Lange, Amanda

[Amanda Lange]

AMANDA LANGE

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Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and
you're still there
Far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there

In the full moons light I listen to the stream
And in between the silence hear you calling me
But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been
And If I come home how will I ever leave

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WELCOME TO FORKS

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FULL NAME: amanda marie lange
ALSO KNOWN AS: amy, ams
Nicknames:
Born: November 17, 1989
Phased: September 2007
Died: {not yet
Loyalty: myself - lange pack
Occupation: junior, n/a

IN THE MIRROR

Species: shape-shifter : werewolf
Gender: f
Height: 5' 5''
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: olive tone

Amy Lange, a girl with short & curly raven-black hair, and fair olive skin-tone. She has a heart face shape, chiseled nose, with a slender figure at the height of 5' 5''.
Her eyes are wide-set almond shaped edged with long dark lashes while the color is a light blue nearly gray, that are in contrast with her darker skin-tone. Her lips similar to her nose are thin on top, full at the bottom. They are a natural mauve while behind those lie lovely white and straight teeth. When the full moon rises her wolf form is a near-duplicate to a shape-shifter. Although smaller in comparison, she packs a mean punch and is not to be taken lightly. Her form is raven-black fur like her hair and when aggravated will stand on end. Her eyes remain that familiar blue however her pupils dilate and in the dark she's the perfect night-watcher...
She typically wears casual and vintage apparel. Such as blue jeans, a t-shirt, some tennis-shoes the works. Her black hair tied into a messy pony-tail, in a clip, or let down to touch her shoulders.
Her taste in fashion is unique and varies as she believes there are too many trends to keep up with and a waste of time and money to look like everybody else. Her fingernails are stubby usually painted in reds, blues, blacks, and nearly every metallic available. The girl loves colors and tends to wear them a lot. She's a painter and loves to get into her work so don't be surprised to find her with paint splatters (or large spots) all over her clothes.

PLAY-BY: Szohr, Jessica - Amy Lange

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STRENGTHS:
• Devoted to her pack
• Alex & Her sister|brother
• Pioneering and courageous
• Adventurous and energetic
• Enthusiastic and confident
• Dynamic and quick-witted
• Loyal and creative
• Honest and understanding (sorta)
• Compassionate


WEAKNESSES:
• Alex & her sister|brother
• Quick-tempered
• Impatient
• Worries her pack might someday leave her
• Trust (especially strangers)
• cutting ties
• her pack


LIKES:
• her pack
• Alex & her sister|brother
• feeling balanced
• being acknowledged
• being liked
• challenges (she's capable of winning)
• painting
• singing along to her ipod playlist (while painting)
• green (color and Go Green!)
• honeysuckle & sweet pea
• pomegranates and pineapples
• colors
• reading books (romance & fantasy)
• Tuesdays
• fighting for causes
• prefers alternative-rock music
• honesty
• travel
• food!


DISLIKES:
• having to trust strangers
• being ignored
• whiny people
• admitting failure
• no opposition
• other peoples advice
• being placed less than first
• anyone who performs better than she
• the indoors
• being alone
• pageantry and grandeur
• injustice
• slaves to fashion
• thinking of the past


THE BRIGHT SIDE
Amanda Lange's personality is fiery and warm, passionate and self-expressive. Indeed, she feels very deeply about other people as she does not have a strong sense of separation. Self-sacrificing devotion, and is capable of truly unconditional love for others. Her warm and enthusiastic natures radiate and she can be extremely demonstrative!
Gregarious, sociable and extrovert, Lange is a great person to have around as she is usually the life and soul of any party, thanks to her enthusiastic natures.
Sometimes however the girl's face becomes creased with worry and disapproval when she is crossed in love.
Amy is a courageous leader, likely to take risks and will usually feel: "I know best". Give her a good cause for which to fight, a problem to solve, or something to pioneer, and this enterprising personality comes into its own. She is motivated by a need for security, this is good for business matters and can be trusted to carry things through with absolute care. As a natural nature lover, Amy values the environment and will do everything possible to preserve it, even if that only extends to her immediate surroundings.

ON THE DARK SIDE
Strangely enough for this very active girl, one of her main failings is procrastination. She is extremely impatient and intolerant of delay.
Amy is likely to put off what must be done, and will resort to lies rather than be inconvenienced by the uninteresting, or be forced to do that which she does not want to do.
She can be blunt, ignorantly offensive, or employ bullying tactics to selfishly get her own way. This is an assertive young woman, and she can be very stubborn in her way of looking at things. She's mostly direct, and hates keeping things inside, but sometimes may resign to this out of necessity (which can make her feel ill). She seeks to bring things out into the light, so that they can be dealt with properly and effectively. Amy can be very sensitive to the way she is treated by others (especially those in the pack) and most likely will react aggressively when she feels disrespected or put down.

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Family Members

aiden lange (deceased father)
nina lange (deceased mother)
____ Lange (brother)
____ Lange (sister)
Luke Chamblee (uncle)
Nayeli Chamblee (aunt)
Declan Chamblee (cousin)
Alex ____ (boyfriend)
The Pack

XTRAS

Abilities:
Telepathy with her pack
Delayed aging
Advanced healing, senses, endurance, durability & strength

1/4 Hungarian, Nanticoke Lenape on both sides of family, and Quileute
Special Abilities:
Ability to use the Alpha command
Limited telepathy with other Alphas
unlike typical werewolves, because of her Quileute ancestry she can shift at will


MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT: realizing she was more werewolf than she'd thought

BEST HAPPENING: her sister finally listening to her, reluctant or not

WORST HAPPENING: accidentally bit by her on-off boyfriend (now beta) turning her into a werewolf :: biting her sister

PAST CHAPTERS:
Born and raised in Seaford, a tiny town in Sussex County, Delaware on November 17, 1989. My parents were high-school sweethearts and descendants of the Nanticoke Lenape tribe. My dad was also part Hungarian, which is how he had these navy blue eyes. That's how me and my brother and sister inherited them too, and my brother and I got curly blue-black hair from my mom. My mom was part Nanticoke, and Quileute. The town we were raised in was tiny only 1,495 people reside there. We lived by the beach and I had the best of summers spent there. My brother is Six years older, so he made me into this tom-boy I guess. My sister and I are a year apart and she's always been the fun and bubbly one, her name is _____. She may have always said, "I'm a tomboy", but come on, now that's a lie. The girl freaked out at the beach because there was too much sand and didn't like how it felt on her feet! Yeah okay it's normal for kids especially, but we lived on the beach front and the girl had a mini-tantrum till she was eleven! However broken nails are totally understandable, cause they freakin hurt! Anyways,by then my brother left for some odd reason no one would tell us about. I knew he wasn't into college, so I thought it weird for him to bail so soon.

My sis and I went to school together up until ninth grade, I was 14 and my sister was still in middle school when I was finally free. Well there I was with no friends as usual 'cause for some reason the other girls thought I was weird with the way I looked. I'll admit I did show up with paint on my clothes, and in my hair, and a couple of smudges on my hand. So what?! I love to paint! Oh, and another thing that weirded them out was how I would listen to my mp3 player and sing-along (especially Muse). That's how I met Alex.

He was in a couple of my classes but I never payed attention. He sits next to me he makes the table a little warmer and while I'm singing to the music I notice he gorged his food down in like a minute. I blink thinking wow this guy must be starving at home or guys eat way more than I thought. So I close my eyes and right in the chorus- the music cuts off. Instantly I open my eyes and look down to see it's been shut off and I know I didn't do it! He clears his throat and says, "Any louder and I'll have a concert in my ears." and I scowl and tell 'em he can go find some ear-plugs. He laughs and I laugh too, I notice he doesn't look too bad, not bad at all. His eyes are a much brighter blue, and his chestnut brown hair is all messy and well, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked more like a senior than a freshman. So we talk more and by the time lunch ends we know our tastes in music, how he can tolerate muse, and I tell him I'll get him to like it one way or another. He's fourteen too, I tell 'em he doesn't look his age and he rolls his eyes. We talk about our families, how he lives with his parents, aunts and uncles, and a couple cousins. I explain to him how I have a small family; parents, little sister, older brother, and one uncle on my mom's side but he lives on the Quileute reservation with his wife and kid in Washington. The next months go by and after lunches together, dates on the weekends, and hanging out everyday, he's pretty much my boyfriend. Not only that but we've had our make-out moments. Still I wonder why I haven't gotten the 'we need to talk' talk yet, but I'm so glad it hasn't happened. So life continues and we fight and break-up, then kiss and make-up (hot-n-cold reference there).

We're inseparable for three years, and I'm thinking nothing can or will change. Everything is good, until I show up at school and he's at my locker waiting for me. He looks exhausted, yet distant. Our eyes meet and the words I've expected bet never wanted to hear came out; "We need to talk." I try to ignore him by distracting myself with shuffling papers around in my locker. He knows what I'm doing and continues. He tells me how as much as he loves me he can't see me anymore and how his life is way too complicated. Complicated?! His family is amazing, all friendly and fun and have those bright blue eyes and other than that look totally different. So I just look at him and tell myself to suck it up, "What's so complicated in your life that you can't tell me about?" He looks at me his eyes clouded with secrets he's been keeping. I knew he had been keeping something from me, every month he'd be on edge and try to keep away from me by giving me a lame excuse about studying. Every month he would come to school or to my house looking drained and haggard. He says I wouldn't understand and rushes to bio leaving me staring after him. We ignore each other the rest of the day but remember I have to stop by the library and return a book. As I wait at the desk for Ms. Irving to come from the faculty lounge I look at a couple of the books in the damaged pile. Psychology, a couple of romance novels, something by Charles dickens, and there's this black book with a blue ribbon sticking out. I can't see a title on the spine but from what I'm seeing it's in perfect condition, so curious, I lift the books off and pull it out. I go sit at a table in the back and open; Lycanthrope. Funny name, but something about it seems familiar, the ribbon in particular. I see who's recently checked it out and my eyes narrow because my boyfriend...ex-boyfriend's name is on there and he's renewed it several times. Now I remember where I had seen it, his house on the computer desk but he never damages books. Flipping to the first page I begin reading. At first I'm wondering why is he reading about werewolves, that is until I'm done with the first three chapters. It was like a guide, highlighted, quoted, corrected, it made the book seem like a revised manuscript. The corrections startled me. It was his handwriting everywhere. How werewolves can only be killed by another of their kind or by vampire, the packs although rare must have an alpha, alphena, or an alpha couple and generally consists of a male, a female, and their offspring, essentially making the pack a nuclear family. They communicate through something similar to a train of thought and by similar means of a dog. Their eye color is a distinguished florescent-blue, change by the full moon, able to reproduce though their werewolf genetics don't usually get passed down. Imprinting, like when a baby chick hatches and the first thing they see becomes their whole life. The difference is how long it will take until you see whoever your mate is.
The librarian still wasn't here and because my mind was whirling around and thinking some crazy thought about Alex, I ran out of there and drove home. I took the book with me. When I got home Cora told me our parents weren't here yet. That was strange considering they went to Maryland a few days ago, and this morning when I had spoke on the phone to them they said they'd be home in a couple hours. I made macaroni and cheese for diner, showered, then sat at the kitchen island to continue reading. But the more I read, the more worried I became. Every correction was from Alex, and yet it was describing himself. I got my laptop and went back to the island, looked up full moons from the past six months we've been dating. My eyes bulge, all the dates match with his behavior. Tonight was a full moon...

The telephone rang and I jumped in my seat then reached for the phone. Some doctor was calling, I asked what this was about and he explains to me how my parents got into this accident while driving down the highway and have been taken to the hospital, ICU. The doc tells me this happened hours ago but it took a while for them to find any contacts. I run upstairs and tell my sister and she starts freaking out and I am too, but only on the inside 'cause I know if I remain calm she will too. I didn't sleep. My sis slept on the couch by the window, I was at the island by the phone. My eyes felt heavy when the phone rang and I instantly picked up. It was the worst kind of news. I broke down and cried and Coraline hears me. I don't have to tell her, she knows and does the same. I have no clue where we'll go. My uncle Luke I haven't seen in years and I don't know where the reservation is. The full moon was high in the sky. I needed to see Alex.
I don't take the car, this time I run because it's the best way for me to fight back the tears and I know I'm not far and I need to see him. He lives in this huge antique house that is covered with plants and the lawn with trees. When I finally reach it, I gasp. At first I thought it was some kind of black bear, but it was walking on all fours, it's fur was standing on end and it's florescent blue eyes were staring at me, waiting for my move. The blue eyes though, they looked so familiar. I shook my head in disbelief, not because I thought it crazy...because I knew it was real. "Alex?"

He leans his head to the side and steps toward me. I take a step towards him. "Yeah, I guess this does complicate things." he looks worried- scared. Despite the warning flashing in his eyes, I looked past him and into the trees behind. The moonlight reflected off an animals large eyes. As I took a step closer I began to focus on not only one pair of them, but five. The leader I presumed must have taken a step closer for at that moment I heard a rustling from that direction and Alex tugging me away by my jeans. Something bad was about to happen and he wanted me outta there fast. As I turned to break for it, the muscles in my leg tightened and I felt an intense pain that brought me to my knees. The others came to a stop about ten feet away. Each of them similar yet distinguished from another. The leader nodded it's head toward me then with pitiful eyes stared then retreated. I knew for sure what was about to happen but rolled up the denim to the knee. It was so slight seemingly harmless. His head bows, like a dog that knows what they've done wrong. I read the book, I knew. My anger was rising as it always would and just when I was about to start shouting at him for all the reasons we had broken up before, that this was it. I wanted to kill him for not telling me, trusting me, I was angry with everything. My boyfriend and his trust issues, my dead parents, me for being stupid and believing everything would work out. At that moment I exploded, it was so quick I barely noticed but my head was pounding.
Amy! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't know how much pressure I put pulling you away. I didn't mean to do this. Not to you, anyone! It was weird how I could hear him yet he said nothing. That was in the book too, but I wasn't sure if I could do the same, it was worth a try.
Stop panicking and just tell me how to change back and I'll forget all about it. I look down and see my paws, raven black and huge.
It's not that simple...you'll have to wait until the sun rises. About an hour I think. I hear my growling, it's loud. Like a train.
Why didn't you tell me? Instead I have to find out from your book? Now what am I supposed to do? First my parents, now this!
He shakes his head What's up with your parents?
My growling grows louder They died you moron! That's why I came to talk to you...where the hell are we supposed to go? Now how's my sister supposed to stay with me when I'm this?
He looked in shock for a moment then shook his head back and forth.
I'm really, really, sorry. But there is a way you know. To keep your sis. I stopped growling and leaned my head to the side,
And what's that? Should I bite her too! I was being sarcastic but the look on his face was grave. I began thrashing my head from side to side, NO WAY!
He took a step closer, It's the only way and you'd have to do it fast, before the sun comes up. A lot is going to change, trust me. But she'll have a reason to stay put.

In that instant I ran home everything was like a blur going by yet completely in focus. It was amazing, but not worth what was about to happen. I see her through the living room window and she's asleep. I throw my head back and scream, she'd come running instantly. The sound that came was nowhere near a scream, it was a howl. She sat straight up and looked at me, her navy eyes were mortified. My reflection in the window was scary. My eyes were the same fluorescent blue Alex and his family possessed. My fur was raven colored, like my curls. I saw her grab a broom before heading to the front door. The door swung open slamming into the wall. "Get! Get outta here before I call animal control!" she shouted
I rolled my eyes, big mistake 'cause I felt something hit me. The broom. She swung the broom at me! Then she swung again, this time it struck my face and I was mad. Her hand was on the broom, and the broom was in the air. The only place I could bite was her...ankle!
I lunged full force and sunk my teeth into her left ankle, she screamed but it trailed after she fell back and hit the grass. She seemed disoriented at first, but once her eyes met mine she reached for the broom, her eyes filled with rage. She looked more like a mad rabbit. Just as she was about to swing or maybe try and stab me, she exploded too. Her fur was dark brown and it was more wavy and shiny. Her once navy eyes like mine, brightened.
Ouch... her head was shaking
Sorry. I nodded, her eyes bulged.
You?! You did this? How? I mean...when did yo...why?
We're not going to stay in some foster home. We'll stay at Alex's house until we find Uncle Luke. Alex owes me... a growl was coming on but stopped short.
I owe you? Alex came running, I looked back at my sister. She rolled her eyes, Should've known you'd be the one to start trouble. Anyone wanna explain this to me? This is all giving me a headache!
Of course Alex ignored her,
Actually my mom says we should leave, much safer you know. he shook his head, he looked confused.
I moved towards him, What's wrong?
He looked up at me, I'm apart of my parents pack, family only. We have too much already, and I've had enough experience so they think I'm mature. Meaning when we leave one of us has to be the leader. I have know idea how it works. he shook his head again and whined.
I looked at the two for a second. To follow my sister would be like following a blind man through a cave. My boyfriend has trust issues, and can't find directions without using his instincts, also known as Map Quest. Wow, so this is what it's like to take initiative. I didn't have experience, and despite how big headed I sounded, I was the most responsible out of these two.
I'll do it. You're going to have to help though. You got us into this mess, you'll help us out. they stared in silence then glanced at each other. Alex was the first to smile, I don't know about this, but I'll go with it. With you I mean. She spun around, it looked like she was chasing her tail. Was this all it was? Say I'm alphena and there, you just are?
Let's get our stuff. I headed into the house. Simultaneously...they followed.

Once we phased back to norm, I was surprised how I didn't imprint on Alex. Wasn't that supposed to happen? Well, there was no time to ask questions yet, in the meantime we were sent to some friends of Alex's family in Europe. There names were Kendra and Nikolas, they looked very young and of course had those bright blue eyes. They explained to us how they had been hiding from the Volturi and how the species was in near extinction. My sister and I exchanged glances and I asked who the Volturi was. They too exchanged worrisome looks, then turned to us.
"There's a lot we have to tell you." they said in a whisper before they continued. Vampires, our natural enemies existed by the dozens. The largest coven was the Volturi, one of their members was terrified of us and sent their guard to get rid of the werewolves all through Europe and Asia. This was news to me. I didn't read anything about Vampires. It freaked me out the way they described them. Don't get me wrong, they sounded like a sight to see. Gorgeous, super-human strength and senses, pale, icy cold. I was slightly intrigued until they mentioned their scent, disgustingly sweet, so bad it isn't considered a sweet smell, only a stench. What's more I hadn't realized we were alot warmer than normal humans. We were all in shorts and tanks yet it was already the fall weather over here. Alex informed me of how vampires also had different dietary habits, the red-eyed drank humans, the golds, animals. I shuddered at that one. I didn't like the idea of a defenseless animal being drained of it's life, at the same time thinking better it than me. A few days later I got a call about my parents funeral. I ran to get my things but Alex and my sis stopped me reminding me if we went back, we'd have questions to answer, get sent who knows where till anyone can get in touch with Uncle Luke. I remember it was the afternoon, when I was so filled with rage and sadness I felt something surge through me. I exploded. I heard them gasp and at first I didn't understand, this is what werewolves did right? Phase? I heard Kendra run outside she looked amazed and horrified. That's when I got it. It was the afternoon, no full-moon out, not even night. I had no clue what was going on now.
"How'd she do that? I thought that was impossible!" my sister shouted. I wanted to tell her to calm down but all I heard was a bark. Alex looked at me then to Kendra, they ran inside the small mountain-side cottage, and I followed. They were explaining what happened to Nikolas, he saw me in the door-way and turned on the lap-top at his desk. They researched everything they could find for an hour or two, while my sis tried to help me phase back. She must have noticed the worried look in my eyes because she told me to calm down. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily for a moment, then my breaths became even and there was this rush of blood that went to my head. When I opened them, a small stack of clothes was on the ground. "You might need these." she smiled. I reached out and glanced at my hand, not a paw, a hand! she dashed into the room and told them how I phased back, when I went in they stared for like a minute. "Anything?" I asked nervously. Great I was the freak of the pack too. Alex bit down on his lip then turned the laptop towards me, when I read, I couldn't believe. Shape-shifters. There had been many legends, especially with native American tribes. My sister asked what that had to do with anything, that's when I found it. Quileutes. She wasn't quite as shocked as I was. Instead she wondered when it might happen to her. Of course miss bubbly would think nothing of this. What if it had happened before? My brother was Eighteen, he left a note but never came home. What if this shape-shifting was his reason? I decided we would stay here for a while, then travel and find others, then visit Uncle Luke and his family and along the way get in touch with my jerk brother. Hoping someday I'll find more information, and maybe learn to control my temper.

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SPOTLIGHT IS ON

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heyyy, it's Amy! and i've been role playing for about, 4+ years. i'm 16 years of age, and found the site fun to create.

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