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Name: Tenn Huron
Age: Looks 15, but definitely older
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
Summary: Huron doesn't really remember or care about her birth. She's not a pure blood, and was changed. Traveling like the breeze from place to place, Huron has always avoided any kind of 'attachments'. She is also poor, because there aren't a lot of good paying jobs for somebody who looks like a young teenager. Because of this loneliness and lack of financial stability, Huron has grown tired of being alone, and searches for a chance to join a pack that will take her under their wing.
Her personality is something one might call, the nerdy weirdo that sits in a corner and gives creepy stares. Huron tends to answer most questions with “Maybe”, making conversation a frustrating business. She has a habit of poking things she doesn’t understand, and collects glass marbles. But she can cook and do most household chores too.
Huron always wears a dark red, wide brimmed felt hat. Her hair is a coal black, in the style of a long bob cut in a perfect 180 degree angle 10cm below the shoulder. If you observe closely, you can see white streaks underneath. Almond shaped eyes with rich dark brown irises adorn her small round face. She is a little taller than 5 feet, making her seem much younger than she is.
Despite her small human frame, Huron is quite large in wolf form, being the size of an average or smaller male. The base of her fur is black, with white paws, tail and muzzle.
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo: profile pic
Example Post:
The rain pounded mercilessly on the felt hat, barely protecting the young woman from the cold droplets. A tattered black sweater three sizes too big, and a faded skirt that reached to her ankles, it was clear that her wallet was far from full. Tenn Huron was tired. She was tired sleeping outside every night, and having to make excuses of why such a ‘young little girl’ was traveling all alone. At least her wolf was miraculously a quiet one. Both Huron the human and wolf were quite confident in their anger management skills.
She was walking on the lonely streets of a small town on the country side. Puddles formed every where, creating miniature lakes and oceans. It was Sunday, and all the shops were closed, not a soul in sight. The werewolf’s sensitive nose was useless today, as the rain washed away everything. Soon, the dead town came to an end, a mountain blocking the way. Huron felt the contents of her pockets, each making a beautiful clinking sound. Glass marbles. Looking up, the girl hinted a smile. Her limbs began to ripple, a slight cracking sound could be heard. The bones were breaking, reforming.
The girl was gone. In her place were glass marbles, rolling in the mud.
Name: Tenn Huron
Age: Looks 15, but definitely older
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
Summary: Huron doesn't really remember or care about her birth. She's not a pure blood, and was changed. Traveling like the breeze from place to place, Huron has always avoided any kind of 'attachments'. She is also poor, because there aren't a lot of good paying jobs for somebody who looks like a young teenager. Because of this loneliness and lack of financial stability, Huron has grown tired of being alone, and searches for a chance to join a pack that will take her under their wing.
Her personality is something one might call, the nerdy weirdo that sits in a corner and gives creepy stares. Huron tends to answer most questions with “Maybe”, making conversation a frustrating business. She has a habit of poking things she doesn’t understand, and collects glass marbles. But she can cook and do most household chores too.
Huron always wears a dark red, wide brimmed felt hat. Her hair is a coal black, in the style of a long bob cut in a perfect 180 degree angle 10cm below the shoulder. If you observe closely, you can see white streaks underneath. Almond shaped eyes with rich dark brown irises adorn her small round face. She is a little taller than 5 feet, making her seem much younger than she is.
Despite her small human frame, Huron is quite large in wolf form, being the size of an average or smaller male. The base of her fur is black, with white paws, tail and muzzle.
Pack: Braveheart
Joining Keys: Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo: profile pic
Example Post:
The rain pounded mercilessly on the felt hat, barely protecting the young woman from the cold droplets. A tattered black sweater three sizes too big, and a faded skirt that reached to her ankles, it was clear that her wallet was far from full. Tenn Huron was tired. She was tired sleeping outside every night, and having to make excuses of why such a ‘young little girl’ was traveling all alone. At least her wolf was miraculously a quiet one. Both Huron the human and wolf were quite confident in their anger management skills.
She was walking on the lonely streets of a small town on the country side. Puddles formed every where, creating miniature lakes and oceans. It was Sunday, and all the shops were closed, not a soul in sight. The werewolf’s sensitive nose was useless today, as the rain washed away everything. Soon, the dead town came to an end, a mountain blocking the way. Huron felt the contents of her pockets, each making a beautiful clinking sound. Glass marbles. Looking up, the girl hinted a smile. Her limbs began to ripple, a slight cracking sound could be heard. The bones were breaking, reforming.
The girl was gone. In her place were glass marbles, rolling in the mud.
Last edited by Tenn Huron on Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:51 pm; edited 1 time in total