Post by Erin Renee Walker on Mar 20, 2017 5:26:24 GMT
 Erin Renee Walker They say it's never too late to stop being afraid general info
PERSONALITY Erin is someone you should definitely consider a loner, although throughout her school life she also hasn’t really tried to make many friends either. For one reason or another, the kid just likes being alone. At least in the sense that Erin doesn’t normally want to physically go up to someone and talk with them, unless she actually needs to. Now this doesn’t mean she can’t make friends at all if she really wanted to, it’s just Erin hasn’t found a good reason to talk to many of the other kids in town. Usually preferring to chill alone with some music, a good book, or the internet however doesn’t mean that Erin isn’t confident. In fact, she has even been seen to be occasionally competitive and sarcastic. Most of the time this is only seen around her parents or brother, which are probably the three people she’s closest to. However, her grandmother gets a more happy, and even tempered Erin. Though, funny enough, even if she doesn’t enjoy people all that much, Erin does tend to take charge in settings such as, working on a school project. Usually this is mostly due to the people she’s around needing someone of intelligence to lead them, because high schoolers can be some of the biggest idiots. Working hard to make sure shit gets done and looks right, Erin inadvertently tends to sway towards being more leaderly than she sometimes realizes. Most of the time though, Erin just comes off as being a little bit cold and quiet during normal everyday school. Someone you don’t really end up messing with. She’s not always like that sure, but it’s a mask that has easily kept most random students from thinking it was okay to start of a conversation with her. At least, this was what she used to be like. A lot of key things changed for Erin after she ended up exploding into a giant wolf for the first time. Lately, she’s had some pretty extreme problems staying in control of a newfound, very bad short temper. Simply tapping your hand in an aggravating way could cause Erin to start completely losing it, in public no less. Obviously, this is a very bad thing for someone in high school, and if possible it’s made her become even more antisocial towards others, for their own safety this time. Perhaps if Erin had a proper distraction, something to focus on during these episodes, she wouldn’t be so dangerous. Not to mention, due to the exact way in which she first shifted, Erin is pretty anxious about losing control in such a terrible way again, especially around the people she cares deeply about. Being gifted with new confusing urges, and overwhelmingly sharp senses, Erin struggles to focus around other people most of the time. The young shifter doesn't really want to hurt anyone, but at times the teen just cannot help feeling that ripping someone apart would be a really great way to shut them up. On her good days though, like the ones where continuously clicking plastic pencils does not make Erin feel like wolfing out, she can actually be a fun person to be around. If you manage to get her to talk to you that is. At home with her family, she’s usually not closed off at all. Tending towards being sarcastic and witty, she almost always talks with Blake about various topics, such as a new video game coming out, or a stupid meme on the internet. You know, normal stuff siblings talk about. Which means that any person she ends up becoming friends with, would probably see this side of Erin as well. Since Erin wasn’t always someone who got pissed off extremely easy, once the young shifter gains better control over being a wolf, she’ll probably end up returning to her once quiet, cool nature. For now though, a sharp and fowl temper tends to be the first thing you get out of her. One other thing to note, is something that did not change when Erin became a wolf. In fact, it actually heightened quite a bit. Her protectiveness towards those she loves and cherishes. Specifically, the need to protect her little brother, Blake. No matter what happens, if he or her family is in danger, it's probably no surprise at all that Erin would risk her life to make sure they don't get hurt. Even though she is still very afraid of being the thing that hurts Blake. FAMILY Father: Benjamin Walker, 35 Mother: Marie Walker, 33 Brother: Blake Walker, 15 Grandmother: (Father's side) Noreen Walker, 68 Grandfather: (Father's Side) Nathaniel Walker, 50 (Deceased: 1989) BIOGRAPHY Born in the spring of 1990 on April 19th to Marie and Benjamin Walker, Erin grew up a pretty happy kid for all intents and purposes. Eventually she gained a younger brother as well, by the name of Blake, to whom she was always very close and protective of, even as child she acted like a big sister to him. During her childhood, Erin grew up on the outskirts of a rather quaint, if too small town of Forks. Her parents did not live on the La Push reservation, as her father had basically moved away in order to live with his wife and build up their own home. However, Benjamin’s mother, Noreen Walker, did still live on the reservation. Most of the time when both Erin and Blake were still so very little, their parents would take them to visit their grandmother on the weekends. Noreen always told them the best stories about the tribe, though to nearly the whole family they were just that, old stories and legends of past days. Benjamin had long since stopped believing in the stories, and subsequently this is why he didn’t stay at La Push. Despite normal weather in La Push, and Forks, being rather dull and grey, the siblings still found ways to have fun. During the summers, the whole family would go to the beach and attend the occasional bonfires. Not only did it allow Benjamin to connect with some of his old friends, it was also a good time for Erin and Blake to be kids together. On days that it was gross and rainy, the two siblings could be found inside the house with their mother, who read them fairy tales about wild journeys where knights slayed powerful dragons. The siblings certainly had a thirst for fantasy and sci-fy stories, which only grew more as they got older too. Eventually though, they each had to go to school. Erin and Blake ended up attending the same schools that their mother had, and not the one on the reservation like their father. The first few weeks that Erin had to leave home, without her mom and little brother, were the absolute worst. Going home after school was probably the best part of school for a 5 year old anyways, right? Skipping ahead to middle school, if you couldn’t already tell, the two siblings stuck together throughout the years like glue, despite Blake being two years younger than Erin. The two of them were practically inseparable, and it was only when Erin went to middle school before Blake, that they broke apart just a bit. Blake started slowly to connect with people that were similarly geeky and quiet just like him, whereas Erin, she just didn’t see the point in talking to people she knew didn’t share the same interests. Maybe the young girl just met the wrong kids, either way though she still stayed rather close to Blake. It was good that he found friends, even if she did not. However, the one time 12 year old Erin had actually made a valid attempt in talking to a group of girls, she’d quickly been picked on for being a weird kid that didn’t have friends, and read books instead of talking to people. Promptly, Erin had ended that conversation by walking away from it. Unfortunately those girls and their clique had developed a taste for picking on Erin, and they continued to do so throughout the early middle school years. Their snide, hurtful remarks made the 12 year old just a bit colder, as well as more closed off and private. Walking away from a conversation with your head down and teeth gritted really only went so far. The words lingered on. Eventually though, after a while, Erin started to not actually give a shit about what those stuck up girls said to her. The remarks slowly became water rolling off her back, and Erin is probably stronger for it anyways. Going into the eighth grade, the same year that Blake would come into the middle school, was a new Erin. One who actually snapped back when picked on. One that had finally learned the use of sarcasm and wit to her advantage. One who made damn sure to try and protect her younger brother to keep him from being picked on by as many jerks as she could before eventually going off to high school. The next year, was when Erin finally attended Forks High School, unfortunately leaving Blake to deal with Middle school on his own. At this point in her life, the young teenager could hold her own in conversations if she absolutely had to. Gaining a cold, quiet attitude towards other students, it was pretty easy to see that she didn’t want friends. Or at least, the fifteen year old tried to make it as known as possible without verbally speaking a word. Erin no longer really cared attempting to talk to other people, apart from those group assignments and the like where talking was actually a required aspect. She was always more focused than the other classmates that she dealt with anyways, preferring to get stuff done instead of slack off like some kids her age already had been doing for years. However, one thing that Erin absolutely adored, unlike most girls, was the physical education and sports. While she never tried out for the school sports due to hating most of the people on the teams, Erin instead simply enjoyed being fit. It was pretty easy to tell that she worked very hard in Phys.Ed class, enjoying it immensely even if the teachers could sometimes be cruel. Her favorite part of any of the small sports they did perform, was the running. Still is actually, running outdoors on the forest trails behind her house had been something the girl did whenever she needed to just decompress from school. Thankfully, this was also before the town began having any form of severe blood sucker problems, so Erin went on in life completely unaware of that danger. The most dangerous thing Erin encountered on a day to day basis was the practically murderous smell of teenage boys. Aging up a few years, not much really changed about Erin, other than the fact that she’d slowly become someone that no one wanted to mess with, especially because she started getting so fit and competitive during the one class mostly only the guys enjoyed. It could have also been the fact that most of the girls Erin didn’t want to be around, were too focused on pretty clothes and boys to still try and pick on the one girl who liked wearing leather jackets. Unfortunately not everyone got that ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe from Erin, and in the spring of 2007, Erin had already slowly started to become much less tolerable towards people she generally termed as assholes. This spurred an incident where an older kid might have tried to make fun of her after Gym, with his cronies a few lockers away snickering behind their hands. Needless to say, he might have gotten punched in the face for what he’d said. She also may have knocked him out. Erin (thankfully) never received a suspension for “endangering a student” due to the guy not wanting the school board, or his mother, to know he got punched out by a girl. Erin’s pretty sure the dude’s story was that he broke his nose by walking into a door. Yeah, he was definitely not the smartest kid on the street. Unfortunately for Erin, this was the time in her life when things started getting very difficult. The town of Forks was quiet yes, but the things that go bump in the night had already started moving in, with much more frequency and in larger numbers than before. Her once pretty cool attitude, progressively got worse and more snappish. Tolerating the slightest annoying disturbances in school started to become a downward spiral of bad attitude. Erin also didn’t exactly get off as easy during these incidents either. The teen started to simply get a little too angry, a little too fast at the slightest peeve. Detentions began popping up whenever Erin was involved, as snapping at another dumb student little too aggressively for just trying to sit in the seat next to hert, wasn’t exactly the kind of thing that got you brownie points from the teachers. Lots of students also started giving Erin an extremely wide berth, for good reason, as the throughout the weeks Erin consistently began to look more and more pissed off during class. Clenching your fist and glaring at someone for clicking their pen too many times, started to become common with her. This bristling anger that buzzed under her skin also stretched onto Erin’s home life as well, which certainly confused her family to no end. Erin may have been a bit more introverted away from the nest, but she’d never seemed so angry for such a prolonged period of time at home. The once generally calm and jokey teen was replaced by a stranger. Her parents were worried, and Blake doubly so. Despite finding his own friends, he was still very close to to his older sister. It isn’t long after this odd change of temperament that Erin came home one day, particularly pissed off beyond belief due to nothing and everything at the same time. Her body felt increasingly warm too, almost feverishly so and it only made Erin’s attitude that much worse because the feeling made her skin crawl with unrelenting irritation and discomfort. Erin didn’t have any explanation for why she was so unbelievably mad that day, as nothing in particular truly caused it. She’d also come late due to walking home instead of taking the bus. The walk had not helped her mood though, Erin just couldn’t shake the anger writhing in her mind. Throwing down her bag haphazardly on the couch and heading for the stairs, the teen was obviously planning to just lay in bed. This plan though, was abruptly cut short when the teen suddenly heard ear splittingly loud, absolutely annoying music. It wasn’t actually that annoying normally though, as Erin happened to like the band. The grating, sharp noise was coming from within Blake’s closed room. Letting out a low rumbling sound, similar to a growl, Erin angrily stomped up the stairs towards the headache inducing noise. Slamming her fist into the wood with a few rapid bangs, the teen flinched heavily at the loud, painful music. “Would you turn that crap off?!” Erin managed to angrily yell through door, trying to get her brother to properly react, as the noise had reached a new painful point for her ears. Blake quickly and easily turned down the music in response to her shout before moving to open his door, the face appearing through the now ajar crack bearing a confused expression right before her younger brother spoke up questioningly, “Are you alright Erin?” Apparently that was just about the wrong thing to say in that moment, because right then and there in the hallway, Erin lost it for the very first time. Shoulders shaking in barely suppressed frustration and anger, the teen’s body shifted suddenly, and unexpectedly, for the very first time. Suddenly it was no longer Erin in the hallway, but a giant bristling wolf, already shaking off the remnants of her human clothes. Obviously this sight immediately spurred Blake to smartly slam the bedroom door shut and lock it out of sheer terror due to the animal that was now growling and snarling outside his room. It didn’t take long before sharp claws could be heard raking down through the pale cream paint at a rapid pace, scraping it down to the base wood bellow with powerful beats of large paws. Luckily the uncontrollable canine didn’t actually manage to get into her brother’s room. The door withstood a giant wolf attacking it surprisingly well, even though there were certainly going to be deep gouging claw marks in the wood that would probably never go away. Through the reddened blur her mind had become, Erin’s limbs eventually paused, no longer tearing apart the door frame. Sharpened senses finally started registering the terrified sounds of her brother screaming for Erin to stop. Her loud angry growling fizzled out in barely a second’s time, almost like a short circuit within the wolf’s brain. Soon this noise was replaced by a terror filled yelp directly connected to Erin regaining intelligent thoughts again. Blake quieted down in that moment from behind the bedroom door, shaking terribly from his position on the bed. He was more than a little scared to death of the creature looming outside his room. Erin, currently trapped within the body of a massive canine, was confused and more than anything, terrified of what was going on. Erin hadn’t meant to attack her brother, and certainly hadn’t meant to almost kill him. Soon she backed away from the torn up, splintered door frame, distancing herself from Blake as much as possible until her massive body couldn’t move away any further. Not fully understanding what her body had just gone through, the teenager whimpered pitifully, apologizing to her little brother with a low mantra of whines, coupled with a whirlwind of frantic mental thoughts that he of course couldn’t hear. Yet, Erin couldn’t piece any of this together, her own mind was far too scattered. Besides that, Erin didn’t know that she could potentially shift back. Through her constant keening whines and broken thoughts, the young girl did not hear the soft words, “Erin? A-are you... T-there?” which flowed through her triangular ears but were not listened to. Suddenly her thoughts connected again, enough to make a decision of action. Erin turned away and ran. Leaping down the stairs, and cracking the wooden floorboards under her immense weight in the process, she practically slammed open the door with her whole body, essentially cracking apart it’s door frame and lock as the wolf fought to just get out, to run, to protect Blake from herself. Powerful limbs surged her forwards, tearing through the yard and disappearing into the darkening woods. Erin whined, bounding blindly through the pine trees, giant paws kicking up immense amounts of soft dirt as the teen just kept on running until she could finally no longer see the house. Stopping suddenly as she nearly crashed into a set of trees, Erin’s chest heaved shakily, her head tilting downwards enough to see monstrously large paws. Limbs quivering, it didn’t take very much more before she collapsed in the dirt, furred body already curling up on itself and mind closing off. It took a long few hours before the panicked teenager slowly managed to piece her own scattered mind back together. Using breathing exercises that her grandmother taught her at a young age, Erin gradually began to calm herself down by breathing in and out at a rhythmically slow pace. This repetitiveness was eventually enough to trigger phasing back. It took Erin a long time to make her way home, not only because the teenager was walking at a slow pace in the dark, but also because she was physically exhausted and had no idea how to explain something like this to her parents. It took a little bit longer for Erin to realize she no longer had any clothes on, due to her body being a few degrees warmer than it had been before. By some miracle though, her parents hadn’t arrived home yet, but Erin still returned to a house that appeared to be torn apart from the inside out. Warm light glowed from the top floor though, at least enough to make the teen calm down a little more. However, swallowing thickly, she worked up the nerve to enter through the broken door, voice wavering as she called out into the darkness. “Blake?” Hoping to hell that her brother would answer, that he was indeed okay, Erin robotically moved to grab onto a blanket, hands shaking badly as she barely managed to wrap herself in it. Even if her feverish body didn’t really need the warmth. It wasn’t long before a near hysterical and probably still terrified brother rushed down the stairs. “Erin?! What- what just- happened, what- what was that?” These words were a blur as the exhausted looking teenager slowly swayed in place and simply collapsed, only staying upright because Blake had shakily managed to catch her. Though it was probably more out of reaction than anything else, because the boy frozen up, already looking terrified to touch his own sister. “...Y-you’re burning up- Erin, Erin? What’s going on? Why-” She didn’t hear anything else before immediately blacking out. Waking up more than a day later to a brightly lit hospital room was not what Erin had been expecting, though it didn’t take very long before both her parents and Blake came into her confused line of sight. Happy words and watery voices reached her now incredibly sensitive ears, which were distractedly hearing everything else in the hospital too. It took long a while before Erin managed to properly focus and even more time to actually realize her parents were trying to explain what had happened to them both, or maybe she’d unknowingly asked out of confusion. Either way, the story that followed, was what Blake had apparently supplied them and the police who were going to investigate the surrounding woods. A massive “bear” had viciously broken into their house, and tried to attack the two of them after school. According to Blake, Erin had managed to get the two of them into his bedroom, locking the monstrous creature outside the door. After trying and failing to tear its way in, the animal gave up after a while and left the house. Blake helpfully included that she’d blacked out as well, which was why they were in a hospital now. Her brother still looked really shaken up though. Throughout this wild tale of a rabid bear attacking, Erin had swallowed and stared at her younger brother, already remembering everything that had happened, and it did not match up with his story at all. Hoarsely requesting the two of them be left alone for a bit, the siblings were granted privacy while Marie and Benjamin went to get them all something to eat. Silence followed their departure for a long minute before Erin spoke, or demanded really. “Why didn’t you tell them?” The sharp and loud tone she’d used made the young boy flinch for a second, which quickly spread a sharp pang of guilt through Erin’s system. Quietly she then asked a different question entirely, “Are you hurt?” Protectiveness towards her brother already began to flare up, as well as a reasonable fear that she’d caused him harm. Blake looked down before mumbling something that Erin could heard clear as day, “No, I’m not hurt...” just scared of you, that last bit was left unsaid, but all Erin could think about was how afraid her brother looked, how he wasn’t close to the hospital bed at all. Blake’s hands found their way to his hoodie pockets too, still refusing to look back up at her. “I didn’t tell them because I think, you should do that.” A shocked silence followed from Erin, how would she explain something like that to mom and dad? Any reply the teen would have given her brother was abruptly cut off as the door opened back up, their parents coming back into the room with a tray of drab looking food. Despite the meal looking gross though, a new appetite filled Erin’s stomach, so she ate the disgusting dinner anyways. She was later discharged the next day as well, since the doctors said that she appeared to be healthy, with no cause for concern other than an increased body temperature. They’d prescribed her medications to hopefully help, which Erin angrily insisted she didn’t need after a week of them doing absolutely nothing for her. Her parents were of course worried for their daughter, as she stayed irritable and snapped back at them more often than not. Blake was still distant and left Erin alone at every opportunity to do so, for which Erin couldn’t blame him. She herself didn’t even know what was going on with her own body, and pretending to be normal frustrated her day in and day out. Pretending that it was all just because of a crazed bear didn’t help matters either, not when she was the bear. Then, eventually the days that she could stay out of school for being “sick” were all used up, and she had to go back into the swarms of students. The first day was overwhelmingly bad for Erin, as she had barely entered the school before tensing up as intense, potent smells practically burned their way into her brain. Too much perfume on one of the girls made Erin very nearly want to vomit as well, it just smelt so awful. It hadn't smelt particularly nice before, but now it was way worse to be around. The second thing that she started to notice, was how much of the conversations around her she could hear. Words practically blurred together in a wild buzz of clashing noise. Erin ended up tightly clenching a fist and clutching her aching head in an attempt to ward off the stimulation induced headache, which only seemed to get worse as the day drug on. Her self control had waned constantly as well, as some the littlest aggravating things could cause Erin to internally bristle. One feeling that rose up unexpectedly, was during lunch when another student began shouting loudly one table over from her. The urge to literally bite the kid's throat out just to quiet them down quickly made Erin throw away her wasted food and leave the lunchroom in favor of reading in the library where hardly anyone was now. It was hard to breathe around so many people, and difficult for Erin to stay in a crowd for too long. Truthfully, only time will prove if Erin can control herself enough to not cause any problems in school, especially since she is so new to phasing and can just barely tolerate strangers around her now. Her body has also started to literally crawl with the urge to shift and shed her skin. It’s something Erin doesn’t know how to deal with, because the thought of being a beast once again scares her. She’d almost lost control before, who’s to say that it won’t happen again? But preventing herself from giving into phasing, might lead to more harm than good for the new wolf. At one point time though, Erin couldn’t help in thinking how ironic it was, that she somehow turned into a beast of folklore and nightmares. The teen has lately begun to feel as though she can almost remember something familiar, a memory on the tip of her tongue. Something she was once told, which greatly reminds the teenager of what she’s gone through the last few weeks. Erin just can’t place it yet. | ooc info  ☆ NAME JessieDagger (Jessie) ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS N/a ☆ TIMEZONE EST ☆ HOW DID YOU FIND US? Advertisement on TheBeginning ☆ ANY OTHER INFO? I'm pretty awkward I guess? ☆ SECRET PHRASE garden burger |
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