Name: Renstar
Age: 112 years
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Omega
Pack: Venantium
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: "We should never try to deny the beast"
"My soul is that of a wolf's"
Summary: The girl who now calls herself Renstar was once a lonely child, born of sorrow and heartbreak. Her parents were young, too young to care for an infant. Her mother tried her best to make a life for them but had no good support system. Amelia, her name before she was bitten, grew up a mousy child who never spoke in school and was constantly walked on by her peers as she grew up. Her mother tried to push her too hard and ended up causing her more angst and hardship. At the age of 12 Amelia was taken away to be a ward of the state, her father thrown in jail for domestic violence. The foster family she was placed with was not nearly as nurturing as her mother had been. The adults cared less if she went to school and Amelia bounced around from foster home to foster home until one day her mother's aunt became her foster mom.
Her cousin, Samuel, was a dark soul. Her great aunt younger than she had expected, but warm and giving. She tried to guide her niece, but Amelia could feel the pity she emanated every time they tried to do activities together. Instead Amelia gravitated toward Samuel, who was only a couple years above her in age. They became tentative friends against her great aunt's warnings.
One night Samuel convinced the now rebellious Amelia to accompany him to one of his friend's parties on the outskirts of the little town they lived in. Amelia tried to stick close by his side but got caught up in a whirl wind of people and booze. Continuously sipping on her drinks and trying to disappear into the wall was probably a bad idea in hindsight. The alcohol caught up to her too fast. Stumbling out into the backyard, Amelia fell onto the ground and laid there looking up at the stars. The moon was brilliant. As she dozed off, the petite blonde was startled by a scuffling of the brush to her right. The attack happened out of nowhere, or so it seemed. Amelia was torn away from her life, bitten by a pureblooded wereling.
After the change, the wild nights of not being able to control her wolf, the girl who now called herself Renstar kept to herself and worked on training herself to keep the wolf silent. At first she fought the creature that was now inside of her. It was like trying to silence a voice in her head over which she had no control. Slowly she learned to come to terms with the howling that seemed to shake her very bones. It was better than fighting with it. She let it change her own personality as much as nature would allow. As she grew within herself, she found her calling as a pack member. She was destined to be an Omega, her personality never strong enough to rise much further, but she was able to take everything with a grain of salt. Her human side reasoning with her wild wolf; balancing each other out.
With her change she decided to shed her bruised and battered past and rise from the ashes of the shambles that her family had caused her. After a long mourning period and burning hatred of her cousin and mother for abandoning her in the times when she most needed support, Renstar locked it away in her head. The name change she took from the stars she had been staring at before the attack, a sliver of her old self, the rest just enough to take away from the whimsical sound of it.
Example Post:
The sun dazzled her eyes. Putting her hand up and squinting she told herself she had slept too long. It was past time that she got her butt up and moving. What was wrong with her? Why was she so tired today? Scoffing at herself she turned and wrapped a tiny hand around the door handle and slammed it behind her. The window above the front door rattled in protest. She gave it a resentful glance and trotted down the three steps to the sidewalk. Renstar ducked and weaved between the heavy pedestrian traffic that flowed against her. The art festival must have started around the corner because her condo complex never got this much attention. A tall man in a heavier than necessary coat brushed against her and her wolf met him with all defenses bared. She growled under her breath as the man bounced off of her and kept walking. Turning herself back on the path she had been on, she kept up her brisk stride. Renstar glanced at her watch as she neared the coffee place she liked. Did she have time to stop? Probably not, but she did it anyway.
Pushing the glass door open, she smiled as the bell chimed her arrival and the cute boy behind the counter looked up from his register. "The regular, ma'am?" He said to her as she approached the counter. Her smile stayed in place as she took a quick glance outside. "Let's change it up. Fall's in the air, right?" Renstar slid her purse off her right shoulder. The smooth leather felt good against her bare arm. Her hand dove in and searched for that familiar weight of the money. Pulling out just enough, she glanced back up at the barista. His green eyes were glued to her face. Her smile faded and she glanced up at the menu. "A cinnamon latte? Maybe medium?"
Age: 112 years
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Omega
Pack: Venantium
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: "We should never try to deny the beast"
"My soul is that of a wolf's"
Summary: The girl who now calls herself Renstar was once a lonely child, born of sorrow and heartbreak. Her parents were young, too young to care for an infant. Her mother tried her best to make a life for them but had no good support system. Amelia, her name before she was bitten, grew up a mousy child who never spoke in school and was constantly walked on by her peers as she grew up. Her mother tried to push her too hard and ended up causing her more angst and hardship. At the age of 12 Amelia was taken away to be a ward of the state, her father thrown in jail for domestic violence. The foster family she was placed with was not nearly as nurturing as her mother had been. The adults cared less if she went to school and Amelia bounced around from foster home to foster home until one day her mother's aunt became her foster mom.
Her cousin, Samuel, was a dark soul. Her great aunt younger than she had expected, but warm and giving. She tried to guide her niece, but Amelia could feel the pity she emanated every time they tried to do activities together. Instead Amelia gravitated toward Samuel, who was only a couple years above her in age. They became tentative friends against her great aunt's warnings.
One night Samuel convinced the now rebellious Amelia to accompany him to one of his friend's parties on the outskirts of the little town they lived in. Amelia tried to stick close by his side but got caught up in a whirl wind of people and booze. Continuously sipping on her drinks and trying to disappear into the wall was probably a bad idea in hindsight. The alcohol caught up to her too fast. Stumbling out into the backyard, Amelia fell onto the ground and laid there looking up at the stars. The moon was brilliant. As she dozed off, the petite blonde was startled by a scuffling of the brush to her right. The attack happened out of nowhere, or so it seemed. Amelia was torn away from her life, bitten by a pureblooded wereling.
After the change, the wild nights of not being able to control her wolf, the girl who now called herself Renstar kept to herself and worked on training herself to keep the wolf silent. At first she fought the creature that was now inside of her. It was like trying to silence a voice in her head over which she had no control. Slowly she learned to come to terms with the howling that seemed to shake her very bones. It was better than fighting with it. She let it change her own personality as much as nature would allow. As she grew within herself, she found her calling as a pack member. She was destined to be an Omega, her personality never strong enough to rise much further, but she was able to take everything with a grain of salt. Her human side reasoning with her wild wolf; balancing each other out.
With her change she decided to shed her bruised and battered past and rise from the ashes of the shambles that her family had caused her. After a long mourning period and burning hatred of her cousin and mother for abandoning her in the times when she most needed support, Renstar locked it away in her head. The name change she took from the stars she had been staring at before the attack, a sliver of her old self, the rest just enough to take away from the whimsical sound of it.
Example Post:
The sun dazzled her eyes. Putting her hand up and squinting she told herself she had slept too long. It was past time that she got her butt up and moving. What was wrong with her? Why was she so tired today? Scoffing at herself she turned and wrapped a tiny hand around the door handle and slammed it behind her. The window above the front door rattled in protest. She gave it a resentful glance and trotted down the three steps to the sidewalk. Renstar ducked and weaved between the heavy pedestrian traffic that flowed against her. The art festival must have started around the corner because her condo complex never got this much attention. A tall man in a heavier than necessary coat brushed against her and her wolf met him with all defenses bared. She growled under her breath as the man bounced off of her and kept walking. Turning herself back on the path she had been on, she kept up her brisk stride. Renstar glanced at her watch as she neared the coffee place she liked. Did she have time to stop? Probably not, but she did it anyway.
Pushing the glass door open, she smiled as the bell chimed her arrival and the cute boy behind the counter looked up from his register. "The regular, ma'am?" He said to her as she approached the counter. Her smile stayed in place as she took a quick glance outside. "Let's change it up. Fall's in the air, right?" Renstar slid her purse off her right shoulder. The smooth leather felt good against her bare arm. Her hand dove in and searched for that familiar weight of the money. Pulling out just enough, she glanced back up at the barista. His green eyes were glued to her face. Her smile faded and she glanced up at the menu. "A cinnamon latte? Maybe medium?"
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