Arya Jenkins

[Arya Jenkins]

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Age: 16
Years Rping: 3
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Name: Arya Jenkins
Nickname: Well, you could call her Ahh… or maybe Yah... maybe…
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Pet(s): Nil
Grade [If applicable]: Sophmore, I think. Correct me if I’m wrong, I’m none too flash on the American system, and this was the best me and Penny could come up with.

Appearance: Arya’s specific features aren’t anything very special on their own, only when they are seen together as a whole picture do they really mean much in her opinion.

Before Arya turned into a werewolf, she was much smaller then the rest of her family, and many of her friends. Even as a werewolf, she doesn’t match the boys heights, though she is now she is taller then her other friends, even if she doesn’t see them very often anymore. She still has a small frame in comparison to her height. As werewolf, it isn’t much different. In Werewolf form she is a small, dark grey, long haired wolf, the smallest werewolf in the pack and definitely not quite as ‘buff-looking’ as the others, but she makes up for it in other areas, such as speed. Arya’s skin isn’t as dark as some of the other Quileutes, but a mix of Quileute skin tone and a paler tone. It is smooth and rather looks like it’s just lightly tanned, though this is her natural skin color.

Her hair is dark brown, but it often looks much darker, almost black. It hangs to her mid-back, sometimes in waves. When she became a werewolf, she was the first female werewolf and so many things were uncertain. One of the lesser uncertainties was what she should do with her hair. All the males had gotten theirs cropped short, but though it wasn’t unheard of, it might raise suspicions if she went to such levels as styling her hair the same as them. They decided that it was up to Arya. She decided to keep her hair as it is. Because of this, she has longer fur then the others as a werewolf, and it often looks a bit shaggy. She always keeps a brush or a comb everywhere; in her car, in her handbag, in her pocket, and all around the house for when she gets back from running she often looks quite ruffled, and she does have some dignity.

Arya’s eyes aren’t anything out of the ordinary. They are a simple, chocolate brown color, the same color her wolf’s eyes are. They hold little significance to her, and though she can give quite the cold stare, it has little to do with her eyes. Her facial features aren’t anything out of the ordinary really. She has a normal nose, not as long as a toucan beak and not as stubby as a pig snout. It is rounded and doesn’t turn up at all. Her eyebrows, her chin, and her cheeks, all fairly normal.

Clothes, for Arya, were another thing that became a bit of a ‘Female Werewolf Uncertainty’, except much more dramatic then her hair length. She, unlike the males, could hardly walk about without a shirt on, and so had to carry more items of clothing then the others, not even to mention how high her temperature was most of the time. Then there was the fact she always had to take more time to get out of her clothes to phase, quite a inconvenience when it comes down to it. She sometimes resorts to wearing swimwear and shorts around, but it still takes her longer to change, and she was constantly washing her swimwear, for she did not have as many sets of swimmers as she did of normal clothing.
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Personality: In comparison to the other werewolves, Arya is very calm. Of course, she is quite stubborn, and she has a fiery temper when she chooses to let it loose, but before the change she was calmer then almost everyone else she knew, calmer then the boys had been before their change. Her family had always been a peacefully calm family, which probably had a lot to do with her advanced control over her emotions. She thinks of her ability to keep herself calm as a bit of a payback for having to be the female werewolf in a group of ‘teenaged, hormonal, testosterone-driven werewolves’, let alone being the smallest in the pack.

Though Arya is the calmest of the werewolves, it is not in her nature to be quiet or shy. She wouldn’t draw in much attention to the pack for this fact though; most people are used to her eccentrics. She has become more quiet since becoming a werewolf though. She isn’t unhappy about being a werewolf, but it does take it’s toll on her every once and a while, what with being the first female. It’s hard for her because there are no secrets, and sometimes there are just things that need to be kept to ones self, and especially not exploited to members of the opposite gender in many cases. In the same way, she is subject to the minds of ‘teenaged, hormonal, testosterone-driven werewolves’, which often makes her quite agitated. Nonetheless, she is a generally happy person when these points aren’t on her mind and grasps the concept of lycanthropy with plain acceptance and tries to make what she can of it.

She generally enjoys being a werewolf; even though she has a few more of the lesser points then the others, she has a few finer points too. She is rather fast, has a good reign on her emotion and therefore phasing and with this, she can help calm the others down a little in certain circumstances. She, like the others, enjoys the speed most of all. The first time she ran, it was like nothing she had never experienced before, it was as if something was unleashed in her. Arya hadn’t an inkling of knowledge that she’d like things that go fast -she’d never had a chance to find out- but after that first run, it was quite obvious that she enjoyed it quite a lot. She hates the mind communication more then the others for overstated reasons.

When Arya is in a bad mood she becomes more stubborn, dry and perhaps even dark humored, and can sometimes get to the point where her attitude is insufferable. She doesn’t get into these moods very often, only when something big upsets her, and in such circumstances, the anger has to be very intense to break through her emotional control.

She has a little amount of hobbies, her family couldn’t afford for all her siblings to do heaps in the early days. She enjoys swimming a fair bit though, because once she learnt to swim, it didn’t cost her family any money. She also enjoys listening to music, and she’s always dreamed of learning a musical instrument like her sister. As far as school goes, which isn’t very far with her anymore, she is relatively smart, good enough to get by alright, though she has troubles with most forms of mathematics.

Likes:
- Running fast
- Swimming
- Being a werewolf (most of the time)
- Joking around
- Being tickled, though she covers it up like just about everyone does
- Bonfire nights
- Card games, to an extent
- Food, thanks to her werewolf genes
- Camping
Dislikes:
- Mind communication
- Having to look after so many items of clothing when in werewolf form
- Having her secrets laid out of display for the other werewolves to use at their expense
- The scent of vampires
- Mathematics
- Being held in by four walls, ever since she became a werewolf, she can’t stand being inside too long
Flaws:
- Being a werewolf, but only in a few peoples minds
- In the sense of being a werewolf; her being smaller then the other werewolves and being the female
- She can be stubborn at times, but even so she can be reasonable.
- She can be a little hypocritical when she’s angry
Fears:
- Phasing around someone she cares about
Hopes for the Future:
- that her little sister or big brother wont turn into werewolves also

What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;

Family:
Mother – Alyce Royland
Father – Isaac Jenkins
Brother – ____ Jenkins - 21
Sister – _____ Jenkins - 6
History:
Arya’s family had never had money to flaunt. Her father was poor and though her mother had a fairly good family, she carried no money into the marriage. All the same, they were happy enough together to marry with love as the only cost. This, however, caused for a tight childhood for the Jenkins kids. Her brother, who was five when Arya was born, had been rather calm and accepting of this fact for as long as she could remember. His calmness ran off her and she found out that she didn’t need money to have a good life. Her siblings were all aloud to have one ‘thing’. One after school activity, because the family couldn’t afford much more. Arya had chosen swimming, because she was already quite fond of the activity. Her younger sister chose the flute and started learning when she turned six. Arya would have chosen a musical instrument, but she knew her parents couldn’t afford two of them. So, she was content with swimming, an activity that was as common as walking at La Push.

Although her father was in charge of the family, he had little inclination to be strict to his children, and so tried to give them their space, only stepping in when things got out of hand. Arya didn’t really have much to do with her mother; her brother seemed to love their mother more the Arya did. A short time after Arya turned sixteen, Alyce left for a year to work at a big office in Seattle. This was when Arya became a Werewolf.

It was strange that Arya, a female, should become a werewolf when her brother was older and a male. Arya guessed that it was because she felt so angry the day her mother left. She ‘hadn’t left the family or anything, just the house for a bit’. Arya had felt it irresponsible of her mother to leave her father with three children to look after. She had run off into the forest and her anger built up until she phased for the first time. It was terrifying; all the sudden she had voices in her head, voices who had, apparently, not noticed her existence yet. She wasn’t thinking for about 30 seconds when she finally freaked out. She ran as fast as she could on four legs, which was faster then she had ever run before, yelling things in her mind. She didn’t know where she was going, but the subject of not knowing what she was seemed more important at the time. It had taken a solid hour for the other werewolves to calm her down and find her, before telling her what had happened and returning her to her house.

She was amazed that the old legends were true, that there were ‘spirit wolves’, and that she was one herself. It amazed the other werewolves too, as she was female, and that was a first for them. It had taken a lot of getting used to, and in most cases, the wolves are still getting used to it. She’s also getting used to balancing being a werewolf and her school work/general life. She has fairly good control for a ‘green’ werewolf.
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RP Example:Kate watched as the first Death Eater attacked all the others except Lyric, with nothing she could do. She couldn't intercept this time. Instead, while he was casting a spell at Lisette, Kate accio-ed Lan's wand over with the quietest of whispers. Holding the wand triumphantly, she looked to see Lucius turn to face her, she quickly shoved it to her side so he couldn't see and held her wand up.

The spell he muttered Kate had never heard before, so it was impossible for her to know the counter curse. She tried to put up a shield, but it was too late, she had already been struck by the curse. Kate screamed in pain as her shoulder ripped open and started to gush out blood. Kate suddenly felt sickened, from both the lack of blood and the sight of blood. Shaking her head, she knew she had to heal herself, so when the figure turned, she started to experiment and tried to see if she could heal it herself. Looking to her side, she saw Lyric who she hadn't noticed until then, Lyric splattered with her blood. Thinking how terrible that must be for Lyric, she gave an apologetic look to her before trying to heal it again. Then she felt Lyric tying her cloak around her arm, hoping, but doubting, that it would help. She needed Lisette to come and heal her, Kate wasn't any good at that sort of thing, she would put one of her potions on her arm, if she had any with her. Which she didn't.

Kate's eyes were wet with pain now, but she stayed strong, placing her hand over the wound as if in attempt to slow the bleeding. She thanked the heavens that the wound wasn't any bigger. She looked at Lyric, and said "I'll be fine," as encouragingly as she could. She needed to get the to Hospital Wing, but so did Matt and Lisette. Lexy and Lan should be okay once they got their spells counter-cursed.

Then, in came another Death Eater, Kate groaned. Lan had turned from Kate, and couldn't hear. He talked to Lyric, it seemed, first. She straightened her back a little at this. She needed to get his attention. Realizing that she still had his wand, Kate aimed and slid in across the floor with her un-maimed arm, hoping the hit his foot and grab his attention. Kate's Chaser aim would come in handy for this, but she didn't have time to see whether she hit target or not because the new Death Eater started to talk.

Kate frowned at his words to her, but before she could react, the cabinet had come off her legs. It was only then that she realized there was a sharp pain in her legs too, but it had been undermined by her shoulder. Before she even had a chance to stretch her legs, she was in the air. And then, after that, thrust backwards by magic. Holding her wand, she braced herself for impact with something. When she hit the cabinet, a number of things happened. Firstly, her back hit it with such force that her head flew backwards, then hitting the cabinet as well. St the same time, her leg seemed to explode with pain and with a huge crack, she felt her leg bending inappropriately. She let out a scream of pain, much more loud and shrill then before. Her body was shaking with pain as she slid down to a slumped, half standing position with one leg not touching the ground. She didn't hear her attackers taunting words, but she did see him use a spell.

Throwing all her might left, she shouted "Protego!" and cast a shield around herself. It blocked off most of the glass, but there were still many that hit on target, being her torso. She shirt was ripped and spoltted with blood from the wounds of glass and her shoulder wound. Meaning she wouldn't be able to wear that shirt again. Weakly, but with plain contempt "Look what you've done, this was my favorite top!"

She was on the brink of fainting, she had lost so much blood, she looked paler the snow and she was shaking. Then her pant leg burst into flame. She looked up at the Death Eater in horror. Poor Lyric, and Lisette, and the others, being forced to watch this. She pointed her wand downwards and whispered "A-Aguamen-Aguament-agh" Before falling to the ground and letting everything fade to black.

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