Name: Melissa [Mel] Rejaz
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Rank: Elite Female
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Summary:
Fun. That's the main thought on Melissa's mind. She always wants to have fun and try new things, even if she may be a little timid at first. Melissa was out partying with some of her friends at a new dance club the night that it happened. She was dancing, drinking, flirting, just having the best time ever. Especially when the hotty across the bar winked at her. That one wink however slowly sent everything spiraling out of control...
Melissa ended up having to put her running abilities to the test that night. Holding more than maybe a couple records at her college in the track and field department, Melissa thought she would have been quick enough to get away. But that thing was quicker than she thought, and she was bitten that night.
She woke up behind a dumpster, covered from head to toe in her own blood. Scared out of her pants, she made up a story that she had fallen down while walking home and that was how she had ended up bruising her body and ending up with a broken arm. People believed her too, they knew she could be clumsy sometimes. Especially drunk.
Melissa stood huddled underneath a bridge, staring at the blood on her hands. And this time it isn't her own. She had undergone her first change.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Rank: Elite Female
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Summary:
Fun. That's the main thought on Melissa's mind. She always wants to have fun and try new things, even if she may be a little timid at first. Melissa was out partying with some of her friends at a new dance club the night that it happened. She was dancing, drinking, flirting, just having the best time ever. Especially when the hotty across the bar winked at her. That one wink however slowly sent everything spiraling out of control...
Melissa ended up having to put her running abilities to the test that night. Holding more than maybe a couple records at her college in the track and field department, Melissa thought she would have been quick enough to get away. But that thing was quicker than she thought, and she was bitten that night.
She woke up behind a dumpster, covered from head to toe in her own blood. Scared out of her pants, she made up a story that she had fallen down while walking home and that was how she had ended up bruising her body and ending up with a broken arm. People believed her too, they knew she could be clumsy sometimes. Especially drunk.
Melissa stood huddled underneath a bridge, staring at the blood on her hands. And this time it isn't her own. She had undergone her first change.
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