Name: Natasha Arianna Capulet
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Summary: Changing appearance. Changing hair styles. Changing the clothes you wear. All of these are not easy to do, to mold and bend with the populace, hiding among their numbers, mixing with their fools. Hunting the hunters can be a very rough job to do, something not all werewolves would devote their lives to doing. Infiltrating enemy camps and busting operations to bring local packs down. Fear does not sit with this fae. Honors rests upon her tiny shoulders, responsibility keeps her going. Her nightmares are never ending, attacking her within her slumber.
But the worst of her job, discovering which are friends or allies, while others can be enemies in disguise. The hunters come in many different ways: male, female, human, vampires. Vampires were her hardest kill, never easy, while humans could be tricked or overpowered. Vampires were smart, they could smell a werewolf from miles away. Hunting and tracking was very difficult. One night in particular, she killed the nest of a vampire clan.
It was a dark night in the month of October, the New York wind was chilled and loud, whipping through the branches and brush. With the wind, traveled scents and smells from all over the world, making it easier for the huntress to make it to her destination. This clan lived on the outskirts of town, taking possession of an old country home in the hills. They had killed or changed the owner of the residence, then set up camp within it's walls. From the look of the house, they had lived there for many years, probably feasting on poor humans from the city, louring them to their bed chambers, taking their life and blood with one strong bite to the neck.
Natasha watched them curiously from the bushes, preparing her tools and weapons for this very kill. She did not believe in guns, no, she wished to watch their last breath being taken as she twisted her knife deep within their body. She enjoyed watching their blood drip, making the beautiful noise of hitting the hard ground. For now she would be patient. Suddenly from her path to the right, a large truck came rushing from the darkness. Loud laughs and giggles could be heard, while an idiot held most of his body from within the vehicle. He carried a bottle with a dark liquid. Watching the bottle closely, he gave a drink to a girl, obviously she was very drunk. Apparently, this clan was feeding humans their blood, changing them into raging new vampires, giving them ample amounts of strength and ferocity. But this girl had not changed just yet, she was still human.
Without a moment's notice, Natasha dashed for the vehicle, hiding behind the massive tire, pulling her silver blade from her thigh, holding holy water in her other. One male seemed to be following the others in a slow pace, obviously he was drunk. Natasha moved to his quickly, stabbing his in the heart and slowly dropping his body to the floor. Silence. All other members had slipped into the barn. Wiping her blade clean, she pressed one, moving about the shadows. Her wolf sensed they were deep within, possibly carrying on a party of initiation. Their banter was soft, unaware of the danger that was right outside their door. Death would come to them, one at a time, if she had it her way. Walking around the barn, she found a hole, small, but it was large enough for her tiny body to slip through. Her flexible frame slid through the opening, hiding in the dark corner. Natasha's eyes watched the creatures, dancing, kissing and touching one another. It almost seemed this would be a waste, but then the leader entered the room. She could tell by the way the females laid themselves at his feet. As she looked, she was curious to their ways. Werewolves were a proud race, none threw themselves to their Alpha's feet. Natasha moved from her hiding spot, shrouded by the dark room. She moved about, silent, like the trained hunter she was. When she found the perfect opportunity, she lunged towards them, slicing into one, while tossing a bit of her holy water on the other. The demonic creatures attacked her, coming from all angels, but this was not the first time she were in this very situation. Taking one down from the start, she swung in a slow circle, planting her knife deep within its chest. Vampire after vampire, they were killed.
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Member has posted joining keys.
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Example Post: "Mutt!" she heard a voice from behind her. Standing in the center of the barn, a light rested upon him, illuminating him as he grasped the young girl in his hand. Natasha analyzed him, looking up and down, analyzing the situation. "I am no mutt, fool." She pushed herself forward, taking only one step. He laughed at her reply, chuckling as he pulled the young girl to his side, touching her softly against her neck. "Release her, before she ends up dead like you and your family!" she shouted angrily. The vampire leader chuckled, and kissed the girl. In his company, Natasha moved quicker than before, shifting into her beautiful wolf of mixed browns and greys. In her true form, she was strong, faster than as a human. She lunged at him, gripping his neck in her maw. With a quick jerk of her head, she heard a loud snap. But that would not be enough to end his immortality. Pushing the female from his side, she ripped into the vampire, ripping his insides out. She finally changed back to her human form, taking her knife from her thigh and plunging it into his heart. As she watched the dark blood pushing from his mouth, she smiled a wicked smile. Grabbing the girl, she left from the barn. Giving the girl a quick elixir, she spoke to her quietly, "drink this and all they did will become undone." Without another word, Natasha was gone, off into the night. Time to change her hair once more.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Summary: Changing appearance. Changing hair styles. Changing the clothes you wear. All of these are not easy to do, to mold and bend with the populace, hiding among their numbers, mixing with their fools. Hunting the hunters can be a very rough job to do, something not all werewolves would devote their lives to doing. Infiltrating enemy camps and busting operations to bring local packs down. Fear does not sit with this fae. Honors rests upon her tiny shoulders, responsibility keeps her going. Her nightmares are never ending, attacking her within her slumber.
But the worst of her job, discovering which are friends or allies, while others can be enemies in disguise. The hunters come in many different ways: male, female, human, vampires. Vampires were her hardest kill, never easy, while humans could be tricked or overpowered. Vampires were smart, they could smell a werewolf from miles away. Hunting and tracking was very difficult. One night in particular, she killed the nest of a vampire clan.
It was a dark night in the month of October, the New York wind was chilled and loud, whipping through the branches and brush. With the wind, traveled scents and smells from all over the world, making it easier for the huntress to make it to her destination. This clan lived on the outskirts of town, taking possession of an old country home in the hills. They had killed or changed the owner of the residence, then set up camp within it's walls. From the look of the house, they had lived there for many years, probably feasting on poor humans from the city, louring them to their bed chambers, taking their life and blood with one strong bite to the neck.
Natasha watched them curiously from the bushes, preparing her tools and weapons for this very kill. She did not believe in guns, no, she wished to watch their last breath being taken as she twisted her knife deep within their body. She enjoyed watching their blood drip, making the beautiful noise of hitting the hard ground. For now she would be patient. Suddenly from her path to the right, a large truck came rushing from the darkness. Loud laughs and giggles could be heard, while an idiot held most of his body from within the vehicle. He carried a bottle with a dark liquid. Watching the bottle closely, he gave a drink to a girl, obviously she was very drunk. Apparently, this clan was feeding humans their blood, changing them into raging new vampires, giving them ample amounts of strength and ferocity. But this girl had not changed just yet, she was still human.
Without a moment's notice, Natasha dashed for the vehicle, hiding behind the massive tire, pulling her silver blade from her thigh, holding holy water in her other. One male seemed to be following the others in a slow pace, obviously he was drunk. Natasha moved to his quickly, stabbing his in the heart and slowly dropping his body to the floor. Silence. All other members had slipped into the barn. Wiping her blade clean, she pressed one, moving about the shadows. Her wolf sensed they were deep within, possibly carrying on a party of initiation. Their banter was soft, unaware of the danger that was right outside their door. Death would come to them, one at a time, if she had it her way. Walking around the barn, she found a hole, small, but it was large enough for her tiny body to slip through. Her flexible frame slid through the opening, hiding in the dark corner. Natasha's eyes watched the creatures, dancing, kissing and touching one another. It almost seemed this would be a waste, but then the leader entered the room. She could tell by the way the females laid themselves at his feet. As she looked, she was curious to their ways. Werewolves were a proud race, none threw themselves to their Alpha's feet. Natasha moved from her hiding spot, shrouded by the dark room. She moved about, silent, like the trained hunter she was. When she found the perfect opportunity, she lunged towards them, slicing into one, while tossing a bit of her holy water on the other. The demonic creatures attacked her, coming from all angels, but this was not the first time she were in this very situation. Taking one down from the start, she swung in a slow circle, planting her knife deep within its chest. Vampire after vampire, they were killed.
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Member has posted joining keys.
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: "Mutt!" she heard a voice from behind her. Standing in the center of the barn, a light rested upon him, illuminating him as he grasped the young girl in his hand. Natasha analyzed him, looking up and down, analyzing the situation. "I am no mutt, fool." She pushed herself forward, taking only one step. He laughed at her reply, chuckling as he pulled the young girl to his side, touching her softly against her neck. "Release her, before she ends up dead like you and your family!" she shouted angrily. The vampire leader chuckled, and kissed the girl. In his company, Natasha moved quicker than before, shifting into her beautiful wolf of mixed browns and greys. In her true form, she was strong, faster than as a human. She lunged at him, gripping his neck in her maw. With a quick jerk of her head, she heard a loud snap. But that would not be enough to end his immortality. Pushing the female from his side, she ripped into the vampire, ripping his insides out. She finally changed back to her human form, taking her knife from her thigh and plunging it into his heart. As she watched the dark blood pushing from his mouth, she smiled a wicked smile. Grabbing the girl, she left from the barn. Giving the girl a quick elixir, she spoke to her quietly, "drink this and all they did will become undone." Without another word, Natasha was gone, off into the night. Time to change her hair once more.
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