sloane, tempra

[tempra sloane]

HEY MY NAME IS TEMPRA PERSEPHONE SLOANE AND I AM 21 YEARS OLD. I AM A CROSS BETWEEN SWIFT FOX AND HUMAN AND I AM RANKED AS AN OBVIOUSLY SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENT AND I WAS BORN ON SEPTEMBER 13TH IN KANSAS. MY NATIONALITY IS AMERICAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE MARY-KATE OLSEN. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM QUIET AND STRONG, DESTRUCTIVE, LONER, STRANGE, QUICK, NIMBLE, PETITE, AND RUDE BUT WHAT THE HELL DO THEY KNOW? TO BE HONEST, I’M BEING PLAYED BY SOPHIE.

CODEWORD IVORY!

OVERALL HISTORY
It's a story and a family like no other. A single mother who had got knocked up one day from a crazy late night out that she doesn't remember, but she felt completely lucky, even if some her age would consider getting pregnant an unlucky thing. She was in her early twenties, and she was a happy-go-lucky blond with blue eyes, and she had been celebrating her birthday with friends at a local club when she met a dark and mysterious fellow that she couldn't resist. Drink after drink she was closer to being wasted, and closer to being completely loose, in every sense of the phrase.

Angelina Sloane woke in her own apartment, alone. She had little recognition of the night before but she knew she must have had fun seeing as how every article of clothing she must have been wearing were thrown on the floor. It only took her three months before she realized she was pregnant, because before she knew it she began bloating and having serious sickness during the day for no reason. When her friends suggested that idea she freaked, but she knew it had to have been true.

A month later she found it was true, and then several months down the line she was doing what every confused first time pregnant women were doing. Learning everything they could before the baby was born. After a long few months of cramming herself of knowledge she was in the hospital giving birth to not only one baby, but two. She was having female identical twins, and even though the doctor had suggested putting them into an orphanage would be the best thing for her since she was young and not the richest thing on the planet, she kept them.

No matter what the two blonds were her babies, and she loved them. Even if she had no idea who the father was.

They grew up young and bright, and beautiful. They were inseparable and they loved their mother, even if they couldn't have everything they wanted. That wasn't what mattered to the three of them; what mattered was love and family. None of them had expected that the loving family would be or could be split apart in a matter of seconds. Not until the day it had happened. It had been a typically normal day up until the moment when the youngest twin was taken.

The three of them were shopping, in the most normal location anyone could shop, a grocery store. The twin's mother had grown and matured a lot since the day her darling's were born, and the twin's themselves weren't all that bad either. They were well-behaved and civilized girls, like most siblings they play fought and bugged each other, but no matter what their was always a loving feel to it. They were completely different in every way, but they were twins despite it all. Angelina had turned her back for a split second, and when she turned back to look at her rather quiet children she only saw one doe-eyed looking blond, a frightened expression and tears welling in her eyes.

Angelina looked all over the place for her other daughter, only to see her being dragged out the grocery store by someone unrecognizable. Angelina chased after them but as soon as she was out the sliding doors a loud explosion occurred and the person had disappeared with her fourteen year old daughter, her youngest, and the twin of the one who was gripping on her mother's hand for dear life. Ever since then Angelina has been looking for her youngest daughter, Tempra Persephone Sloane, the twin of the other, and the one she hoped wasn't dead even though there had been an explosion.

Of course the local police investigated the situation due to the fact that there was a missing child involved. Nothing tied the girl to the explosion, even though Angelina found that an obvious get-away maneuver. Even though the police had told her to let it go, they would investigate more and update her on their finding she went weeks without a phone call of any news. Angelina took the matter in her own hands, she wanted her daughter and, gosh darn it she was going to get her. After about six weeks of searching the police finally called and said they had a lead but Angelina didn't trust it. No more than a few hours after the call she had a visit from the local sheriff, her daughter had been found, dead. They proceeded to tell her that they had found her on the bank of the river, just on the line of the trees, burned. Supposedly there was enough DNA and skin to recognize her as Tempra, but that was all. Aside from the clothing. Having to identify her child didn't even convince her, but the corpse did look like that of Tempra. Only, a mother knew if her baby was hurt; she had a feeling her's wasn't dead.

So weeks later after some serious work, in which to convince the child's mother and the police of her death, the kidnapped and the kidnapper were off. Without the knowledge or permission of either subject the youngest daughter, Tempra, had been taken off to a different place from the one she had known. This place was alone on an island, underground, secret. Of course she was too young to comprehend and she believed every word the person who had taken her uttered about it being the perfect play area for a child her age. Tempra followed, her eyes wide as ever, shock written on her face. Little did she know that she would be tested on, that her DNA would be fused to another DNA, but this other was that of a Swift Fox, an endangered species.

It didn't take as short a time as it had for most successes. She was slightly unusual, and for a while it seemed as though she would be a failure. Her DNA would not mesh with the Swift Fox DNA. Finally the DNA strands had found a match and the girl, who had now grown by several years, was a different person and a successful experiment. She couldn't remember anything, but when she woke up she had needle point sized abrasions and bruises from which she may have gotten from a struggle, on an island that look familiar, but she couldn't place it. She felt different, everything looked so much brighter then she remembered - if she was even remembering anything at all. Tempra could smell everything around her, and her brain could acknowledge what the smell was from. There was something missing; she could smell, and see, and feel everything around her ... but she couldn't hear a single thing that she saw running through the forest, or birds that were obviously chirping or flapping their wings.

Tempra was different, and with this she knew she was just lucky to remember her name. But that was all she remembered. And as she ran her hand through her blond hair she was shocked to find furry ears standing tall and alert on her head, she could feel something swatting behind her, and when she realized it was a gigantic tan tale with black tips she screamed, though she couldn't hear it for herself.

She was in a strange place, as a strange creature.

HISTORY AS JUST A GIRL
Oddly enough she had grown up the youngest of she and her twin sister, but you could never guess seeing as how Tempra was always the one protecting the other during storms and anything else the girl was frightened of. It's not that her older sibling, by two minutes, was easily frightened or a weakling, there were just simple things, normal fears, that anyone could have been frightened of. When she was younger, Tempra was quite the nice child, but she had always been the quieter of the two. Typically soft spoke she wouldn't say a word out of line or in a harsh tone, and she would never yell unless extremely excited.

Tempra had always been a strong girl, more so than a young girl should be, even with her petite frame. She had always been smaller than her sister, to the point that many were worried for the small girl, but she was agile, athletic, and completely healthy by standards of your typical pediatrician. Angelina had nothing to worry about as it was said, but like many other, she still worried about her baby girl. She was small and fragile, but she was never easy to break.

Standing her ground and speaking her mind was usually her last resort; and even then she rarely used it. Tempra tended to use her wits and her strength as a force against anything in which she fought; though she wasn't one to get into fights. She was never the kind of girl to easily submit, but she would never fight authority if they had the upper hand - that was something that would never change.

Often Tempra was found outside, unlike most girls her age, she liked to be and get dirty no matter what. She was often found playing with the boys her age in sport and dragging her sister along for support. She was athletic, but not to the point to say she was a great player, she was average in every sport she played, nothing too fantastic. Her only talent, along side her sister, would be dance and acting. It was something they both grew a passion for. Tempra however was usually never too serious about any path that would lead to success, but she was serious about dance and acting.

Angelina took great pride in saying that Tempra liked dance and acting, though she did prefer dance as her sister preferred acting. Admittedly it seemed as though the girls could never be separated, and even though that was mostly true, they did have their own friends and their own lives. Tempra for instance, though quiet and seemingly in control often slipped into the path of trouble, in a similar path that her mother had once followed. Though before it could go any further she was kidnapped, if you would call it that at age fourteen. She was taken from her mother and sister, as she and the other exited the grocery store in which she was taken from her family a loud explosion presented itself, and almost in that split second she was in a different place.

She hadn't a clue where she was or for what reason she was there, but she knew it wasn't a good idea. Of course, being curious and submissive to those who presented themselves with authority she walked around with a doe-eyed look on her face in utter shock at the intimidation this place had against her. Where the hell was she, and what were they going to do?

AFTER THE TESTS
Seven years. It took them seven years to find the right human DNA strand to use with the DNA strand that they had of the Swift Fox. All the tests, all the trial and re-trial, it took the scientists seven years to get the petite girl's DNA to mesh with that of the fox. It was a strange combination for them, that the girl took so long to be a success, but she may or may not be worth it. Either way, they couldn't just keep her there.

It only took a few weeks for the full effects to occur. Tempra's face started to change, it became more golden-tan with a tint of black around the sides of her nose, large golden ears perked up out of her golden hair, and her eyes became the brightest golden-hazel anyone could have ever seen. Along with that, her whole body was slightly shorter and slender, and her body was more lithe than it had been. Wrapping around her body was a large golden-tan tail with black tips that matched the marks around her nose. She was still quiet, though she was much more quick and steady on her feet, she was fidgety, and even though she could see that the people surrounding her were talking she couldn't hear a single word they uttered.

She had never felt so frightened in her life, all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry, instead she ran for it. Tempra didn't get far, and after she had come to an end she didn't know what happened, but when she woke up she was no longer running. Tempra was surrounded by trees, balled in the fetal position, with animals circling her. She opened her mouth to scream, and she could feel that she was, but she couldn't hear a single screech. Tempra couldn't hear the animals that were scurrying about her, she couldn't hear her screams, and when someone finally found her (probably from hearing her scream) she couldn't hear a word they spoke, and she could barely read their lips.

Otherwise, Tempra Persephone Sloane was alone on the island, with only the knowledge of what her name was and that she wasn't normal. Not like her only friend (which is open).