Ishara Farrell

[Ishara]

NAME: Ishara Farrell.
NICKNAMES: Various shortened forms of her first name, but nothing constant. Privately she still sometimes calls herself by her original name although she is the only one who knows it now.
RACE: Werewolf – Pureborn.
OCCUPATION: Pack Member.
GENDER: Female.
SKIN COLOUR: Asian descent.
NATIONALITY: Japanese.
AGE: 233.
CLOTHING: Ishara tends to dress simply and casually, preferring a t-shirt and jeans to anything more fancy or elaborate. The young looking she-wolf does not hold any sentimental value to clothing from her own culture and nation and as such she has embraced the American way of life and the clothes available. It is rare to see her in a dress or skirt, although not completely impossible, Ishara simply preferring the freedom of movement allowed to her in jeans or some kind of pants. She does not have any special preference when it comes to her outfits, so long as they match. Ishara is rarely seen without a pair of high heeled shoes or boots on, even if the heel is only slight. These shoes come in a wide range of colours from the typical black and brown to more unusual purple or green. She doesn’t like coats that are long or reach down past her waist and never wears them.
HEIGHT: 5’5”.
WEIGHT: 134lbs.
TATTOOS: She has a black ink pattern tribal tattoo on her left foot.

PIERCINGS: None.
JEWELLERY: A single vintage hinged bracelet that is made of green enamel and copper which she wears almost constantly. Aside from this a few necklaces but none that hold any importance to her.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: A number of scars and marks from various scrapes over the past but nothing note worthy.

WOLF FORM[/u]
BUILD: Normally moves on two legs although she can travel on four when she needs to for extra speed. Her body is rather muscular, built for strength and brute force instead of agility, a marked contrast to her human form. It is hard for her to evade attacks, her wolf relying instead of being the bigger of the two. With strong hind limbs she can easily leap large distances and her finger like toes on both her front and back paws she can grip things easily; her strength in her paws mean even smooth surfaces can be dug into, her sharp nails adding an extra dimension. Ishara’s wolf has a very square muzzle which protrudes away from the face to show a mouth filled with very sharp teeth.
HEIGHT: Bipedal-7’9”; Quadruped- 5’2”.
WEIGHT: 236lbs.
HAIR: Short and coarse grey hair that mostly covers her whole body in an even spread. From a distance it doesn’t look like actual fur but instead looks like her skin. The only obvious exception is an increase of ‘mane’ like hair around the neck, wrists and tail, this looks very coarse and stringy.
EYES: Pale red.
DEFINING MARKS: A short tail which tapers off at the end.

PACK[/u]
PACK: Rayne’s pack.
POSITION: Pack member.
TERRITORY: Rayne’s half of LA.

HAIR[/u]
LENGTH: Mid-length past her shoulders.
STYLE: Normally straight, slightly tied back so she can see without any obstruction. Some days she will tie it into a tight bun on the back of her head.
COLOUR: Dark brown.

FACIAL HAIR[/u]
LENGTH: None.
STYLE: None.

EYES[/u]
COLOUR: Brown.
ODDITIES: When angry, scared, playful or if the wolf is trying to break out, they will flash pale red.

PERSONALITY: While at first glance, Ishara can appear to be a very prickly and touchy person, becoming offended at the smallest of perceived slights. If she is unhappy or angry at you, she will not hesitate to show it in any number of ways from simply ignoring the other person to sulking to a more rare full on temper tantrum. However these moods rarely last long, the female not one to hold grudges for any real period of time, being distracted by current events. She will not forget if someone has wronged her, storing the slight away for future reference but neither will Ishara allow the incident to cloud her behaviour and friendship with the person unless the injury was a betrayal in nature – she despises back stabbers and all sorts of betrayal, the only thing she will not forgive. If it is something else, like a practical joke for example then while being angry at the time will make up with the person.

Another thing she can be rather touchy on the subject of her name and its origin – those that know her true age know there is something strange with her having an English name, but she has yet to confide in anyone as to the story behind it all. Ishara does not trust people easily and she believes she has a very good reason for this – people are by their very nature, untrustworthy. This hostile first impression to people has caused many to consider her a very pessimistic wolf, someone who is always ready to believe the worst of someone. Ishara does think that the glass is half empty instead of half full, and that some kind of disaster is just lurking around the corner. Everything is, in her own words ‘a symbol of doom’, although she is able to joke at herself about it.

The female werewolf can be rather neurotic at times, obsessive about the smallest and most unimportant of details. She tends to get hung up on things other people would dismiss in moments, making planning things something of a chore for her – Ishara is fully aware of her own faults and the problems she has when trying to do something.

Ishara cannot stand having any length of nails; they irritate and distract her so much so that she can be frequently seen trimming them down as far as they go. She even carries a small box which holds a manicure set inside around with her at all time so that should they appear to be annoying they can instantly be cut, trimmed or filed away. At least once a day she will be found pouring over her hands, examining them and the nails critically. It is for this reason that she tries to avoid changing into her wolf form as often as possible – the nails on the animal drive her completely insane.

She has an affinity with growing things, liking nothing more than to be in the courtyard, rearranging and fiddling with the patch of ground that she has claimed as her own. The flowers and plants in her area change from month to month, always around the theme of her own mind. There is nothing she will not grow and is always happy to discus plants with other pack mates as well as grow their suggestions; Ishara is however still rather touchy when it comes to her work and does not handle negative comments about it very well.

WEAKNESSES: The shared weakness of all werewolves is silver, and Ishara is no exception to this, being allergic to it 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. Ishara does know how to fight to a degree, however she would most likely fare poorly against a dedicated fighter. Her inability to trust easily could very well translate into a weakness, as she is more likely to believe bad of someone rather than taking a leap of faith.

While she does not broadcast it and in fact goes to extreme lengths to try and hide it, Ishara suffers from ochlophobia, a fear of crowds of people, thinking them dangerous. It is not normally enough to trigger large panic attacks if she is with a crowd but they do make her supremely uncomfortable and bring back memories of times she otherwise tries to forget.

ABILITIES: As with all werewolves, Ishara has increased senses, greater sight, smell, hearing etc. Her stamina and speed are off the charts, along with her tolerance to pain and her agility, her body more flexible, even more than most other werewolves. She can jump from great heights without hurting herself. Although no real fighter, Ishara trains with her weapons religiously and is rather skilled with them, as well as being skilled in all the aspects of Tai Chi. Due to her age, she can control the wolf on all three nights of the full moon.

She can speak Japanese fluently and is more than competent in her second language, English. Ishara likes to relax by dancing, although she needs a rigid structure to follow, unable to simple improvise a dance. As a pastime, she enjoys knitting soft cuddy toys and then passing them out to the pack, her skill having greatly improved in the past decade or two. When the weather is good she enjoys gardening and has a small plot near the wall of the courtyard that is hers alone.

WEAPONS: Two wooden Tai Chi swords and a staff.

Prized Possessions: Her weapons and her manicure set.

HOME(S): The Four Seasons with the rest of the pack.

HISTORY: Ishara was originally called Mieko and was born to Jun and Ai, the Beta pair of a reasonably solid and well defended pack located in the heart land of Japan. Jun had worked hard to earn the respect of the pack, one of the few wolves to be a bitten outsider instead of born. The pack was fiercely proud of their roots and the pureborns they had naturally produced. Anyone coming from outside the pack was to be feared and mistrusted, Jun having to work even harder as he had once been a human. The male didn’t let the frosty reception of the pack get to him, eventually being accepted as one of the best fighters within the group. Even so, there was mumblings when he mated with Ai, already the Beta female. Her current counterpart was furious with Ai’s actions and tried to first convince them to end it before it really began. When that failed and threatened by Jun’s power he challenged the male to a fight.

As respectful of the Beta he was, Jun had no choice but to accept the challenge or lose Ai forever. The fight that followed was a harsh one, both males suffering nasty and long lasting wounds but after a indeterminable amount of time it was Jun who emerged the winner, bloodied but not broken while the Beta lay half dead on the ground. He had won the right to remain with Ai and although it had not occurred to him at the time, he had also won the position of Beta. No other challenged him as he took the place, although the couple were always conscious of feeling as though they had let down the pack in some way by defeating the other wolf although they both agreed there was nothing else they could have done.

To try and make up for this perceived failure within the pack they strove to be not only the best Beta’s they could be but also the best mated couple and for this, it meant children. Mieko was the second of the two they were to have, her elder sister by nearly four years called Chika. It was usual for a couple in the pack to have more than one child so close to each other, especially when the couple was also expected to protect the pack as Jun and Ai were. Even though it was far from ideal, Ai risked the second pregnancy, unwilling to scorn the gift she had been given. It was a tricky birth, the pack nearly loosing mother and child before pulling through and because of that, the daughter that was eventually born was called Mieko, a blessing for having survived the dangers.

Right from her birth, Mieko was favoured over Chika, her parents having a softer spot for the younger daughter, their unexpected gift from the heavens. Mieko, in turn, adored her parents and strove to be as alike to them as she possibly could. To Mieko, they were more than just the Beta’s, or her heroic parents. They were the best wolves in the world, a common enough thought by children but made worse by the fact that she thought them better than the Alpha’s themselves, something which may have been cute for a child to announce but became more and more dangerous as she grew older and it was only when her parents spoke to her that she finally keep the traitorous thoughts silent.

Rivalry existed between Mieko and Chika as the pair went through their first change and then sought to find positions within the pack. Her sister was determined to become a fighter, to escape from the shadow of her parents and to become a respected wolf in her own right. Mieko didn’t share those sentiments, happy to remain just a pack mate, still the respectable daughter. All she wanted was to work hard to increase her parent’s standing and to try and be the best she could. Jun and Ai were credited for every positive action she did, Mieko becoming one of the most respected young wolves.

Aside from the occasional brush with her sister, the elder furious that Mieko would allow herself to be used in such a manner instead of becoming her own person as well as envious at the attention she had always received from those around her, life was quiet for the young werewolf. She had yet to master control of her wolf side, joining the rest of the young pack mates every month in the areas set aside for them. Mieko didn’t particularly mind that she wasn’t old enough to be able to keep control during the whole month although sometimes she worried about the effect her youth was having on her parents.

When Mieko was around one hundred and forty, a new group of humans settled within the pack’s land. It was not the first time that such an occurrence had happened, wolves living near humans but it was the first time that the humans were not Japanese. With the world open now, a group of Europeans had come to make a new life for themselves. Mieko was fascinated by the humans and would often disobey the pack rule, slipping out with a few of the other younger wolves who were also intrigued by the new creatures. It was the first time she had ever gone against the rules set down by not only the pack as a whole but even her own parents. They, like the Alpha’s, had forbid contact with the humans, fearing what they could do.

It was a rush to defy her parents, something she had never imagined doing before now and so Mieko continued to slip out to watch the funny creatures. The ringleader of this group was a young male by the name of Makoto, a wolf who was the son of the old Beta, having remained in the pack after his defeat. The danger and the humans were not the only things which appealed to Mieko, the risk taking male attracting her attention. To her surprise he noticed her too, the two wolves becoming closer and closer and for the first time Mieko thought of something other than her parents, allowing herself to indulge in her selfish desires. Makoto declared his love for her one day as they watched the humans, and she returned these affections much to the horror of her parents. They hadn’t realised that she had become to close to a male not of their choosing.

Jun and Ai decided that the humans were simply too dangerous to be allowed to remain in the territory and wanted to drive them out, blaming them for the change in their daughter’s behaviour as well as all manner of other grievances, real and imagined. The Alpha’s of the pack preferred a more cautious approach, not wanting to draw attention to themselves in that manner no matter how much they feared and distrusted humans and so told them to wait a little longer to see if a more peaceful approach could be thought up. The Beta’s didn’t listen and along with a few fighters who also felt the humans were too risky to be allowed to remain, set out to drive them away by any means necessarily.

It was a bloodbath on both sides.

Although at first the wolves had easily been the superior force while physically being only a handful compared to the relatively large group, the humans had fought back, refusing to leave the land they had worked so hard on. It didn’t take too long for one of the fighters to snap and transformed, taking the step for simply trying to force them out to killing all who stood in their way and the rest of the group followed. Everyone they came across was butchered until only a few dozen were left mostly women and children. Among those still alive however were a band of men who had heard talks of wolf-men roaming the area in the past and who had armed themselves with silver. Seeing guns aimed at them but believing they held only regular bullets, the werewolf’s didn’t pause of hesitate, throwing themselves recklessly at the humans all but blinded by the bloodlust.

Her parents were killed and Mieko was humiliated. Although she had played no part in her parent’s actions, she was blamed simply due to association. Chika had wisely distanced herself from the disaster while Mieko publicly mourned the loss of her parents. The Alpha pair had to make an example of someone, to pass the blame onto a tangible person, as simply blaming those who were now dead was not enough and Mieko became an excellent scapegoat, her past actions quickly forgotten by all. It didn’t matter that until the incident she had been someone to look up to and someone the youngsters were told to copy in behaviour, now Mieko had become the complete opposite in the blink of an eye. She was demoted to Omega and her name stripped from her, the pack wanting to set a clear example. The new Omega was given the name Ishara Farrell, a name learnt from one of the humans and the meaning was clear – she was now one of the enemy and no longer truly one of her own pack.

Ishara as she was now called remained with the pack despite this indignity, too proud to just abandon all she had ever known. She resolved to come out of this whole affair even stronger, to avenge her parents and to prove to the pack that they were fools to act as they had. Every kick, every insult, every use of her now cursed name was stored and kept tight in her mind, using them to fuel her own rage and her own anger. Ishara was determined that they would not beat her down, no matter how low she felt. Her old friends distanced themselves from her, even Makoto who had once proclaimed his love for her had abandoned her in favour of claiming the empty male Beta position, Chika taking the female slot. It didn’t take long for the two to become mates, another bitter disappointment for Ishara but as with everything else she funnelled it into her revenge.

She trained whenever she was able, seeking out quiet spots within the packs home in order to practise and to keep her spirits up. It was harder than she had expected to find peace, being constantly hounded by those who wanted someone to take any frustrations they may have out on someone and seeing the Omega as a legitimate target. Ishara hardly had time to settle into her new role, being omega for just less than six months before her world shifted dramatically for a second time.

Yet again, the apparently foolish actions of her parents came back not only to haunt Ishara but the whole pack. Those few humans that had survived the attack had fled to one of the larger cities, full of tales about the inhuman beasts and when the one survivor who had suffered a mauling transformed into a beast at the full moon it sent the population into a mob style frenzy although at first they were too afraid to do anything. As the months went on however they began to gain courage, collecting up as many silver items as they could, learning about the location of the pack’s home and planning the strike. The wolves themselves were oblivious to the danger and when the attack fell it took them by surprise.

Those lucky enough to survive the initial blow fled, scattering in all directions. Ishara had been training alone in one of the outer buildings at the time of the attack and fled, lost without any other pack members with her. It was this which would save her, the human hunters focusing on those that had escaped in small groups, tracking them down and she assumed murdering them, including a group that held her sister.

Free of the pack and her Omega status, Ishara took the choice to keep the name that had been forced upon her. Like her reasoning as to why she stayed with her original pack, she kept the name to prove that she was better than it. Mieko had died with her parents or with the murder of her pack and until she had somehow managed to redeem herself in her own eyes she would use the cursed name forced upon her.

She wandered through Japan without any fixed destination in mind, always fearful of the humans and other wolves. Around this time she finally achieved control over her own wolf although it hardly registered as important to Ishara. It didn’t take her long to realise however that a female in that day and age travelling on her own would be noticed despite her best efforts to keep a low profile. Plucking up all her courage she managed to communicate with a human English family, becoming employed as their nanny. They taught her how to speak their language and when they decided to move back to England, Ishara came too.

When the family started to grow suspicious about her lack of aging, Ishara moved on, taking whatever nanny job came her way and simply living a quiet life. It was while under the employment of one such family that she found herself in America, nearly sixty years after her parents died. The world had changed in that time, and Ishara finally felt able to find a pack for herself again. She missed the company and safety being with other wolves provided and yearned for it, to not have to hide her true self away from others and having to leave any friends behind after a while in case they discovered her secret.

Almost by chance she found herself in Rayne’s territory and after a less than fortuitous first meeting which due to a misunderstanding nearly resulted in her being driven out of the city she has made a home for herself within the pack, happy to be safe and in one place for a decent amount of time.