FOLEY, tessa colleen

[tessa colleen foley.]

TESSACOLLEENFOLEY

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M vivveh BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 7 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY crazy. I ALSO OWN no one yet
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH pm SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] tessa colleen foley
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] tess, collie.
( A G E )[/COLOR] sixteen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] november third
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] sophmore
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] heterosexual
( J O B )[/COLOR] student
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] i'm a specific shapeshifter, meaning that i can only transform into a limited number of animals. so far, the ones i know of are canines, felines, and a few birds. the feline and bird forms are more comfortable for me, seeing as i can control them better. the canine ones are a different story, depending on whether i'm a domestic-type dog or a wild coyote. it's just as easy as the felines if i'm domestic, but if i'm not, my animalistic instincts take over and i can get mean.

if something gets me upset, i tend to morph. there's no telling what i'll turn into. if i'm lucky, it will just be a dalmatian or a parrot or something. i can calm myself down in those. but if it's a big bad wolf or a snarling fox...run for the hills.

no, my clothing doesn't rip off when i transform. if it did, i'd do a lot of running around naked. don't ask me for a scientific explanation because i really don't know how it works. they're usually just like they were when i morphed unless i rolled in dirt or got in a fight. if i get a cut while in an animal form, the cut is there when i'm a human. it kind of sucks if i get a thorn in my paw and then have to rip it out of my hand.

diet-wise, i can eat anything as long as it isn't poison. due to my canine part, though, chocolate makes me sick. raisins screw with my stomach, too. but i actually like raw meat more than i like the cooked stuff. gross, huh? i do hunt in my "big cat" forms. it wasn't much of a problem back in montana, but i can't really do it around here. i'm actually kind of self-conscious about what people think of my hunting. it's weird, even for this place. but, once in a while, i like to sneak out at night and take a few deer down.

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] naturally light brown and a little wavy, but i color it darker and usually straighten or curl it.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] green, more of an olive color.
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] 5'2
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 110
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] none
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] ears, i want to get my belly button done but i can't get the guts to do it.
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] nothing too flashy. i like jeans and hoodies, but i also like dressing up.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] lucy hale

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR] volleyball has always been one of my favorite things. i'm pretty good at it, too. there is no way in hell i could ever be a vegetarian because i love meat way too much. i've taken dance classes since i was five and i adore it almost as much as i do volleyball. cold or rainy weather is how i like it. i really like to laugh. like any true american country girl, i have a thing for pick up trucks. my favorite color is green. i can't play any instruments, but i love listening to music. nothing is better than watching scary movies on a saturday night. little kids are cute and i have a major soft spot for 'em. my best memories from when i was younger was going to family vacations to florida, so i really like beaches.
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR] obviously, i hate chocolate. it can have me puking for a full day or two. raisins aren't as bad, but my stomach doesn't react well to those either. i also don't like eating birds. it just feels wrong. i'm really sensitive to what other people think of me, even if i won't admit it, so i hate being judged. my mother isn't my favorite person. having to focus drives me insane. you know what really creeps me out? dolls. those porcelain ones and freaky baby dolls....holy crap, those are frightening. i really don't like players. real men respect women. fire makes me uneasy, probably because of those damn animal instincts that are just as bad as everything else. i'm perfectly happy in more rural areas or smalltowns, but big cities don't appeal to me. last, but not least, people that are full of themselves annoy me. a lot.
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR] i'm a very athletic person, especially when it comes to volleyball and dance. i've also learned how to control my temper pretty well, seeing as bad things can happen when i slip up. i'm good at making people laugh once i get to know them. i get As and high Bs in school, so i guess i'm fairly smart. oh, and i guess this can either be good or bad, but i behave myself. i don't drink or smoke, i'm a virgin, and i don't get detentions very often.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR] i can't control myself when i'm a wild dog, but i'm not as bad as i used to be. i have power's academy to to thank for that. though i wish i could, i really can't sing. i mean, physically i can, but it isn't good. at all. another thing is that i'm sort of shy. i'll talk to you, but it's difficult for me to open up. i'm afraid to break the rules, but like my behaving thing, that could be good or bad depending on whose viewpoint it is. the only exception i have to that is sneaking out at night every once in a while to hunt. i speak without thinking, which has gotten me in trouble more than once.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR] as long as it's one of my controllable forms, i love being in an animal form. have i mentioned how much i love volleyball and dancing? my nose is often in a book, so reading is a hobby too.
( F E A R S )[/COLOR] i'm scared of my animalistic side taking over. it's terrifying to know that i'm capable of killing someone like that. i keep my distance from fire. candles are okay, but i'm not a big fan of bonfires.
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR] i mauled and nearly killed my little sister a few years ago while in my coyote form and i still can't forgive myself for it. my taste for raw meat is also kept quiet because i really don't don't to be the weird kid at a school for unusual people. that would just suck.
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] i don't really know how to describe myself. i'm a pretty laidback person, so i'm not very loud or crazy or anything. i never really jumped on the rebel bandwagon. i follow the rules to the best of my ability and try not to cause any trouble. the entire concept of alcohol and smoking seems kind of stupid to me. it's doing something that hurts your body just for the sake of getting a buzz or looking cool. i don't have anything against the people that do stuff like that, it's their choice, but it isn't my kind of thing.

when it comes to boys...um...i've been kissed before. he was a really sweet guy and i liked it. that's honestly the furthest i've ever gone and i'm proud of it. i'm only sixteen, for christ sakes! the consequences of sex aren't worth it. i wouldn't mind being in a relationship as long as the guy isn't pushy or stuck up, but i'm not desperately searching for my prince charming.

i try to be nice! i really, really do. but it's rare for me to automatically click with someone. that doesn't mean it's super hard to become friends with me, but please don't be offended if we aren't chatting away like best friends the first time we meet. once i do get close with one, i'd say that i'm a good friend. i'm loyal and won't talk about you behind your back. i'm pretty protective, too. cut that. i'm really protective. i blame my canine-ness for that one. if a friend of mine is ever being harrassed, i'll step right up and come to his or her defense. but if i get really pissed, i might lose it and transform. if i turn into a wolf or something like that, please swallow your pride and get the hell away from me. i'm not me in those situations. all i know is that i don't like you or you're a threat and i won't be able to hold myself back.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] stephanie dawn foley. forty. horse rancher.
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] james matthew foley. forty-three. horse rancher.
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] marissa nicole foley. twenty. farmer's wife.
noelle eva foley. thirteen. student.
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] none
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] none
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] none
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] james and steph foley were the perfect couple. she was a young starlet in the equestrian world from tennessee that ended up in helena, montana for a huge horse show. everyone had known the beautiful young woman's name, including a cocky young cowboy named james foley. they met at the show and it was love at first sight. he was only there to muck out the holding stalls and work as a hand, but steph couldn't take her eyes off of him. her friends all laughed in disbelief and teased her. they all said that he was nothing but a farmboy and that she could do so much better, but the hard-headed young woman ignored them and ditched her group to introduce herself to the cowboy. he charmed her with flattery, jokes, and a number of other things that steph was intoxicated by.

they kept in contact after the show, one thing led to the next, and the two married when he was twenty-two and the week after she turned nineteen. they bought a gorgeous piece of land a hundred or so miles outside of helena and started the horse ranch of their dreams. a year or so later, the young couple had a beautiful baby. she was a pretty little girl with brown eyes and, as she grew, developed blonde hair that was the same color as her mother's. she was named marissa and they could only describe her as perfect.

then, four or so years later, i came along. they loved me just as much as they loved marissa, but i was...odd. my brown hair grew a lot faster and thicker than my older sister's had. i was born with green eyes that seemed to be alert at all times. when i cried, it was more like a whimpering noise instead of the usual wail of an average baby. the doctor said it was all unusual, but nothing to be too worried about. i was healthy and, except for my hair, growing at an average rate. right around when i started saying my first words, i began a habit of growling whenever i was angry. my parents just assumed it was from seeing the farm dogs snarl and growl at each other when they play fought and i was just pretending to be like them. crawling also came early for me and i was damn good at it. all of those things were signs, warnings, for what i was slowly turning into.

noelle came along a few years after me. like me, she resembled our father, only with brown eyes. she was a normal baby and, though she wouldn't admit it, our mother's favorite. elle was a happy little thing and didn't seem to ever stop smiling. marissa might have been the oldest of us girls, but i was elle's main protector. she was my baby sister, my little pest. i walked her all the way to her kindergarten classroom on her first day of school and sat by a window in my own class to watch over her during recess. if anyone ever pushed her down or stole her playground ball, i would automatically start growling. i tried to explain to my teacher that i couldn't help it, but she didn't believe me and always made me stay inside during my own recess for "disrupting the class". not that i cared. the other kids didn't like me. i was weird and much too quirky for their liking.

believe it or not, things got even weirder. one day, when i was eleven years old, i was out walking in the woods near my house when i caught the scent of something that smelled amazing. i absentmindedly followed it all the way to a herd of deer that were headed to a field to graze. at first, i was confused. i liked cooked deer meat, but these were still alive. that only lasted for like five seconds. i got closer. a voice in my mind began screaming at me to run and kill one. i couldn't tell it no. it pushed to to run forward, snarl, and the next thing i remember is running on all fours and lunging onto a large buck's back. the terrified creature was brought down in a matter of seconds. i obeyed the voice in my head that told me to end the deer's misery. then, without hesitation, i ate it. it wasn't until after i was through that i started coming to my right mind. i realized that i wasn't a little human girl any more. instead, i was a young but fairly large mountain lion. it scared me, obviously. little girls weren't supposed to turn into huge cats and kill deer. but i had an odd fascination with it. the hunting had been so...fun. and the flesh had been better than any fancy steak my mother had prepared.

over the next few years, i spent most of my time after school in the same forest. i taught myself how to be in more of my feline forms and even how to turn into them without being taken over by instincts. i still hunted, but i also liked turning into a slender cheetah and lay basking in the sun. it was on our property and my parents rarely had any reason to come out here, so no one ever saw. i also discovered, to my delight, that i could also turn into birds. nothing was better than turning into a sparrow and flying. nothing. no matter how much i was taunted at school for being weird or scolded for messing up at dance class, i was always happy out in the woods. things were great...right up until the day my little sister secretly followed me to my haven.

i had been strolling through the trees as a black leopard, one of my favorite forms, when a chillingly familiar scent hit me. in my human form, since i had started morphing, my sense of smell had become extremely strong. so when the sweet scent of noelle wafted through the air. i was terrified. she was close. i turned and saw the nine year old girl staring at me with a dropped jaw. my blood ran cold. in a split second, i was back in human form and started yelling at my sister for following me. my fear turned to anger as i advanced on her. the voice spoke up in my mind. that dark, bloodthirsty monster that i knew lived inside me woke up at this sudden rush of fury. i couldn't stop myself. my form changed on it's own to something totally new; a coyote. i had never been any type of dog before. it was like i was watching as some demon possessed my body. i lunged and attacked the little sister that i had always worked to defend.

my parents, who were nearby, heard her screaming. they ran over and my father began to throw rocks at me and yelling, trying to get me away from elle. they had no idea that this beast attacking their little daughter was their other girl. i had turned to go at him, but the sight of my mother sobbing and running to the small brunette that was curled up on the ground and the terror of the entire situation in my father's eyes stopped me. i stopped and struggled to change back into a human.

the aftermath was a nightmare. mom and dad pushed aside their shock and horror at my odd ability to get my sister to a hospital. she was flown by helicopter to the nearest one in helena. if we had tried to drive her, the doctor said, she would have died on the way. i had ripped her legs up pretty good as she had tried to kick me and get me away, so they had taken a majority of the damage. she also had claw marks all over her arms and back as well as a deep bite wound on her back...and it was all my fault. my parents didn't speak to me as we sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours. but once we learned she would live, the questions began. how long have you been able to do that? why didn't you tell us? then there was the one that i couldn't answer. why did you try to kill your sister?

my mom made it clear that she wanted me out of the house. she didn't care where i went, but she knew i was dangerous. marissa agreed with her to a point. being the smart girl she was, riss knew that i couldn't be the only person with a weird ability. she wanted me to go somewhere safe while my mother wanted me thrown out to live in the wilderness. dad couldn't do it. he believed me that i didn't want to hurt anyone and he tried to convince my mom that it had been a one-time slip up. i had taken them to the woods and shown them how i could change forms and control myself. she didn't believe me. then, there was noelle. i couldn't even look her in the eye once she came home from the hospital, but, bless the little girl's soul, she sided with my dad and still loved me.

marissa had gone to branches of the government and tried to find someone that could help, but they all laughed and called her a crazy redneck. finally, a man came to our door a few months after the accident. he had heard a "funny" story from one of his political buddies about some young lady from rural montana that had claimed her sister could turn into different types of animals. he knew that marissa wasn't crazy. he sat my family down and told us about power's academy. my mother said yes without hesitation, but my father was still reluctant until the man convinced him it would be the best thing for everyone. i went to the boarding school willingly, especially when he said i could learn how to control myself there. i was thirteen years old when all of this happened.

i did have a few incidents during my first few months at power's. whenever i got really upset about something, i would morph. but it wasn't always into a canine. it could be a lion, a house cat, a parakeet, an eagle, anything of that sort. only once did i even turn into a wild dog again, but it was a fox and they didn't have much of a problem restraining me around here. i also learned that turning into domestic dogs wasn't a problem. i'm just as controlled in those as i am in my feline and bird forms. but every day, i'm learning how to control my forms...and my temper. all in all, i'm a happy girl.

( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] The glare aimed at the first mate was clearly playful. She didn't look at all bitter...why would she? It wasn't like he had pushed her in or deliberately caused the musician to go tumbling into the water. A smirk pulled at her lips as she pushed some of the liquid toward Aaron in an attempt to splash him. She chuckled softly. "I really honestly was. Maybe not so soon, but still." Ronni was putting forth some serious effort into hiding her embarrassment. It had been one of her talents back at the Naval Academy. If she slipped and fell during a swordplay match or made a stupid mistake, she would simply regain her composure and act like it didn't happen. If someone tried to bring it up again to tease her, she had no trouble making them regret it. This was different, though. She had never actually crushed on a guy to the point of being self-conscious around him. Blushing and stuttering wasn't typical of the cool, confident Veronica Harper. That was, at least, until a certain dark-haired pirate caught her eye. Maybe it was just because he was one of the only guys as cocky as she was that she actually had some interest in and didn't win over with ease. She was hesitant to tell him her feelings, yet another oddity for the girl. Was the attraction mutual? Did he view her as just a close friend? What if he only tolerated her antics to please Vivian? There were too many ways it could end badly and she didn't take rejection well. The last thing she needed was for Aaron to avoid her out of discomfort. Renna might have been hellbent on getting the two together, but Ronni was obviously hesitant.

She did her best to avoid so much as looking at the notebook. Surely his little sister had claimed that the musician had written out multiple songs that had the eldest Canor as their muse. He would be smart enough to realize that the affectionate lyrics were about him. Her teeth applied a light bit of pressure to her lower lip and she pretended to examine a small plant of some sort that had been blown into the pool by one of the warm Caribbean breezes. "You can just put that on the ground somewhere, preferably where it won't get wet," she did her best to sound nonchalant, but there was the lightest tense hint to her voice. Her gaze fell on the book for a mere moment before she looked back up at him. "It's just...a thing I've had for a while now. It isn't a diary or anything, just...it's just writing stuff. There isn't anything important in it, but I'd prefer it to stay dry," she rambled, feeling heat rise to her cheeks one more. Her attempt to reduce any suspicion he might have had was a miserable failure. The only thing there was left to do was a subject change, but her brain seemed to be frozen. There were no intelligent words she could think of to say.

Relief erased the blush from her face as a small grin took over."Why yes, Canor. That was a challenge," she said in a slightly dramatic tone. She could already predict what he was plotting to do. Her grin widened and she waded further back to give him some room. There was no way Aaron Canor would just hop into a swimming pool. There was bound to be a show-offy twist to it. She relaxed even more when he wrapped the book of songs in a protective towel. Thank God he hadn't bothered reading it, plus it was safe from any water that would go flying from the pool during the man's grand entrance. Her grin widened as he readied himself for take off. "You're looking pretty intense, Ron. Nervous?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Her wince was visible as she was once again reminded of the black and brownish colored beast. Though she was sort of starting to adjust to his presence, she was still fearful of Amor. Her mind had already planned a route out of the pool and through the gate if the dog decided he wanted to join her for a swim. It seemed unlikely, seeing as he didn't show any interest in jumping in or ripping her limb from limb. But there was no way to be sure he wouldn't change his mind. The smallest sign of a growl from the animal would be enough of a warning to send her running for the beach. "Yeah...Viv told me the same thing. Sorry, I know it's a ridiculous fear. He doesn't seem to be vicious, but I'd rather not risk it." She took one more look at the canine and sighed. "Yeah, well...I hope he isn't offended by my reaction to his presence," she tried to joke, managing a sheepish smile. Maybe one day she could adjust to the giant and get over her irrational phobia, but for now, she simply couldn't.

A grin took over her expression once again. "Alright. Let's see if you can outdo my beautiful 'walk into water' routine," she challenged through a light laugh. Her arms crossed over her chest and she waited with interest to see what the first mate had planned. Her eyes widened and the grin she already wore grew even more. Laughter bursted through her lips and her arms uncrossed so she could give him a short round of applause. "Brav-" she wasn't able to finish the word. A pull at her ankle caused a sharp, surprised shriek to replace the laughing. He had managed to catch her off guard so, in her recently usual clumsy fashion, she lost her balance. The brunette went under for just a few moments, holding her breath just in time to avoid inhaling a good dose of water. She surfaced, but not fully. Just the top of her head and her eyes peered at Aaron for a moment in the manner of a crocodile. Ronni waited a few seconds before raising the rest of her face out and spitting a jet of pool water at her crewmate. "It was impressive, but I still say that I won." She smirked and shook her mess of brown hair back out of her face, sending an army of small water droplets through the air.

Her amusement faded into worry as Aaron's attention returned to the notebook. She did her best to disguise the emotion with curiosity, as if she was wondering what he was thinking about, but it wasn't working too well. Her stomach seemed to twist as he looked up at her, then back at the precious object in his hands. It was like her legs were ignoring her command to spring forward and snatch the songs from his grip and her vocal cords tightened so she couldn't tell him to put it down. All she could do was stand there and watching as he flipped it open and began to read a page. The words he was never meant to lay eyes on were probably running through his mind as she stood like a deer blinded by a bright light.

She finally snapped out of whatever trance had taken over her and rushed toward him. By now, he had surely had ample time to look over a few of the songs, ones she could only guess were inspired by her feelings toward him. Her reaction was instinctive. She practically threw herself at him, raising one hand to cover his eyes and trying to retrieve her notebook with the other. "Don't! They're- I mean- You don't really want to- They aren't good- I- I-" the spew of word vomit must have been almost as comical as the sight of the girl's desperate attempt to prevent the first mate from reading any more of the writing. But, at that moment, there wasn't anything funny about it to Ronni.

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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