool teacher. Both had been hippies in their younger years, but cleaned up during college. Highschool sweethearts, they waited to marry until after college. They tried for years for a child. When they finally did, it was double the trouble- twins. Dusek was born Anne Marie Johnson. Her twin sister is Eliza Jane Johnson. They’re both named for their grandmothers, one on the mother’s side, one on the father’s. Almost from the very beginning they were different. Anne was a tomboy, Eliza lived in dressed. Anne fought in first grade, Eliza joined choir. The differences just grew as they got older. All the same, the twins were fiercly protective of each other, and Eliza helped her convince their parents to let her cut her hair short when she was in middle school.
It wasn’t until highschool that Anne started to realize that there was something wrong with her family. Most fathers didn’t sneak into one of their daughter’s rooms at night. And said daughter didn’t normally just happen to have bruises that only her twin saw. Anne tried to tell their mother, worried for Eliza. It dissolved into a screaming match that ended with her being kicked out. She was 14. Furious and worried for her sister, she tramped out into the woods behind their house, intent to stay the cold winter night out without begging to be let back in. She saw the light go on in her sister’s bedroom and, thinking she might let her in through the window, scaled one of the trees in the backyard. It was easy to do because of the full moon, shedding so much light on the snow covered ground. When she realized the light was on because her father was there, she flattened herself to the branch she was on and got out her phone. She only intended to record just enough for evidence and then call the police, but a dark shape blocking the moonlight above her cut short her plan.
They said it was a cougar who attacked her. That she was lucky to be alive. They said they were amazed at how quickly she recovered, leaving nothing but shiny, puckered scars raking from collar bone to hip all down her front. When she asked about her phone, no one had found it. Then the day before she left the hospital, a gaunt man in his mid forties slunk into her room when no one else was there. He had her phone in one hand, and with only a soft “Sorry.” He set it on the table next to her. When he turned to leave she stopped him, and asked why he had her phone. He sat, and told her everything.
She didn’t believe him at first, all this nonsense about were-cats. But he just smiled when she mocked him, and gave her his cell number. He said he’d be waiting on the next full moon. The next day she went home, and her first sight of her sister (who hadn’t been allowed to visit her in the hospital) recalled her mission from that night. Her back and legs were bruised badly enough that she struggled to sit or lie down comfortably. The next day Anne went to one of the counselors who’d been trying to get her to ‘open up about her problems with authority’ and she told him everything. It wasn’t two weeks before they were pulled out of the house. The next several months were a blur, and much of it she doesn’t even remember clearly because of all the changes that go on with a new were. After her first full moon she spent several days just talking with David, the man who had accidently turned her. He taught her what he could, and became her primary support through the process until finally the girls were returned to their mother, and their father given a prison sentence. Anne barely scraped through highschool, taking to partying, sleeping around- anything to stay out of the house. She has never forgiven her mother for ignoring her warning and calling her a liar.
She started staying at David’s sometimes when she was too drunk to make it home. He made it a safe place for her, giving her his spare bedroom. Though she knew that sometimes drunk (and sometimes not as drunk as she pretended to be) she had made lewd suggestions, but he always politely turned her down. He helped her get her first job, making coffee at a Starbucks. She barely graduated highschool, and as soon as she was legal she filed the application to change her name. David helped her pick it, but he was the one who gave her the nickname Dusek- or Dusa, if he felt she was acting like a child. Both are pet names of the last name she chose, and mean ‘soul’ or ‘spirit’. Dusek was more masculine, and David always jokingly said she was a man in a sort of girlish body. She never saw any real problem with that description. She began serving in bars and bartending pretty early on, but under his encouragement she pursued a certificate at a local vocational school to be a mechanic, certified to work on both cars and motorcycles. He wanted her to have a skill to fall back on. She stayed close to home though, trapped in her home town until her sister finally left for University. Satisfied that Eliza was going to be okay, she packed her bags and left without telling anyone but her twin and the man who had become her dearest friend. She’s been travelling around the country for about six months now, looking for somewhere to settle for a little while.
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