Alia Maria Landon

[Alia Landon]

N A M E '

Alia Maria Landon

A G E '

20

G E N D E R '

female

S H I F T I N G '

Alia shifts into a small red fox. She has never found a family seeing she feels like she is out of place when ever one happens to come by. Alia would be happy to find a family that is excepting of her and not there to hurt her. She does not believe she is better then others and is out to prove she is no harm and stay away from those werewolves.

P E R S O N A '

Alia is arrogant, conniving and has a tendency to be shy when the truth or her home language slips past her guard. She was the wise one, pretty smart too and she got the looks from her mother, she pretty much just stepped out of the house and guys come over to her however they do not show respect and treat her right she will have nothing to do with them. She loves to hang with friends but never party hard, often times she can be a smart alec and piss some people off but most the times they find it funny. She knows how to make others laugh it just comes naturally to her. She can sit back and have a good time and a good laugh she can relax and let the day pass even though Alia prefer to be doing something or another. She is the girl who is not openly a flirt She like her looks and persona do the talking for her but if she must she will.

S K I N . D E E P '

Alia was born in South Africa, how ever her father was French and her mother Australian, They moved to France shortly there after. She stands only five four three and is relatively small compared to others. Her skin is sun kissed with a healthy tan, her striking blue eyes draw most in. Her hair falls in long curls and is currently brown however she is naturally blond. Her lips are full and a pinky color, she has a scar on her right rib area from a run in with a barbwire fence.

As a fox, she is rather small and dainty, she is red in color, a little bit of white and black playing into her body fur, her chest, tip of tail and around her muzzle being white in color. Her legs are onyx color that fade into the red the higher up you go the backs of her ears are also black. Her eyes are normally bright and cheery how ever if you get on her bad side well we will just say you are going to regret it.

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

Peach colored heels clicked on the ground as she made her way towards starbucks. Her brown locks were pulled off to the side and pined there, a bow just above it for good measures. Bright baby blues were enhanced by the makeup she wore, the browns and pinks blended together really played up her eyes. Clutch was carried in one hand, wail she looked down at her phone, hurriedly punching in something and then looking up to make sure she was not going to run into any one. Her skin for the most part was flawless except for the scar upon her right rib area the place she had the encounter with the barbwire fencing when she was younger.

A soft sigh was released from her glossy pink lips. C'est une belle journée it flowed from her with ease. She looked around with a shy glance as to make sure no one had herd her utter the words, she was trying to get the hang of this English thing down but sometimes it was just easier to speak what was known and a comfort to herself. She stopped in front of the doors to starbucks, fixing her dress and adjusting the bow in her hair before entering and walking up to the counter hello how may I help you, bonjour she covered her mouth, I mean hello just a french vanilla mocha. She took out her money and handed it to the guy who was looking at her like he wanted to get with her.

She shook her head and walked down, men were like pigs here she wanted someone to get her for who she was, even though she did like to party a little but never to much, mostly with her friends. She took her drink and went to sit at a table, she was well posed and sturdy on her heels but she did like to run around barefoot when ever she got the chance. Sitting down she crossed her legs and pulled her phone out, her nails clicking softly against the screen as she sent a couple text back to some people she had met before she had moved here, they had the same condition she had, she actually felt like she had belonged there but in the end she had decided to move here and now she felt like the outcast again.