Regina Vienneau

[Regina]

Name: Regina Vienneau.
Nicknames: Occasionally pack members call her Reggie which she has come to grudgingly accept as an endearment; she detests the nicknames 'Gina, Gee-gee or any variations thereof. Because of her personality she gets 'Princess' aimed at her quite a lot, one Samson Aeneas has taken it one step further and occasionally calls her 'Princess Reggie'.
Race: Werewolf; turned.
Occupation: Pack member.
Gender: Female.
Skin Color: Caucasian; tanned.
Age: 224.
Clothing: Something of a fashionista Regina has a wardrobe packed full of clothes, shoes, purses and other accessories. She likes bright, bold colours and lines, tailored pants, skirts and sweaters - Regina is all about the mix and matching and can stereotypically spend a good portion of her mornings, or evenings should she be going out choosing her outfit and accessorizing. She keeps up with the current fashion and updates her outfits and ridiculous collection of clothes accordingly, never throwing anything away in case it comes back into fashion. She dresses youthfully, as a human teenager might - it matches her personality and she's perfectly happy that way. Being petite she likes to wear high heels and often does so in and around the hotel to put her on a more level pegging with the rest of her pack mates.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98lbs
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: Her ears only.
Jewellery: Frankly she has too many pieces to count, she mixes and matches and apparently doesn't have a favourite piece currently.
Body Modifications: The back of Regina's neck bears considerable scarring form her turning but apart from that she is unscathed.

Wolf Form
Build: Small, slender and not really built for combat Regina is most likely to utilize her speed in a fight or flight situation - depending upon the circumstances. Her claws are small but sharp and likely to do enough damage in the defensive but are not much of a weapon in more aggressive situations.
Height: 3'5" quadruped, 6'3" biped.
Weight: 203lbs.
Hair: Most of the body is covered in white fur with medium to thin black stripes giving a zebra like effect, much longer over her chest and abdomen coming from a mass of mane like hair which ranges in colour from white to dark grey. The back of her front paws are black, as are her hind legs
Eyes: Gold.
Defining Marks: Very large ears and a long, bushy black tail.

Pack
Pack: Rayne's pack.
Position: Pack Member.
Territory: Rayne's territory.

Hair
Length: A little past her shoulders.
Style: Her hair holds a gentle natural curl to it, more often than not though Regina straightens her hair with irons. Since she takes a lot of time over her appearance she usually leaves her hair down rather than tying it back carelessly; if she puts her hair up it's done with care and precision.
Color: Dark brown.

Facial Hair
Length: N/A.
Style: N/A.

Eyes
Color: Brown.
Oddities: When she is feeling an emotion strongly such as anger or fear, Regina's eyes will wane gold, the colour of her wolfen form's eyes; she can also call upon this ocular colour change when she simply wants to taunt or tease, or even on occasion intimidate.

Personality: Airhead, Barbie, Princess; all names that have been applied to Regina over the years. She's a 'pretty girl', she likes make-up and dresses and listening to music, watching soap operas, gossiping and shopping and all the stereotypically girly, shallow things that are important in the materialistic world around her. Most of her life she has been talked down to and coddled and protected and strictly controlled because of it; people see that she's small and slim and pretty and assume that's all she is. Pretty. So she plays up to it. She can be callous, vain and superficial, and self-centred and downright dumb, acting as if she doesn't really know anything about current affairs or cultural events or traditions when in actual fact she's quite book smart. They're all automatic reactions nowadays, she feels cheated out of having substance to a certain degree, that maybe her upbringing has forever set her on a path of being 'pretty' and undervalued because of her looks and her habits. She doesn't want to give up her nice clothes and her girly lifestyle just because of that though, because if she's honesty that's who she is.

Beneath it all she is self-conscious and she dresses that insecurity up in sass and humour, guarding herself whilst fulfilling exactly the role people have though she should inhabit her whole life. She's compassionate and considerate beneath her barriers and chooses to show such traits only in very round about ways. Most noticeably she's a typical teenager despite her years, laid back and party going - when permitted by the pack leaders obviously - there's nothing she likes better than hanging out and having a laugh with her friends. She's stubborn and uncompromising when it comes to her family though, she's never known another pack and even if they tease her for her ditzy, insensitive and blunt persona she cares very much for her family and friends and would do most anything to protect them; courageous deep, deep deep down, if she had to fight to protect the pack she would.

Weaknesses: Regina is, like all lycanthropes, severely allergic to silver depending upon the type of contact it can lead to nausea, dizziness and even death as well as burning the skin through physical contact. Obviously her pack can be a weakness that can be abused because she cares about it very much, even if she seems not to. Physically, she often gets muscles tension in her neck because of nerve damage done when she was bitten, a heat pack can usually clear it right up but if she twists it awkwardly the muscles can occasionally spasm and give her some trouble.

Abilities: At her age Regina has control over her wolf on the three nights of the lunar cycle where she used to change involuntarily. The French she-wolf also enjoys the perquisites of lycanthropy; heightened auditory and olfactory senses, uncanny balance, endurance, speed and strength and the ability to leap large distances more or less effortlessly. Regina has always enjoyed fencing and is actually extremely skilled with the pliable blade in both recreational and perilous situations and with the Foil, Èpèe, Sabre and the least fashionable but perhaps most effective Spadroon, giving her a rather comprehensive understanding of the techniques required. This 'hobby' of hers leads her fast reaction times and light-footedness that can come in handy whether she is holding a blade or not. She used to play the Harpsichord, but when the instrument went out of 'fashion' her interest wanes and she doesn't care to pick it up again, or any other instrument for that matter. Regina speaks fluent French and English and can read and write in both, she also holds onto a handful of Latin phrases but nothing concrete.

Weapons: Regina owns four fencing blades, a Foil, an Èpèe, a Sabre and a Spadroon. She rather obviously doesn't carry then around out side the hotel, they're not easy to conceal.

Foil


Èpèe


Hutton Sabre


Spadroon

Prized Possessions: She doesn't smoke anymore but she has kept her cigarette holder form the days when it was socially expected for young fashionable women to do so. Her fencing blades seem like something that should be prized by the female but in all honesty she's not overly attached to them; they're replaceable and she has long since upgraded form her original weapons. She has some of her clothes from France boxed up in her room.

Ciagrette holder

Home(s): The Four Season Hotel.

History: Born in 1807 in Paris, France Regina Cosette Vienneau knew nothing but a life of luxury and decadence; flighty and feminine from her first steps there was nothing the young socialite wanted for, not company or money, or any recreational endeavour she took a fancy to. Her parents were 'old money' and neither worked, spending their time instead in networking through their social circle and moving between town and country with their pampered, only daughter; even though France was at war they were more comfortable than most. At least they seemed that way, behind the scenes the story was quite different, Regina's uncle on her father's side drank and gambled away huge portions of their family fortune and the ripples easily extended out to his only niece whose parents lived as if there wasn't a leak in the dam. Keeping up appearances was the name of the game.

So Regina was to be the salvation of the Vienneau family; she was pretty, young and 'ripe' as it was rather degradingly put, and as far as anyone knew entitled to vast amounts of money when she was of age. Her parents groomed her to be something of a porcelain doll, pretty to look at and admire but empty on the inside. She was convinced that she was a trophy to be one by the most suitable male who came along, she could play the harpsichord, laugh at the right points in a conversation, bats her eyes and stand it an innocently provocative way and those were the sum of her talents. In her mid-teenage years, though at the time 'teenager' was a non-existent term she naturally received several offers of marriage, decisions was more or less out of her hands. Her parents chose from the handful of men one Armand Lessard, young -but sickly and weak- with a large windfall coming his way they suddenly saw a way to repair all the damage that Uncle Jacques had done. In 1803 the United States bought the French territories in North America and around the time of the couple's engagement the final areas of land were being claimed. It was decided that Lessard and Regina would travel across the Atlantic to oversee the dissolution of the property and return some months later for the wedding.

On a ship Regina was out of her social element; bored of reading and playing cards and idle chit-chat with her fiancé, who in her silent opinion was as interesting as a plank of wood. On the eve of their docking in North America, with weeks of long, arduous evenings and sea sickness behind her, Regina decided to take the air up on deck and get one last look at the open ocean. She lit a cigarette and sat herself down on a random wooden surface to enjoy her solitude. With the sky full of clouds the stars weren't easy to see and she soon slipped into a daze, thinking about nothing in particular and enjoying the nicotine surging around her body. When the clouds occasionally cleared a full moon illuminated the expansive horizon in all directions, as she was trying to catch a glimpse of the stars a noise from below decks caught her attention. She didn't move or speak; just turned to look towards the door at first, but when the first piercing scream filled the night air she panicked and jumped to her feet. The sounds of splintering wood, men's shouts and women's screams were soon drowned out by an almighty bestial roar that shook the planks beneath Regina's feet.

Instinctively she drove herself as far away form the sounds as she could, to the bow of the ship. As she gripped the rigging the door to the decks below splintered outwards and a black wolf lumbered out, covered in blood with fangs and eyes flashing. It fixed it's sights of Regina and she screamed her lungs raw as it started towards her; slowly at first and then at a run. She tried to duck around the animal, pulling herself together in a split second when she realised that no one was coming to her rescue. Simply put though she was no where near fast enough to outrun the animal, even if she had had somewhere to run she would have had no hope. The wolf launched itself at her back, managing to clamp it's jaws around the back of her neck and drive her to the deck. Regina scrambled and fought frantically, lucky to be alive and that such a blow had not simply severed her spine or punctured her jugular. Apparently she was having a lucky day.

An injured member of the crew, bleeding and disorientated but alive came out form the splintered doorway with a pistol; he shot the beast three times, the first shot shots freeing Regina and the third killing the animal and sending it over board. He promptly dropped to the deck before the young French woman's eyes and she listened to his wet ralls as the life went out of him, leaving Regina alone, immobile and bleeding on an unmanned ship.

Through the early morning fog the ship drifted silently into the harbour and ran aground, men in row boats were sent to discover what had happened and what they found turned their stomachs. There was a single survivor amidst the blood and gore, gravely injured and clothed in the tattered remains of her fine gown Regina was tentatively taken ashore and the doctor sent for at once. He dressed her wounds and let her rest, he seemed amazed she was even alive after the viciousness of the attack. 'Seemed' to be. As it turned out he knew what Regina was before she did - a man of advanced years he had seen a great deal of things and knew of others of her kind who would be better suited to caring for her and he organized with the leaders of a nearby pack to have the young woman transferred to their home where everything was explained to Regina and a home was offered to her.

Since that time she has never entertained he thought of leaving the pack and happily lives in the Four Season's Hotel in Los Angeles with them. She enjoys watching Spanish soap operas - learning the language would spoil the fun, 'playing' with her fencing blades -training is too serious a word- and hanging around the Hotel. More often than not she can be found with a magazine in one hand and a glass bottle of nail polish in the other.