Stephanie Annel

[Stephanie Annel]

N A M E '

Stephanie Rebel Annel

A G E '

22

G E N D E R '

Female

S H I F T I N G '

Stephanie, nicknamed Steph, shifts into a King Cobra. No one else in her family shifts, and in fact is quite glad they don’t.

P E R S O N A '

Steph is a lot like her shifting phase. Wry, but not afraid to attack when needed. Then again, when she’s in a good mood, she’s fairly friendly. In fact, she could be a good leader. But, sadly, if you annoy her, she won’t be too happy. She’s not afraid to fight, while being an animal or a human. Then again, to her, whats the difference?

S K I N . D E E P '

Human
Steph stands about five foot seven while in human form, and weighs about one hundred thirty pounds. She has long, black hair, that’s typically a bit curled. She typically wears whatever, not really caring for style. Her hazel eyes typically have a kinder look to them. Steph typically stands tall, not slumping.

Shifter
As a cobra, Steph is about 13 feet long. Her eyes are constantly open. She weighs about twelve pounds, Her skin is black, being marked with a little yellow across every three inches of black. Her belly is a light yellow color. The head has an “Expanding hood”.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

(Another site)
Zane felt a sweat building on his neck. He had been working out for the past few hours, as it had been a school day, so after he got out he had gone down to the courts. It hadn’t been much of a workout, he supposed. It hadn’t been very long, and the guys he had been against had been mostly freshman. Not much to look at, and definitely not much to play against. They were obviously trying as hard as they could, but their little bodies just couldn’t take the strain. Zane knew what that felt like, but he didn’t give them slack for that. He just gave them a little bit of an let off because he felt bad for them.

So, Zane couldn’t let off any of his anger, and if he had blown any steam at all, it had been at small stuff, like his test coming back as a low C, not the bigger stuff. He had just gotten a text from his big sister telling him she had become pregnant, and though her husband wasn’t the happiest, he would get over it. Zane wasn’t sure why he was so upset over his sisters pregnancy. It’s not as if he would be responsible for any of it. And it’s not as if he was expecting them to call him home for it. Perhaps it was just that little thing in the back of his mind that told him he’d never get to see his own little boy, or girl. At least not with his chromosomes, not with his genes. Zane might have even been a little jealous of his sister. He wouldn’t say that was wrong.
Sighing softly, Zane plopped into a couch and closed his eyes for a moment. His dark brown jersey proudly wore his number, 14. It was his old school jersey, nothing to be proud of. He wasn’t even sure why his coach had let them all keep the things. They weren’t exactly the most stylish things is the world. In fact, Zane quite hated the thing. It was ugly, not that they needed to be very stylish on court. It was comfortable, and to the coach, that’s all that had mattered.

From across the room, Zane spotted a boy a year older then him and watched for more than a few minutes, until he felt the gaze. Then, Zane quickly turned his attention to the television. He sighed.



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