Madison Rainer

[Madison]

Name: Madison Rainer.
Nicknames: Over the years she has been called all manner of shortened forms of both her first and last name. Her favourites and thus most commonly used are Maddy or Rain, however she does prefer her full name.
Race: Werewolf – Bitten.
Occupation: Pack Member.
Gender: Female.
Skin Color: Caucasian.
Age: 164.
Clothing: Madison is very much a ‘girly’ girl and as such she prefers clothing which reflects this style, such as flowing dresses, skirts and well cut tops. She tends to stick to single colour outfits, in bright and cheerful tones such as reds and greens and the majority of her outfits have a simple theme to them, with basic cuts and styles. The she-wolf doesn’t own a single pair of pants or jeans and never plans to. She has a collection of ‘retro’ style jackets, any exception to her otherwise subtle clothing, mostly with embroidery of some kind, flowers, butterflies or something similar, the jackets ranging in length to her waist all the way down to her feet. Although she has a range of shoes, from stylish high heels to ankle boots, Madison can typically be seen wandering bare food.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 132lbs.
Tattoos: A single blue and purple flower located just above her left kidney.

Piercings: Both ears once.
Jewellery: She has a collection of bracelets, necklaces, anklets and rings, although there are only two that she wears with any constancy. One is a pewter charm anklet, with hearts and butterfly charms made from pewter as well as beads of different colours. The other is a gold necklace with a number of pendants hanging from it; a gold disk, a blue stone and one that looks like thin golden leaves.

Body Modifications: None except for the rather nasty looking scar down the side of her neck from where she was turned, which is located dangerously close to her jugular vein.

Wolf Form [/u]
Build: The wolf is unable to properly rear up onto its hind legs in order to move on two, even for the shortest of times, restricting it to four legged movement only. She is rather small for a werewolf’s form, more similar in height to the larger breeds of dog than many of her kind and her form looks very much like a dog or normal wolf. Madison is unable to leap very high or far in her beast form, however she is a very fast runner. Her small height makes her perfect for stealth and indeed she is quite skilled at getting into the most tiny and awkward looking entrances.
Height: Quadruped- 3’1”
Weight: 112lbs
Hair: A thick and bushy coat covers most of body, long hair from the back of her neck reaching all the way halfway down her legs. At her extremities the hair becomes shorter although no less thick. Her pelt is mostly a dark brown although there are strands of white, grey and lighter shades of tan all mixing in to create a blend.
Eyes: Golden yellow.
Defining Marks: A bushy, long haired tail.

Pack[/u]
Pack: Cole’s.
Position: Pack member.
Territory: Cole’s half of LA.

Hair[/u]
Length: Curls down to just below her shoulders in most cases, although it has been layered so there are shorter strands.
Style: Light waves naturally form in her hair, giving it a slight bounce. Her fringe has been grown out so it is part of and same length as the rest of her regular hair. Madison normally lets it simply hang loose although she does now and then tie it into a ponytail.
Color: Currently a warm auburn, although Madison is naturally a blond and has also been known to be a brunet.

Facial Hair[/u]
Length: None.
Style: None.

Eyes[/u]
Color: Brown.
Oddities: When angry, scared, playful or if the wolf is trying to break out, they will flash the wolf’s golden yellow.

Personality: Madison is a girl and not ashamed of the fact. She enjoys ‘girly’ pastimes, outfits and colours and quite simply enjoys being what she is. Every day is lived to the fullest, Madison drawing as much pleasure as she can from everything that she experiences. As much simple pleasure can be taken from eating something she has not tried in years as from walking barefoot over grass. She treats every thing as if it is a delight, something to be treasured and if she is given a gift, no matter how simple, to Madison it is the most amazing thing she has received in weeks and treats it so.

The future is an unknown quantity to the she-wolf and she tries not to think about it very much, knowing how something happy can twist into pain and sadness. Madison refuses to dwell for very long in any lengthy period on the past and the events in her life that led her to this point – she is the poster child for living in the moment only, where it is only the present that matters. She loves where she is at the moment, the family she has found in the pack and adores pretty much each and every one. It is nearly impossible for Madison to hold a grudge, the past is an undiscovered country to her and she quickly lets bygones be bygones. She has ignored her past without fully accepting it, hiding the hurts deep inside and although she will be the first to admit they have shaped her, she pretends they hold no power now.

Up-beat and cheerful, it is easy to make her happy and hard to upset her. Any comments, as rare as they are which might be hurtful are simply shrugged off, hardly effecting her. Madison is in no way the most bubbly or outwardly happy pack wolf, but she is content as she is. Softly spoken and reasonably quiet when not expressing her joy, newcomers can often mistake her for being shy but this is not the case she is simply polite and courteous to everyone, believing that all are worthy of respect unless proven otherwise. She becomes very quiet around the four leaders, her respect for those bordering on nervous awe – they are so old and powerful that she feels positively small in their presence.

Comfortable either in a group or on her own, she has no end of ways in which to amuse herself and keep herself occupied. With a vivid imagination Madison is one of the story tellers of the pack, able to engage her listeners easily and weave a real world around them – she lacks the patience or inclination to put her stories to paper, instead happy to create adventures that may contradict each other if thought about but still engaging.

Weaknesses: Like all werewolves, Madison is allergic to silver and will suffer if touched by it. Symptoms can range from dizziness, nausea, burning of the flesh and failure of internal organs depending on the type of contact and the length. She is no fighter and lacks the motivation to become one – training implies too much on the future, as well as a general distaste toward violence. Should she end up in a fighting situation she would have no idea how to defend herself beyond any natural instincts that come with her being a werewolf and could easily be beaten.

Her apparent inability to plan or understand the future beyond a few hours could very easy become a weakness if the need arose, or if she was alone. Should someone manage to make her face her past and certain elements of it, she would be instantly weakened. The she-wolf is not suited to life outside the pack and would have great difficulty surviving like that. Her love for all her friends is perhaps the most obvious weakness she has, should it be turned against her.

Abilities: With her werewolf side comes immortality of a sort. Time and illness do not affect her, unless it is an illness caused by silver, and only wounds can kill. She has all the heightened abilities, such as speed, agility, stamina, strength that the typical werewolf possesses as well as having all of her senses off the chart, along with increased tolerance to pain and rapid healing. Madison has recently learnt to control the wolf for all three nights, although sometimes she chooses to spend it in werewolf form.

She has a great imagination and tells many stories, the majority of which revolve around a completely fictional world complete with races, languages, history and adventure, although as she never writes these down sometimes conflicting ideas occur. Madison is a great reader and is full of knowledge about books from the classical period all the way up to modern day, and can often be heard announcing she ‘read this in a book once’.

Weapons: If it can be counted as a weapon, her Swiss Army pocket knife.

Prized Possessions: Being in the here and now, there is nothing she has of any sentimental value, however the pack and everything she experiences, as cliché as it sounds, is prized to her.

Home(s): The Hyperion with the rest of the pack.

History: Madison Rainer was born to what would eventually become known as the ‘middle class’, in England. Her parents were well off merchants located in London who saw to it that their only daughter had a comfortable upbringing, as well as all four of their sons. She got on very well with each of her brothers, the baby of the family and treated as such, always spoilt to a degree and protected from the upsetting outside world. Their location in the capital of the county meant that Madison saw a range of people and classes moving through the city, people who would not have been seen otherwise.

Although there was a seven year age gap between Madison and her eldest brother; Roger, it never felt as such, the young girl actually closest to him out of all her family. It was Roger who kept her from letting the attention go to her head, ensuring that she grew up without becoming too spoilt or too much of an airhead. Her friends outside her family, as few as they were cared only for clothes, men and positions, something Madison was grateful her brother had turned her away from. Her interests lay in books and her own mind. It was something of an oddity, but she had no rebellious thoughts and didn’t try and upset the status quo, so her parents let her read as much as she wanted, buying books for her and always willing to do what was needed to increase her learning.

Life passed quietly and peacefully for the youngest Rainer, watching as all her brothers married young, eligible women and started lives of their own outside the family nest. Roger in particular however, remained close to his parents and his sister, Madison showing no interest in marrying. She knew how lucky she was to have parents who understood her and allowed her the freedom she was afforded – outside of her brothers she had yet to meet a man who shared those sentiments and her greatest fear was loosing the mental stimulus of books and imagination.

It was complete random chance that led Charles Tamworth into her life. Roger was a solider by profession and had risen rapidly through the ranks, high enough to be invited to a ball being held by a victorious General. It was the most important event in Roger’s life to date, the young man knowing that if he wished to carry on rising up the ranks, then he would have to gain favour and that this ball would be the first step. Merely a day before it however his wife fell ill – she couldn’t attend the ball with him and Roger thought it better if he was accompanied by someone.

Madison stepped up to the task, her first true ball, having shown no interest in them before and so missing out on the more social side of London. She looked radiant, smiling and clearly enjoying herself, while doing everything she could in order to ensure Roger was thought of in a positive light by his superiors. The wealthy and dashing Tamworth was also at the ball and became charmed by the young Rainer. Although at first he believed her to be Roger’s wife – only learning later that she was his sister – he perused her from the start, wooing her skilfully and finally going to her parents to ask for her hand.

While she admitted to herself that he was very attractive and apparently willing to let her read and study as she had before, as well as charming, rich and on the surface the perfect husband, Madison could not shake the knowledge that he had apparently been willing to try and make her his mistress when he believed her married. She turned down Tamworth, her parents supporting her choice. He seemed to take the rejection with good grace and vanished from her life.

It didn’t take long for him to pass from her mind completely and Madison’s life returned to the quiet peace that it had before. This state of affairs only lasted a couple of months, and events came to a drastic head on the night of the winter solstice. Madison had been visiting Roger when a storm whipped up, preventing the young woman from returning home as planned. Instead she was forced to remain with in his home. That night Tamworth appeared without warning, having come to speak to her brother. He appeared surprised to see her and revealed that his purpose in coming to see her beloved brother was the hope in convincing him to change her mind. Upon learning that no such change would happen, Tamworth all but exploded in rage.

He was determined to have Madison and equally determined to wait no longer. The dignified gentleman revealed himself to be a werewolf and the terrified young woman was taken by force, remaining conscious just long enough to witness Roger being brutally murdered, her brother desperately trying to protect her as he always did.

She woke to find herself many miles away in Tamworth’s grand county manner. Upon meeting him for the first time since her kidnapping she was told that although he was taken with her and wished her to be his mate, she would have to be of equal status for him to do so – and he didn’t mean class. Tamworth wanted a werewolf female but one with strength and fire in her blood, to ensure that the planned mating would produce a strong offspring.

Madison was not the first of his potential brides. There had been at least four before her, each dying during the most savage of turnings. Tamworth ripped open their necks with his claws, convinced that if they were truly strong, they would heal from the vicious wound. She was perhaps the luckiest of his attempts, claws cutting though skin and muscle but missing her jugular vein. This sheer chance stopped her from bleeding out immediately and through what little knowledge she had gained from books, Madison was able to stem the bleeding long enough for her new healing ability to kick in.

It was then that she decided she was actually the most unlucky of all his attempts. Tamworth didn’t even wait for her to recover properly from her wound before claiming her as his mate and beginning the process of attempting to sire a child. Madison’s own feelings and wellbeing were not taken into account and she was subjected to his advances repeatedly, each one rough and savage, the male taking an interest only in satisfying himself.

Before too long, she did indeed fall pregnant. While hating Tamworth with all her heart she grew to love the child growing inside of her, fearful of the life it would have with him as a father. Every attempt to escape failed, Madison growing weaker and slower as the weeks and then months of her term passed, the baby growing all the while. And every time she was punished.

It was a difficult birth, Madison already weak by the punishments and by the sheer effort of bringing a child into the world. For hours she was in labour, alone except for one trained midwife, Tamworth instating her to look after the child, even at the expense of the mother. Finally, the boy was born and the moment Tamworth saw him, he claimed him and took him from Madison. The male wanted to prevent any chance of her fleeing with his son. He was unprepared for how to look after a child though, Madison begging to be allowed to see him, to hold him, feed him and care for him, requests that were denied, Tamworth having more stubbornness than sense.

Her baby died.

The death nearly destroyed Madison, having seen her baby for mere moments and never even learning his name although in her head she called him Roger. Only a week after the loss of her first son she discovered that Tamworth intended to try again and this time he would allow her to stay with the baby.

Believing her sprit broken, his guard relaxed slightly, the belief only increasing when she didn’t attempt an escape. Madison was in a cloud of misery and confusion, hardly aware of what was going on as she bitterly mourned the loss of her child. Slowly however she began to realise life around her again and noticing his lowered guard she made her move. For revenge for both Roger’s slain by Tamworth, she did the one thing he never expected a normally peace loving person to do – she attacked him.

The weapon was silver, metal burning her hands even as she brought it screaming down on his chest, piercing his heart. She cared little for her own wounds, only that the monster was dead. For a day she remained next to the body of Tamworth, too weak and wounded to move – too sick in her soul. Eventually however she forced herself up, leaving the house with only the clothes on her back and fleeing into the night.

Life on her own was very unpleasant for her, the young she-wolf still unable to control the change as well as being weak at making choices for her future. At least once she failed to plan ahead in time as to where she would hide herself during the moon and instead roamed wild, untamed. Without any real plan or aim in mind she drifted, further and further away from England and her past, ending up in America.

During a full moon, unable to control herself she unknowingly crossed into the territory of Cole Stanton. That very night she blundered into a team of fighters that had been sent to deal with the rampaging wolf – herself. They were able to subdued her with little injury, showing compassion but not hesitating in knocking her out to protect everyone. When daylight came and she woke up, she found herself in the presence of the pack. It was the first time she had ever come into contact with a pack and the pack life, and it took her only seconds to realise that this was what she needed and wanted.

Easily adapting to pack life, it has taken Madison many years to recover from the loss of her family and the terrible crime she committed, even though she knows it was justified. Cole’s pack have been a lifeline to her as she slowly accepted her past as best she was able and then moved on, returning to her pervious dispersion where only the now matters.