Post by miliat on Oct 11, 2008 17:31:12 GMT -5
Character's Name (Nicknames): Mab
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Category: Werewolf
Sexual Orientation: She's all about boys right now...
Family: Lilith (Mother) and Archer (Father)
Character History: Mab was born and raised in the pack. Her mother was happy to have her and doted on her, while her father, though nice to her, secretly wished she had been a boy. She attempted to play with her agemates, but Winter was never nice to her, and she was told that she shouldn't get close to Storm. At a young age the pack politics were already influencing her life. So she spent most of the time vying for the attention of the older children, only to be pushed away or left behind.
Mab developed early, gaining curves at age 12 that 16 year olds would be jealous of. And Mab was very aware of it, she became somewhat vain. She flaunted it, already acting like some of the more flirty females in the pack, even though she wasn't a wolf yet. Something about her cried to be taken at that age, but her father kept a watchful eye on her when he wasn't busy elsewhere. Knowing that Archer would probably blow a gasket on anyone who touched her that young, most of the males in the pack denied her advances. Of course, there was only one even at that age she really had her eye on, and that was Ghost. She followed him around when she had the opportunity, tried to make herself look older, trying to get him to pay attention to her and possibly take her. In her mind, it was a grand game, and she just knew eventually he would give in to her. She was beautiful, well made, and aggressive after all.
Then Mab's life changed foreve. Their pack was passing judgment on a newer pack of wolves. It was during the first few days with the new pack, and no one saw it coming. Mab was out in the woods, climbing trees, playing by herself as she often did, when the wolf grabbed her. She fought back, screaming, growling, biting, scratching, but what was a little girl's strength to that of a werewolf in half-form. The claws ripped through the lower half of her face, shutting up her screaming, the shock of the pain stopped her struggling. The wolf took her violently in that half-form, claws ripping into flesh, and then he bit into her. He left her for dead though, as much as she was bleeding from where he had ravaged her sexually and where his claws and teeth had ripped at her, she most likely should have been dead. Mab lay there, shocked, her body growing cold, but then Mab was raised in one of the deadliest werewolf packs there was. She slowly stood, and without crying, without anything such as a peep at her pain and misery she found her way back to camp. She was naked and bleeding, a horrifying sight, and even when the eyes of the rest of the pack were on her, she made not a sound. She went to her mother, who was standing there in shock and laid down on the ground beside of her.
She was bandaged and taken care of, even with how strong she had seemed coming back to camp, she barely made it through alive. The wolf who had done it to her was hunted down, caught and punished before his pack. Mab watched quietly as they killed him, no satisfaction, no need for revenge in her eyes, just standing there staring into his eyes as he died. For a while Mab was withdrawn, she stopped following Ghost around, and after her first change she seemed to revel in being a wolf. She especially loves going into the half-form, and can be found looking at her reflection in that form more than any other. In that form she is still scarred but she is intimidating.
After the shock of what happened to her wore off, the teasing started. At first she took it, without any response to the meaner members of the pack. One day, she broke though, and got into a fight with one of her tormentors. She would have throated him if her father hadn't pulled her off of him.
Once it seemed she had dealt with what happened to her, and fully embraced the wolf in her, she started acting somewhat of her old self. Of course that vanity had left her, she was disfigured, and that narcissism at her appearance had no more foundation. She knew she was still a sexual and desirable creature though, and she returned to following Ghost around. She still wanted him, wanted him to take her, and she thinks that her father would approve, that somehow it might make Ghost really part of their family.
Character Appearance:
Strengths/Weaknesses: Werewolf strengths. Tenacity
Personality: She has moments where she will out and out just keep quiet and not respond to anything. There are moments though, that if taunted enough she will go ballistic. Any of the older wolves who have tried to dominate her, have found themselves with a girl who refuses to give up, she fights dirty, and she fights to the point that they would have to kill her to make her submit. In her mind, the only creature she wants to submit to is Ghost, the rest of the pack be damned. She's strong willed and aggressive. Something dark hides behind her eyes.
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Category: Werewolf
Sexual Orientation: She's all about boys right now...
Family: Lilith (Mother) and Archer (Father)
Character History: Mab was born and raised in the pack. Her mother was happy to have her and doted on her, while her father, though nice to her, secretly wished she had been a boy. She attempted to play with her agemates, but Winter was never nice to her, and she was told that she shouldn't get close to Storm. At a young age the pack politics were already influencing her life. So she spent most of the time vying for the attention of the older children, only to be pushed away or left behind.
Mab developed early, gaining curves at age 12 that 16 year olds would be jealous of. And Mab was very aware of it, she became somewhat vain. She flaunted it, already acting like some of the more flirty females in the pack, even though she wasn't a wolf yet. Something about her cried to be taken at that age, but her father kept a watchful eye on her when he wasn't busy elsewhere. Knowing that Archer would probably blow a gasket on anyone who touched her that young, most of the males in the pack denied her advances. Of course, there was only one even at that age she really had her eye on, and that was Ghost. She followed him around when she had the opportunity, tried to make herself look older, trying to get him to pay attention to her and possibly take her. In her mind, it was a grand game, and she just knew eventually he would give in to her. She was beautiful, well made, and aggressive after all.
Then Mab's life changed foreve. Their pack was passing judgment on a newer pack of wolves. It was during the first few days with the new pack, and no one saw it coming. Mab was out in the woods, climbing trees, playing by herself as she often did, when the wolf grabbed her. She fought back, screaming, growling, biting, scratching, but what was a little girl's strength to that of a werewolf in half-form. The claws ripped through the lower half of her face, shutting up her screaming, the shock of the pain stopped her struggling. The wolf took her violently in that half-form, claws ripping into flesh, and then he bit into her. He left her for dead though, as much as she was bleeding from where he had ravaged her sexually and where his claws and teeth had ripped at her, she most likely should have been dead. Mab lay there, shocked, her body growing cold, but then Mab was raised in one of the deadliest werewolf packs there was. She slowly stood, and without crying, without anything such as a peep at her pain and misery she found her way back to camp. She was naked and bleeding, a horrifying sight, and even when the eyes of the rest of the pack were on her, she made not a sound. She went to her mother, who was standing there in shock and laid down on the ground beside of her.
She was bandaged and taken care of, even with how strong she had seemed coming back to camp, she barely made it through alive. The wolf who had done it to her was hunted down, caught and punished before his pack. Mab watched quietly as they killed him, no satisfaction, no need for revenge in her eyes, just standing there staring into his eyes as he died. For a while Mab was withdrawn, she stopped following Ghost around, and after her first change she seemed to revel in being a wolf. She especially loves going into the half-form, and can be found looking at her reflection in that form more than any other. In that form she is still scarred but she is intimidating.
After the shock of what happened to her wore off, the teasing started. At first she took it, without any response to the meaner members of the pack. One day, she broke though, and got into a fight with one of her tormentors. She would have throated him if her father hadn't pulled her off of him.
Once it seemed she had dealt with what happened to her, and fully embraced the wolf in her, she started acting somewhat of her old self. Of course that vanity had left her, she was disfigured, and that narcissism at her appearance had no more foundation. She knew she was still a sexual and desirable creature though, and she returned to following Ghost around. She still wanted him, wanted him to take her, and she thinks that her father would approve, that somehow it might make Ghost really part of their family.
Character Appearance:
Strengths/Weaknesses: Werewolf strengths. Tenacity
Personality: She has moments where she will out and out just keep quiet and not respond to anything. There are moments though, that if taunted enough she will go ballistic. Any of the older wolves who have tried to dominate her, have found themselves with a girl who refuses to give up, she fights dirty, and she fights to the point that they would have to kill her to make her submit. In her mind, the only creature she wants to submit to is Ghost, the rest of the pack be damned. She's strong willed and aggressive. Something dark hides behind her eyes.