Adele Silve

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Name:Adele Silve


Age:87(appears late twenties)


Gender:Female


Physical appearance:Adele is still mostly recognizable by her fair/pale skin. What Adele calls hair, is just a big mess of white on her head, though she rarely takes time to comb it, it always finds a way to stick out somewhere. Her hair hangs down just below her ears falling just short of her shoulders and often covers half her face no matter what she tries to do to stop it occuring. Which are bound by wraps but not lacking in a little muscle, mostly honed by discipline but mostly due to her nature. Her eyes are a piercing emerald which rarely do not look determined, cold and somewhat feral. Adele has cherry lips that are flawed only for their constant cracks and uncared for state. Her slender frame fits with what little muscle is visible and being well endowed. She stands at 5'7" and weighs at 122 pounds not out of the norm she prefers to be inconspicuous. Her other forms however appear to be much the same but totally different all in one. Her normally silky but messy hair turns to a shaggy but neat outlook, apart from the floppy ear on her left side and the hair that bristles and turns messy on her upperback. Her paws display razor black claws, (intention to rhyme 0%). Recieving her fair share of wounds in her past, Adele only has only one scar to show for it. Only has her body been scarred once, on her lower jaw from a childhood fight with a schoolmate.


Clothing of choice:Rarely is Adele seen without her blue-ish black hoodie and soft black leather wraps that cover majority of her body. The wrappings cover all her paws/hands, calves tightly. Her chest is likewise adorned with the soft leather, right onto Adele's shoulders, upper and forearms. The only part of her that isn't encased in the wraps are her elbows, head, knees, ankles and toes. Her fingers also excempt from the encasing have recieved their fair amount of callouses in her lowkey, backstreets sort of work. Only ever when she was full human have her nails ever recieved nail polish, she finds the stuff nauseating and gives her headaches to her now keen sense of smell. Her hoodie hangs low, near her thighs and has a silver 'coloured' zipper. Her lower body displays grey slacks that crumple around her ankles and no thanks to no shoes, Adele constantly scuffs them leaving the ends of them in tatters.


Weaponry of choice:Adele's armory of weapons stems from her past and ranges from brass knuckles to anti-tank rifles, though she can't be seen all too often without her unusual signature dual-wielding of her custom replicated SMLE Mk III bolt action rifles with personally made .303 ammo with the addition of pure silver incorporated into the ammunition. The barrel length is 26inches no sights, an effective range of 500 yards and a 12 round clip. Though she doesn't often find the need for a firefight and takes measures to stay out of one, she could be seen walking around with these either strapped to her thighs, or along her back in an "X" like fashion. While the usual combo she wields, she doesn't always stick with just that, her training in times past has allowed her to remain a jack of all trades on many an occassion. Her machine guns...her pistols...they all find their use one way or another. (will come up with a list of weapons she has in her armory if any wants the exact amount)


Race:Lycanthrope


Abilities: Through constant discipline and due to her nature, Adele has iron-like skin, her skin is able to bare a scratch from a knife and still not give way, though blood may flow. She has aquired regeneration as with all of her nature (takes 5 posts major damage, 2 posts minor damage). She isn't as physically strong as with those at her level of experience but what she lacks in that she makes up for in medium supernatural speed, reflexes, agility and eyesight (strenth and whatnot lacking to mild supernatural abilities) The ability to transform from human to a humanoid wolf form and a feral wolf form and back again. While she only takes a great distaste to blessed items, she still shares a great weakness to both silver and blessed weaponry. Adele is a decent shot in her own right and easily able to wield many different guns without much difficulty.

Organization:Unaffiliated(won't fit just yet, manually getting into an organisation)

Personality:A woman of few words, Adele is very self-disciplined and independant person. She can always have the occassion laid back party, but she tries to avoid things that draw attention to herself. As with her past she's had too many run-ins with authority and doesn't feel the need for any more warnings before she could draw the attention of any major supernatural hunting organisations. While devoting all her time to improving herself and staying under radar, she's not found time, motivation or logical reason to continue or pursue ties such as friends and/or family, most of her known family having died of old age already. Mostly due to the deaths around her, Adele is under the constant belief that she is alone and as such is untrustful of anyone she hasn't had experience with before. Adele has gone without more often than not, having to leave, forget and drop things close to her altogether in order to survive, she won't think twice about betrayal or not playing by the rules. Though she devours meals every now and then, she runs history checks and the like on these people, so she won't have people hunting her down. She doesn't necessarily view it as wrong but she likes to try to ignore the urges.


Rank:Freelance(subject to change)

Biography:Adele was born an outcast and would forever remain one on a cloudy night of March 1919, unwanted by both parents and grandparents alike no thanks to her parent's age. She was left on the front porch of a kindly 'Christian family' close to where she was born (Nottingham). While she wasn't necessarily wanted, the family felt a sense of duty to care for her. They didn't resent her for actions that weren't hers but she wasn't exactly accepted either. For ten years, she learnt of a god she was skeptical about. She learnt of her parent's actions and learnt to forgive them...for now. Adele upheld the family's expectations and done her chores went to school and pretty much did as she was told without answering back. Six years later, this constant chain of events stopped. Her mother had come back for her, while she had outwardly forgiven her parents, she wasn't prepared for the arrogance of her mother. The woman that claimed Adele as her own was a dishevelled mess, she spoke of incidents and wrong-doings. She wanted her daughter back, the adopted family left the choice to Adele which earnt an immediate dissapproval with solid resolve. Her mother left all the more angered...

Only one intrusion in her life was all she needed for a rebellious attitude to surface. She rarely did as she was told and generally associated herself with the wrong people and hardly showed up back home. Three years was all it took for the family to announce her an adult and disowned. Adele took it in stride and didn't look back, she dealt with drugs, 'deliveries' and evently...hit jobs. For all the problems she had with authority she still had an all trusting attitude, which led to to people paying...too much attention to her habits. Adele started to grow weary of the way she lived a little too late, she would be walking back to the shack she mostly called home a few miles away from Nottingham each night. It was one of these rainy nights when the first attack came. A shady figure she'd seen long before he'd got up to her, kept trying to blend in with the tree line, suspicious on sight, Adele put her guard up. He'd come on thinking she was defenseless, a few jabs of a pocket knife told him otherwise as he lay bleeding on the side of the road. A little more paranoid than before, she was forced to kill twice more before she wanted out. The last one she killed turned out to be the most informing. It was a hitman and as she tortured him more she found out about a brother who seemed to think she was coming back to steal all his inheritance. The part she hadn't heard of...her father was of great wealth.

Following up from this she got help from a 'friend', she took out his head of security, iterrogating him even with her level of experience with this she eventually got him talking and handing off the passcodes for certain areas of the estate. She had threatened her brother in a way that put him on defense. He was paranoid, but he rightly expected her to come after him now. Pulling all strings from the last couple of years spent in the 'slums', Adele bought weapons, paid spies and hitmen. She would only show herself for the last strike. So she did on 1946, at age 27...Adele killed her brother. She stormed his mansion armed with a missile launcher, a pistol and her bolt action rifles. She figured that her adopted family had been destroyed by her brother's paranoia...she grieved little but it hurt inside. While she died in the process...she gained new life. As she crawled...dying from the mansion...having completed her goal...whatever goal that was...she coudn't remember anymore, she was watched. She was watched as she had been since she left her adopted family. Adele had't made it far before her vision began to fade. The last thing she saw was a shaded figure walking towards her and a few tearing sounds.

(sort of switching to first person for this part of the bio)The smell and sound was the first things she noticed, she hadn't opened her eyes but could almost depict the layout of the room no thanks to the cricket just outside the open window. She lay on a single bed in the top right hand corner of the room, a bedside table sat beside her and a cupboard on the farside at the end of her bed. The window was right next to the beside table and the cricket echoed everything straight through. The muffled sounds coming from the far end of the room was the final piece. She could smell dank and rotten smells, perhaps a swamp? or perhaps just water left dormant for a time... As she peeled her eyes open she was greeted with a sight indeed. She felt the strong urge to blink to see if it was just a dream. Adele had been greeted with individual dust specs floating across the room and the flaws and whatnot in the wooden boards on the ceiling. She jumped straight onto the defensive and jumped on the bed and backed into the corner. The creaking sounds had alerted her captor or savant. The door inched inward and it took all Adele had to stop from jumping across the room and pounding the next person to come through the door. The tensing of her muscles had alerted her to her wounds being bound, she looked down just as her savant swept into the room with a hot cup of tea in his hand and a biscuit in the other. A sniff told Adele otherwise...it was a bloody chunk of meat in a cup of hot water. She narrowed her eyes and averted them when she became self-conscious. "It's quite alright...it might be a bit much for you to take in..." the warm and rich tone drew her gaze back to him. He...the boy...well...not so much younger than herself, probably in his teens? Adele cocked her head...for some reason she was lacking her vocabulary at the moment.

(back to normal bio descriptions) The teenager turned out to be her father, she struggled to come to terms with it, but one year after she had been told all of the news that changed her life, Adele realised she didn't care...her father...the one that lacked the decency to drop her off at an orphanage, was a lycan...so she was now. Adele realized she really coudn't give a crap less about his excuses or her nature. She was an outcast already...it really didn't change much. She left him at the first chance she got, which turned out to be on one of his usual travels out of the house and into the wild to hunt. Though he hunted her days after she was long gone. Years passed without showing on her face, creases never came. Her fitness never dulled. Though she chose her contacts cautiously now, she still kept contact with humans, she cut off with most of her usuals, as they would immediately notice the difference in demeanour. For no real reason, she became entranced by firearms, it was something to pass time and keep her mind from straying. While she still upheld virtues taught to her by her adopted, now deceased family, these didn't stop her from feeding whenever she needed to. Her mind never had the time to fret about how her life would change now...(cheesy bio...will fix if needed)


RP sample: (sort of ending the bio with the sample)Taking cautious steps toward the sound, Adele sniffed at the air. A human? who could it be at this hour? Jack was not due to see her for another six hours... She patted the pistol holstered at the back of her jeans just to reassure herself it was there. She didn't want to resort to changing form and screwing up another set of contacts. The creaking of floorboards and whisper was heard again. This time hearing the words "she" and "in", she didn't know enough to attack just yet. Hiding herself in the shadows next to her cupboard, Adele waited. The man with blonde hair was the first thing she saw, she didn't know him at all, neither the teenager behind him. They both held weapons, and those specific notes were the final things she needed to piece together to allow her to attack. The blonde was the first to see her and the fist going straight into his face. The blow sent him spinning into the air and slamming through the railings on the deck. His eyes rolling into the back of his head sung that he was knocked out. The teenager swung the machete high and for his trouble recievd two sharp slaps to his hand that sent the blade flying. She kicked his leg out and as he fell, she caught him by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

"I'm only asking you once...who sent you?" she hissed into his ear. His eyes widened as his position sunk into his thick head, his eyes darted to the man and back to Adele. They done so again before she realized he was answering her question. "So I guess I don't need you anymore?" Adele grinned as she loosened her grip. She didn't intend to kill him, she was just scaring him. "No please, I know as much as hi-" "Then start talking..." Adele lowered her voice again. The man started to groan as he regained consciousness, "Hurry..." "Ok, ok, your father is still after you". "I'd love to hear something I don't know, like who are you?" "Oh come on plea-" he was cut off mid sentence as Adele squeezed his throat. "Start running, you know shit..." The boy's eyes widened as the opening displayed itself, he was gone before Adele had even started to turn to the man. "Well...surely you must know more than him...?" Adel knew that he had heard her, he had regained enough consciousness by the sounds and the way his breathing had returned to normal. Despite her knowledge he decided to feign the process of regaining consciousness again...

Adele crossed the distance in a matter of seconds and had her pistol out pressed against his head while her other arm was wrapped around his kneck to prevent movement. No matter how much he struggled, her iron grip never swayed. He realised the futility way too late. "Tell me something he didn't..." Adele growled as she readjusted her grip. "something he didn't? well...let's see-" The arrogance even in his position was cut short as Adele pressed the trigger enough for one of the gears to click over once. He screamed at the thought of a bullet tearing through his skill in that second. His muscled didn't stop tensing even as the ralization he wasn't dead sunk in. "Talk..." "He's in the SUV up the road", the blonde whimpered. This time the gun did go off in a spray of blood, Adele didn't want to waste time worrying about this nut when her father was so close. The boy too...her eyes darted to where she'd last seen the boy and she cocked her head as she listened for anymore sounds. The boy was blundering through the forest toward the car and the car itself just turned over. She had to end this...

Adele streaked from the front porch of her house in pursuit of the boy. It was another loose end that she didn't want to patch up but now her father had left her no choice. I a matter of seconds she was next to the teenager and shoving him up to a nearby tree. "Is there another man with you?" Adele whispered harshly. A whimper and a nod and the disgusting smell of him soiling himself was all she needed. She would deal with him later, she broke from the trees moments later just as the car started to speed off down the hill. She took a few pot shots but she knew she'd have to see him again to end it. Sliding the pistol back into the back of her jeans, Adele took off after the SUV. The transformation rippled the length of her body as white fur sprouted with a few spasms and her face lengthened itself into a the grinning mouth of a wolf. She ran ahead of the car and the screech of the breaks did nothing to slow the momentum of the car as it slammed into her fist. The car creased and stopped dead, the occupant was already out and dashing at Adele. She didn't need telling twice...she was faster than him, and the bullets she had in the gun were personally made to get rid of him and others like him. She would leave the man she called 'father' dying next to an SUV that had already started to leak. A few shots took hm down i to a crumpled heap. Not before she saw his face, she always had looked like him...his personality completely negated hers though, she couldn't bear with the thought of letting him live any longer. He gasped for air and reached towards Adele but she was already walking away. The sound of an explosion and shrapnel going everywhere recieved no ackowledgment from Adele. (sorry...got bored towards the end).

(just because this came up, an example of how she fights with the dual rifles).
Adele squinted as her target walked out the front of the house, she rested her hands on the rifles that stuck in the rock. She herself was seated on a rock. Through the dense rain her target hadn't seen her, the lake probably would have been a better choice she thought to herself as she looked into the depth not a few metres away from her. She shook the rifles and they came free. She came into a crouch with her right foot leading and the left rifle hanging over her arm and the other hanging slack. A crack and off her shot went, burying itself into the target's knee. He fell not a moment later, but only to one knee. Still cautious, Adele creeped closer, sliding the bolt back and into place again. The other, carefully aimed at the crouched figure though moving constantly wit the reload. She said nothing as she stopped a metre away from him. He wasn't done yet, she prepared, she needed no warning as her rifle followed the motion as he flipped into the air, albeit with a slack knee. It woudn't take much now...she took another shot, this one missing and she followed through with another shot from the other, her arm fully extended. The pistol he drew got taken of his hand with the second shot and he fell toward her. Her foot come up and collided wth his chin, she didn't check for his unconsciousness when she let the right rifle fall from her grasp and caught it again on the bolt, the motion of reloading jerked the rifle around but did it's job. She pulled it back into her hand in a matter of seconds and finished the body on the ground with a .303 bullet placed in his head.

open for criticism

Why is she so old?

So she's tan, but still pale. How does that work, exactly? There's several contradictions in appearance overall, actually.

What's the deal with these wraps? Is it some difference in vernacular or is she wearing, like, strips of gauze all over her for no apparent reason? That zipper is just silver colored, right? Right?

Recoil wouldn't be a problem with these guns, but you're actually trying to use two bolt-action guns at once. That's going to be a bitch. I would like those other weapons.

Mentioning this with abilities since you'll need to rewrite those, too; Youngling is as high as you can go. They'd be the racial equivalent to a D vampire. Forgot to mention that in weapons, you do realize you're a werewolf using silver bullets, right? You're going to kill yourself.

Personality seems off, but I can't place what it is, so that's fine.

Why does no one want her? I can see that her adoptive family would act different to her if they're those kind of people, but seriously, why did she just get dumped like that? And why does her mother suddenly want her back later? Hopefully I get answers down below.

Why is she being a bitch to her family? What did they do? They even gave her the choice to stay or go and she got what she wanted. Then she's apparently a smuggler or something and a hit man. She's, like, 18? 20? Just jumped right into that life, huh? And apparently she has a brother who thinks she's going to go and steal his vast wealth that she'd have never even known about if he hadn't have been an idiot and sent someone to kill her. Also, worst assassin ever. The whole wealth situation makes me wonder why their mother looked like a homeless person earlier.

Wait, wait, wait. She HACKED his account? In the 1930/40's? That's not even possible. This whole paragraph just baffles me at how bass ackwards this world must be. The lack of detail and poor timeline makes it worse. I also have no idea why she would go through all this trouble AFTER she got all of his money. Her personality doesn't indicate her as a particularly vindictive person, so why is she storming his mansion with a goddamn army of bums, spies, and mercenaries (because those just ABOUND in slums)? At least I assume they were with her; what you wrote says she single handedly killed her brother and the likely hundred or so armed guards he'd have stationed in and around the place after she'd gone through all the trouble of making him a paranoid wreck. Then she dies and a werewolf eats her.


I can't finish this. I just can't. The character itself wasn't great, but this biography... You can do a lot better than this: I've seen it in Major, I've seen it in Serin, holy shit, I even saw it in Tamashi. I want to give this a chance to get better, but when I actually have to stop reading from headaches at all the absurdity, I don't know where else this can go. Just...try again.

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Disapprovals: 1

did say critiscism not votes but ok lets go with that

age...well..hmm...I think it has something to do with her being a lycan

tan, fair yeah I know, small mistake. those several would be?

well if you had've read about the wrappings, I actually make it quite clear it's soft leather as in some sort of barabrian type crap so when she transforms she doesn't have to replace all her clothing all the time. as for the colour of the zipper...yes todd...it is only a colour, will make it more clear... ... ...

the dual wielding thing...they've been modified but yeah she kind of got supernatural strength, I'll give an example in the rp sample if it helps you understand a bit more

the abilities, yeah, I just read the rules again, including that of registration, ALL New comers may start out with no higher than a Category D vampire or its racial equivalent. last I checked I wasn't a newcomer... silver...well...she's not going to shoot herself exactly.

jumped into the life? being a bitch? yeah she's got issues, note that the problems only sprung up when her mother turned up for some random reason, mother wants her back...wait...wait...thats never happened before?

as for summing up the rest of the stuff...did put a note there pretty much saying it was a crap bio will fix if needed, didn't need a whole paragraph outline various sizes and smells of crap thanks none the less. comparing it to my other OC's and CC's? I'd rather you didn't as we're talking about this character, and better than Tamashi? well...you and I both know that that sheet was a load of shit, so please don't

over waiting and what not, please disapprove this

Alright well if you really want, we can disapprove this. Personally, I thought there were some good points. Now I don't approve of you being a full lycanthrope but youngling is perfectly fine in my book. Lemme know if you still want this disapproved.

yeah...still want it disapproved