Phoebe Warren

Phoebe Lynn Warren
you're something beautiful; a contradiction,
i wanna play the game, i wan't the friction,
you will be the death of me.

--{ Find me here, And speak to me. I want to feel you, I need to hear you.}--

So what's your name?
My name is Phoebe Warren. You can call me Phoebe. Or better, the Warren. I like the ring. I was spliced in a lab: my numbers are 940363. But I chose the name Phoebe Warren after hearing one of the scientists say it.

Well my names Beck, so kid when were you born?
I'm eighteen years old. Problem?

Cool, so what are you, male or female?
Female, obviously. What, couldn't you tell?

So how would you describe yourself?
I'm slender and tall. I stand about 5'7, which for me is pretty tall. I don't have much curves but I have lean, strong legs and a tan complexion. My hair is a chestnut brown and comes down in waves. My eyes are a tawny gold. Keep this next bit confidential, okay? Something went wrong in the lab. I'm completely blind. I can't see a thing. I act like I can, though. So just don't bring it up if you notice it. I hold myself with a pride and I don't let anybody talk me down. My play-by is Darla Baker, a model.

Got any special markings? When I was made I was born with a feather shaped birthmark on my back.
Hmm... well, on my right hipbone I have an 'X'. I don't really know what it means. Maybe it's to mark that I was a screw-up in the lab?

So whatcha like? How are you personality wise?
I talk and walk like nothing's wrong, but inside I feel so useless and unwanted. I can't see a thing, so I try to walk it off like it's really just nothing. I seem to like nothing, and dislike everything. If I see something beautiful or amazing - and I'm looking for something beautiful all the time - I won't let on. If you try to bring me something pretty, I scoff it off like it was nothing. I'm filled with regrets all the time, and I'm one to make snap decisions without thinking them through. I'm usually very quiet, not one to start a conversation, but if you come to me expect a snappy comeback.

So what's your style, what do you like to wear?
Clothing style? Boring colours. Whites and browns and blacks. Usually I wear something I can move in.

--{You are the light, That's leading me, To the place, Where I find peace again.}--

So what kind of hybrid are you?
I am a white owl hybrid.

So what's your hybrid form look like?
I am a white owl. Some sort of arctic thing. Anyways, I have these huge, beautiful white wings that, in the summer, can gain shades of browns on them. Probably a survival blending thing. They seem to have a mind of their own, always rustling and shifting.

So what's your power, that is if you have one?
Sensing: Even though I'm blind, I can tell when there is another presence in the area, tap into their minds and feel what they feel. I can't hear their thoughts or anything like that, but I can feel them.

--{You are the strength, That keeps me walking. You are the hope, That keeps me trusting. .}--

Got a history?
Nothing, really. I was made in a lab and something went wrong. I can't see anything.


You in a pack?
Hila Ulimi, guard.


What made you want to be in a pack like that?
I'm sneaky, decisive, and mean. What else is there to say?


What position are ya in that pack of yours?
Guard.

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Username: iridescent
Experience Roleplaying: few years
Number of Characters: 3
Role Play Example: nah.

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This form of biography is credited to the site Painted Expressions and the idea of the form. The lyrics are from the song Everything by Lifehouse.