Post by luna146 on Nov 7, 2008 12:02:11 GMT -8
Name: Luna Mesia
Age: 21
Species: Lycan
Gender: female
Year Born: 1987
Physical Description: Small compared to most Lycans she stands at 5 foot 7. Thin but some muscle as she weights at about 150 pounds. Her blue eyes glow in the dark as her gray fur blows in the wind. Three scars are visible on her right arm from a previous battle.
Strengths: Fast, agile, and can work well in groups.
Weaknesses: Naïve, too trusting, silver, polka music and still very young compared to the rest of her kind.
Personality: Friendly to most Lycans unless someone invades her territory that she doesn’t know, to vampires she’s brutal and hostile towards, to humans she acts obedient but always keeps her guard up in case they are werewolf hunters.
History: Was born a werewolf in a small tribe deep in the woods concealed by the forests. When she was very young The Methuselah's came on whipped out her village while her and her brother was out exploring. It didn’t take long for them to find the two. Her brother died holding them off as Luna ran. Many years latter she hunted down and killed the people responsible for the destruction of her village.
Ex-post: The moon was full as Luna crouched down behind a dumpster outside the local bar. The last Methuselah that was responsible for her village’s destruction was inside drinking. He knew he was the last one left of the original ten. Instead of hiring bodyguards and keeping himself safe he drank his fear of death away. The fool. Easy target for her.
The door to the bar opened and the Methuselah stumbled out. With a gun in his pocket and a bottle in his hands he walked down the ally towards Luna who was ready to pounce. As soon as he walked past she sprang at him and bit down on his neck. Blood squirted out as he gave a low gargling sound. He was dead within seconds. She got her revenge at last.
Age: 21
Species: Lycan
Gender: female
Year Born: 1987
Physical Description: Small compared to most Lycans she stands at 5 foot 7. Thin but some muscle as she weights at about 150 pounds. Her blue eyes glow in the dark as her gray fur blows in the wind. Three scars are visible on her right arm from a previous battle.
Strengths: Fast, agile, and can work well in groups.
Weaknesses: Naïve, too trusting, silver, polka music and still very young compared to the rest of her kind.
Personality: Friendly to most Lycans unless someone invades her territory that she doesn’t know, to vampires she’s brutal and hostile towards, to humans she acts obedient but always keeps her guard up in case they are werewolf hunters.
History: Was born a werewolf in a small tribe deep in the woods concealed by the forests. When she was very young The Methuselah's came on whipped out her village while her and her brother was out exploring. It didn’t take long for them to find the two. Her brother died holding them off as Luna ran. Many years latter she hunted down and killed the people responsible for the destruction of her village.
Ex-post: The moon was full as Luna crouched down behind a dumpster outside the local bar. The last Methuselah that was responsible for her village’s destruction was inside drinking. He knew he was the last one left of the original ten. Instead of hiring bodyguards and keeping himself safe he drank his fear of death away. The fool. Easy target for her.
The door to the bar opened and the Methuselah stumbled out. With a gun in his pocket and a bottle in his hands he walked down the ally towards Luna who was ready to pounce. As soon as he walked past she sprang at him and bit down on his neck. Blood squirted out as he gave a low gargling sound. He was dead within seconds. She got her revenge at last.