Post by ...Lil Skitz ... on Sept 9, 2005 2:30:44 GMT -5
Contact Info: Le Skitz
ICQ: We’ve been through this …
MSN: hellworsethandecaf@hotmail.com
E-mail: hellworsethandecaf@hotmail.com
Name: Isabeau Norton
Age: 19
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Red
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Catholic
Nationality: American
Languages: English
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favourite Music: Country, but she probably won’t admit it
Distinguishing Features: None
Known Relatives: Mother Taryn and Father Sam as well as 10 year old twin sisters, Jade and Crystal.
Group Affiliations: None
Concept: Sweetie
Species: Lycan
Level: Submissive/Lower
Homid Height: I really have no idea about this section I’m sorry
Homid Weight:
Lycan Height:
Lycan Weight:
Fighting: Good
Agility: Amazing
Strength: Monstrous
Endurance: Incredible
Reason: Typical
Intuition: Incredible
Psyche: Good
Health: Great
Resources: Typical
Popularity: Feeble
Known Powers and strength: None
Talents/Abilities: She can use a shot gun and can ride horses, milk cows, build fences and basically do any practical farming type activities.
Equipment: None
Vehicles: A busted up Celica from the 20th century that she loves despite herself.
Properties: None
Weaknesses: It would be considerably easy to take advantage of her sweet nature and she’s quite low on the Lukoi totem pole.
History: Isabeau led a fairly simple life on a farm in Texas. Her family did not own the farm, it was one of those brought by some city high roller that used it occasionally for summer vacations. But it was her home and she loved it. She was a simple girl with simple wants, went to school like everyone else and helped her parents with the work that was to be done. And there was always work to be done. On an average day she’d be up at 4am to milk the cows and feed the chooks before being shipped off to class. But that’s the trouble with average, theirs always something that cocks it up.
A week after her fifteenth birthday she walked out of the barn and dusted herself off as she caught a silhouette on the slowly brightening horizon that was most unusual. Her Father had gone to work on a hole in the fence, a hole he feared was created by foxes or maybe even those blaggard wolves they could hear howling all night. From the massive animal slinking towards her though, Isabeau, or Beau as she was always called, was betting her breakfast a wolf created that hole.
She woke with plastic tubes sticking out of every orifice and a weird tingling sensation pulsing through her she opened her eyes only to wish she hadn’t. The fluorescent beam was intense and hurt a lot more than she thought it would. Hurt almost as much as these silly pipes. But the strangest thing was, she felt reasonably fine. Pulling the tubes from her, some with great pain and difficulty she gasped at the measures the doctors had taken to keep them in her body, clearly they’d had a difficult time.
Feeling rather bare in her hospital gown she stumbled into the hallway and realised with a pang of sadness that her family wasn’t there. Oh she couldn’t honestly expect them to be with the twins to care for as well as the farm but … it would have been nice. Especially when she looked down at her arm. It was slowly knitting itself together, slowly, but oh so surely. Screaming as this was not normal she ran down the hall and straight into a nurse that had been watching over. A nurse who was awfully strong for her small stature.
Beau entered the pack but was allowed to stay at her family’s farm for three weeks in the month, something she was very grateful to the Ulfric for and they slowly developed a bond. But as she was finishing high school and her seventeenth birthday approached, things got a little more difficult. The other alpha’s were starting to notice the quiet red head with the porcelain skin and the soft curves and were bickering over her, talking among themselves about who would ‘break her in’ and show her what fun it could be to hold a wolf between your legs. Once Beau caught wind of these rumours they chilled her to the bone but the Ulfric, having grown to love her like an older brother, claimed her for himself, so the others could not touch her. Although neither did he.
She worked hard in the pack and once she left school and the twins were old enough to help more she moved into the Lukoi house permanently and strived even harder. She had soon mastered her beast in all emotions and even sparred with some of the other lesser wolves but her Ulfric refused to promote her to moderate until she had controlled herself during sex. Something she wasn’t quite ready to give yet.
So she did the best she could for the pack before the MotC started throwing her clout around. She could call wolves and wanted them near her to tend to every need. But the Ulfric would not allow it. He made it very clear to his pack that they were to obey him and not the Master and the punishments they would receive. Naturally this didn’t sit well with the Master, so she had the Ulfric, all the alphas and any moderates who resisted, killed. Beau and those remaining in the pack were distraught and taken to the Master’s mansion to be enslaved. Beau’s only consolation was that the Master did not have ardeur running through her veins and so whored herself on the other wolves who made it much more of a decadent proposal.
But they say good things come to those who wait and damn, did Beau wait. For two long years she was enslaved by the Master, two long years before the Master was killed by one she had underestimated. One who did not have wolves to call. Beau could have kissed him. But instead she thanked him profusely and returned to her family, whom she hadn’t seen over that time. She spent enough time there to realise that there was no longer a pack, that none in the area was strong enough to hold it together and so, rather than waiting like sitting ducks for some Alpha to take advantage of, they fled. Some in pairs or groups, others, like Beau, said goodbye and made it alone. With her family’s wishes she took the old paddock basher to the garage and gave it as good an overhaul as she could afford before driving through her beautiful country.
She wove through many packs and many territories without one, marvelling at that slightly but kept moving as most of the packs scared the bejesus out of her. Until she arrived at Ajoia, and with her car in the shop for the umpteenth time caught a whiff of pack. She followed that scent to the source and came upon the Lukoi estate and more importantly, to an Ulfric she might learn to love.
ICQ: We’ve been through this …
MSN: hellworsethandecaf@hotmail.com
E-mail: hellworsethandecaf@hotmail.com
Name: Isabeau Norton
Age: 19
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Red
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Catholic
Nationality: American
Languages: English
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favourite Music: Country, but she probably won’t admit it
Distinguishing Features: None
Known Relatives: Mother Taryn and Father Sam as well as 10 year old twin sisters, Jade and Crystal.
Group Affiliations: None
Concept: Sweetie
Species: Lycan
Level: Submissive/Lower
Homid Height: I really have no idea about this section I’m sorry
Homid Weight:
Lycan Height:
Lycan Weight:
Fighting: Good
Agility: Amazing
Strength: Monstrous
Endurance: Incredible
Reason: Typical
Intuition: Incredible
Psyche: Good
Health: Great
Resources: Typical
Popularity: Feeble
Known Powers and strength: None
Talents/Abilities: She can use a shot gun and can ride horses, milk cows, build fences and basically do any practical farming type activities.
Equipment: None
Vehicles: A busted up Celica from the 20th century that she loves despite herself.
Properties: None
Weaknesses: It would be considerably easy to take advantage of her sweet nature and she’s quite low on the Lukoi totem pole.
History: Isabeau led a fairly simple life on a farm in Texas. Her family did not own the farm, it was one of those brought by some city high roller that used it occasionally for summer vacations. But it was her home and she loved it. She was a simple girl with simple wants, went to school like everyone else and helped her parents with the work that was to be done. And there was always work to be done. On an average day she’d be up at 4am to milk the cows and feed the chooks before being shipped off to class. But that’s the trouble with average, theirs always something that cocks it up.
A week after her fifteenth birthday she walked out of the barn and dusted herself off as she caught a silhouette on the slowly brightening horizon that was most unusual. Her Father had gone to work on a hole in the fence, a hole he feared was created by foxes or maybe even those blaggard wolves they could hear howling all night. From the massive animal slinking towards her though, Isabeau, or Beau as she was always called, was betting her breakfast a wolf created that hole.
She woke with plastic tubes sticking out of every orifice and a weird tingling sensation pulsing through her she opened her eyes only to wish she hadn’t. The fluorescent beam was intense and hurt a lot more than she thought it would. Hurt almost as much as these silly pipes. But the strangest thing was, she felt reasonably fine. Pulling the tubes from her, some with great pain and difficulty she gasped at the measures the doctors had taken to keep them in her body, clearly they’d had a difficult time.
Feeling rather bare in her hospital gown she stumbled into the hallway and realised with a pang of sadness that her family wasn’t there. Oh she couldn’t honestly expect them to be with the twins to care for as well as the farm but … it would have been nice. Especially when she looked down at her arm. It was slowly knitting itself together, slowly, but oh so surely. Screaming as this was not normal she ran down the hall and straight into a nurse that had been watching over. A nurse who was awfully strong for her small stature.
Beau entered the pack but was allowed to stay at her family’s farm for three weeks in the month, something she was very grateful to the Ulfric for and they slowly developed a bond. But as she was finishing high school and her seventeenth birthday approached, things got a little more difficult. The other alpha’s were starting to notice the quiet red head with the porcelain skin and the soft curves and were bickering over her, talking among themselves about who would ‘break her in’ and show her what fun it could be to hold a wolf between your legs. Once Beau caught wind of these rumours they chilled her to the bone but the Ulfric, having grown to love her like an older brother, claimed her for himself, so the others could not touch her. Although neither did he.
She worked hard in the pack and once she left school and the twins were old enough to help more she moved into the Lukoi house permanently and strived even harder. She had soon mastered her beast in all emotions and even sparred with some of the other lesser wolves but her Ulfric refused to promote her to moderate until she had controlled herself during sex. Something she wasn’t quite ready to give yet.
So she did the best she could for the pack before the MotC started throwing her clout around. She could call wolves and wanted them near her to tend to every need. But the Ulfric would not allow it. He made it very clear to his pack that they were to obey him and not the Master and the punishments they would receive. Naturally this didn’t sit well with the Master, so she had the Ulfric, all the alphas and any moderates who resisted, killed. Beau and those remaining in the pack were distraught and taken to the Master’s mansion to be enslaved. Beau’s only consolation was that the Master did not have ardeur running through her veins and so whored herself on the other wolves who made it much more of a decadent proposal.
But they say good things come to those who wait and damn, did Beau wait. For two long years she was enslaved by the Master, two long years before the Master was killed by one she had underestimated. One who did not have wolves to call. Beau could have kissed him. But instead she thanked him profusely and returned to her family, whom she hadn’t seen over that time. She spent enough time there to realise that there was no longer a pack, that none in the area was strong enough to hold it together and so, rather than waiting like sitting ducks for some Alpha to take advantage of, they fled. Some in pairs or groups, others, like Beau, said goodbye and made it alone. With her family’s wishes she took the old paddock basher to the garage and gave it as good an overhaul as she could afford before driving through her beautiful country.
She wove through many packs and many territories without one, marvelling at that slightly but kept moving as most of the packs scared the bejesus out of her. Until she arrived at Ajoia, and with her car in the shop for the umpteenth time caught a whiff of pack. She followed that scent to the source and came upon the Lukoi estate and more importantly, to an Ulfric she might learn to love.
