Payton Grant

[Payton Grant]

SHAPE SHIFTER

[Basics]

Name: Payton Grant
Nicknames: Pay
Age: 23
Apparent Age: n/a
Birthday: June 2
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Status: civilian (neutral)
Played by: I dont know what this is.....

[Species]

Shifting Species: Horse



[Appearance]

Height: 5' 4"
Body type: Athletic
Weight: 125
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Red
Piercings and/or tattoos: Fire tattoo on left hip, left eyebrow pierced, triple piercing on ears and one piercing on right top of ear
Ethnicity: British

Overall Appearance: (must be at least 2 paragraphs)

Peyton adorns her slim body in black, which of course is a stark contrast to her icy blue eyes and fire red hair that hangs down in long tangles. Her skin is pale, free of freckles and blemishes. Any amount of color she attempts to plaster onto her cheeks vanish before long.

Though she is not at all tall, her weight is distributed nicely. Her legs are slender and athletic, as is her arms. Her chest is not large, but is also not small.

[Personality]

Likes:

• Playing the Bass Guitar
  
• the color black, on anything
  
• the rain
  

Dislikes:

• relationships
  
• mornings
  
• the color yellow
  

Strengths:

• Sports
  
• organization
  
• Art
  

Weaknesses:

• Apples
  
• Wide open spaces
  
• Painting
  

Fears:

• whips
  
• nails
  
• being left behind
  

Habits/Quirks:

• drawing on herself
  
• not listening when she should
  
• jumping up and down when nervous
  

Overall Personality: (must be at least 3 paragraphs)

She is quiet, not usually one to speak first. Most of the time, she is in her own little world, oblivious to the one around her. If she is not avoiding people, and not in her animal form, she is painting. Her hands and arms are almost always covering in unique designs inked in black. The only real tattoo she has, though, is fire on her hip.

She hates the city, prefers wide open spaces and varying landscapes. She believes it is because of her animal form. She blames her mother for her flightness, for her mother's animal was a deer. Payton is skittish and would rather run than fight.

People would shy away from the redhead adorned in black. Her eyebrow piercing and tight leather jeans give off a persona of a tough biker chic, but that is not who she is. Her favorite things are her music and art.

[History]

Father: Weston Grant
Mother: Mary Grant (Deer)
Sibling: none
Pet:
Other:

Detailed History: (Quality rather than Quantity)

Payton Grant's life started out simple. Raised by two happy people, in a happy home. Her mother was overjoyed when she experienced her first shift. She, on the other hand, was terrified. Of course, she knew she was going to inherent the ability, but a part of hoped she wouldn't. Of course, she would change into an animal she knew nothing about, and didn't even like. At least she was not something lame and stupid.

Her family moved from the city to the country side, hoping to give her more room to explore her animal within. That is when everything changed. Payton started to wear black and got piercings. Her mood went from bad too worse. And what made her really mad is her love of the city dwindled to nothing as her shift changed her. She started to love the fields and the trees, and to forget the concrete and metal.

Now an adult, her animal form is filling out. No longer is she the filly of the group. She is a woman, a mare. Wanting to experience the city once more, hoping to hone in on her music and art, she left the country, trading it for a small loft in the city.

RP Example:

Nights were lonely for the fire-lady. She longed company, yet could not muster words when she had it. She was doomed to spent the evil, dark time alone. She was no social butterfly. She was a drifter, wandering from bar to bar, from shop to shop. She hoped no one noticed her, but her long red hair and her light eyes worked against her. She had no problems with the guys.

Standing up from her chair, she moved to the window, overlooking the street. Wrapped in a thin blanket, she shivered. Though her heater showed 76 degrees, she felt as if she were in sub zero temperatures. Slightly bouncing on her toes she watched the people below through the sheer curtains. She smiled as she eyed a couple walk hand in hand into a coffee shop. Oh, why can't that be her? What is she doing wrong?

Sighing, she turned away, shuffling to her chair, descending into it. Picking up a sketchbook, she started to sketch yet another image of a horse. Since her shift, she had become obsessed with horses, wanting to learn everything she can. But don't the best lessons come from life itself?