Deanna Croft

Name: Deanna Anna Croft.
Age: 17 years old.
Group: Other / Skinwalker.

Appearance: Deanna is a pretty girl with light, mouse-brown hair. She has a pale complexion and has green eyes that shine every time she sneaks a smile with her pink lips. Deanna is known for being quite short in her class as she is a rough estimate of 5ft 5 inches - however it can be argued that is the average height of a 17 year old girl - but it doesn't matter seeing as many other girls in her class are reaching the 6ft status.

When in her Skinwalker form, she takes on the form of a canine - a Japanese Akita, to be exact. In this form her eyes are a dark brown, and when on her four paws she reaches to about 58-64cm tall. Her fur is a light, goldy-brown colour and she has patches of white that cover her nose, face, underbelly and front legs (reference).

Personality: Deanna is generally a stereotypical 'sweetheart'. She is a playful and friendly character, whom is rarely seen with an angry expression on her face. She is always smiling, always positive. One thing that can tick her off is if someone is being mean to her or to someone she considers a friend - if that person is being mean or harmful, then Deanna will strike them with full force of aggression, even if it isn't in her nature to be so angry and negative towards any sort of being (whether it is a Human or another Supernatural).

Deanna can also have an aggressive and ruthless side of her that rarely comes into play. She can seem cold-hearted and selfish, when in reality she is a kind woman who will do absolutely anything to protect those she cherishes - and in the list of doing anything, she will even slaughter others to keep the people, whom she is protecting, safe.

History: Deanna grew up in an orphanage home, never meeting her true parents or really understanding who they were until later on in life. Her big brother David had experienced something strange and ran away from the orphanage, to never be seen again. Deanna never fully understood why a big, coyote would always follow her around, but she didn't question it, she thought it was an imaginary friend... but in fact, it was her big brother, David; he was there to protect her through her hardships - even if he never spoke to her directly, he'd leave letters and small notes to reassure her when she felt sad because of the bullies at her school. Deanna grew up with her protector around her at all times; the coyote would hide in the bushes when she was at school or just walking down the street; he was always there.

Deanna was taken into a home at the age of 15, she was treated brilliantly by her now adoptive parents whom she found out were Skinwalkers, a species of shapeshifters that could change into canine animals. That is when she found out who she was. She was also a Skinwalker! They taught her to make sure not to get involved with Hunters and to keep away from silver - which is why the cutlery they had in their home had wooden handles - she then found out her animal was a Japanese Akita with brown fur and a long, curly tail. She loves dogs and to find out she was one she would go out and hunt animals with her adoptive family and she began to harvest animal hearts and she'd eat them.

However, one day, some Hunters found her adoptive parents and killed them when she was at school. She came home to blood-covered furniture and flooring and she was devastated. She ran just in case the Hunters had heard of a third member of the Skinwalker family and she tried to get through to David - but she hadn't heard from him the entire year - only enhancing her sadness. Luckily for Deanna, she had a driver's license and she was able to drive her adoptive father's black Ferrari GTE HDR3. Her being able to drive the car made her adapt into the Hunter's lifestyle of going from one motel to the next.

Even after losing her adoptive parents to Hunters... she didn't despise Hunters, she couldn't despise the whole idea of them because Hunters are trying to protect Earth from all kinds of Supernatural creatures - including Deanna's own species. But Deanna didn't hate Hunters and can't pick them as atrocities because not every Hunter had killed her adoptive family, only a four men did, and now she has hatred for those four men, but she can't despise every Hunter on Earth - because that would be a waste of time - according to Deanna.

Strengths: Enhanced Healing; Enhanced Strength & Super Senses.
Weaknesses: Silver, Hunters & Bullies.
Likes: Dogs, Food, Animal Hearts & Her Friends.
Dislikes: School, Cats, Her Bullies & Her Parents' Killers.

-- OUT OF CHARACTER --

Name/Alias: Nemo.
How you found us: Already a member.
How long you have been rping for: 3 years.
Other characters here: Amora, Teddy Wilson & Trixie.
Anything else: N/A.

RP Sample: The sounds of racing footsteps echoed through the eerily quiet street in Jefferson, Colorado. All anybody could hear was the running and a few conversations here and there from nearby people. Deanna was one of those people running... she was running away from the others. The other Skinwalkers, to be precise. They wanted to bully her, they always bullied her. They would harm her and they knew it would heal so they would wait 24 hours before striking at her again... always in a spot when she was truly alone. And she was alone a lot; she had no friends or family to go to, she was stuck as a loner and they bullied her because of it.

"How the hell did they find me?!" The running behind Deanna got louder and the steps were heavier as the Skinwalkers - three of them - ran after her. There were clear smirks on each of the Skinwalkers' faces. Deanna wanted to just transform into her Japanese Akita form and just hide, but that never worked, they would just find her again. She hated their teasing and their harmful bullying, it was scarring to say the least. Her arms and legs and back was covered in small scars from their physical abuse.

One of the Skinwalkers had caught her a few minutes before this present time, they had slashed her black and she was now bleeding from her back, but she couldn't feel the pain, she had the adrenaline to run. Run. Run! That was the only command she had running through her brain as she ran up the long street. She looked behind her shoulder and slowed down a little, noticing the Skinwalkers had lagged behind. Deanna sighed in relief. "Oh thank God." She muttered before jogging slightly, she had realized she hadn't looked forward from searching for the bullies, but she was too late. She had hit into a hard form and she fell back onto her bottom.

"Ow!" She looked up slowly, her eyes widening at the sight of the man. "O-oh er, s-sorry about that mister!" She said in an apologizing tone - her Texan accent breaking through. Deanna groaned as she slowly rose back up to her feet; her ears perked up as she could sense her followers gaining on her; she quickly ran past the man she had ran into and she escaped into her local motel. She panted slightly as she went into her bought motel room and laid on her bed on her front, her eyes closing as the healing process on the slash on her back slowly began.

She mentally thanked God for them not knowing where she was currently residing. Otherwise, she'd have three Skinwalkers in her motel room, ready to abuse her.