Post by Susie on Mar 31, 2008 22:07:15 GMT
Name: Susannah Louise Darling
Nicknames: Susie or Anna are the only nicknames she ever had and she really prefers the first one, if anyone asks for her name she will usually reply with her full name and then add that as an afterthought.
Race: Werewolf; bitten.
Occupation: Rogue; Susannah does not have a job, nor is she old enough to get one.
Gender: Female.
Skin Colour: Caucasian; pale.
Age: 8. Susannah looks just as old as she is.
Clothing: At the moment Susie's clothing choices are hugely limited by the fact that she has no home or person to provide care for her, she wears the same thing day and night though she changes sporadically, the recent repetitive changes that have shifted and contorted her body have destroyed countless items of clothing; oversized t-shirts seem to be her staple, they're loose so that they don't affect the various open wounds she seems to wake up with, and they cover her past her knees so that she can actually be something resembling decent during the day time. Usually she would wear what a normal eight year old girl would wear, dresses and skirts with blouses and tights or even knee high socks, t-shirts and jeans; she doesn't even really discriminate between colours. In her current frame of mind she is not picky about what she wears and steals what she can find and what she can reach in-between the horrifying changes that her body seems to go through on an almost weekly schedule.
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 57lbs.
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None.
Jewellery: None.
Body Modifications: The skin around her right elbow and left ankle bear significant scarring that is obviously, to those in the supernatural world, the source of her lycanthropy.
Wolf Form
Build: Built just like a wild wolf, even size wise, Susannah as little knowledge of her wolf form or comprehension of what it can and cannot do. Her musculature is average for an animal of it's size and build and though it lacks the ability to become bipedal, it can rear up on its back legs. The thick pelt, whilst not exactly useful in Los Angeles would keep out a bitter winter and in the warmer climate has served as an effective form of protection for the young girl. Really her form fits her current lifestyle, it is built for survival, dark enough to go unnoticed by the untrained human eye, and small enough to wedge into the smallest of protective nooks and crannies, or through a gap in a fence.
Height: 3'
Weight: 203lbs
Hair: An all over pelt of dark fur, browns and blacks in no discernable pattern, even her 'face' and nose are black.
Eyes: Gold.
Defining Marks: Susannah's wolf form has a sizeable, bushy tail which obviously aids her with balance, apart form that the very fact that she is almost entirely black could be called a defining feature. Most noticeably though she walks with a very slight limp on her back left leg.
Pack
Pack: N/A.
Position: N/A.
Territory: N/A.
Hair
Length: When well kept and cared for, brushed ad blow dried Susannah's hair reaches to her shoulders, but most of the time it is simply left to its own devices and as such the loose curl that it carries naturally means that her hair reaches about halfway down her neck.
Style: At the moment hair care is the least of the young lycanthrope's worries, it is knotty and dirty and extremely ill kept.
Colour: Flaxen blonde.
Facial Hair
Length: N/A.
Style: N/A.
Eyes
Colour: Blue.
Oddities: As a werewolf Susannah's eyes can change to betray their wolfen colouring. At some stage she will be able to control this change in colour but at the moment she cannot make it happen at will, she doesn't even know to try and it is purely and instinctual colour change largely when she is frightened or angry or upset.
Personality: For a child her age Susannah has been through a lot, not just physically but emotionally too and obviously that has had some severe affects on her and the way that she sees the world and interacts with it. Up until her very recent history she was a very bright and insightful young girl, she was near the top of her class with a healthy circle of friends whom she played with nicely, always quick to try and resolve differences, a real mediator before her time causing her mother to joke constantly that her oldest child was a 'little politician' in the making. After the horrors of the full moon four months ago though she was withdrawn far into herself; she literally doesn't talk to anyone, she stays off the mains streets and away from the downtown area as much as she can for fear of what she might do or what might happen to her. Susannah is not stupid and while she is strong than any eight year old should be she is still a very small, thin and ultimately weak little girl and continues to be horribly traumatised by the night that she was turned.
Even if she had someone to talk to about what happened, she would likely not want to do so because of the images her mind conjures. Nightmares are an obvious side effect and a kind of deep set, instinctual paranoia about every sight, scent and sound around her. Needless to say, Susie has been very disturbed for the past few months and has neither eaten or slept enough to be remotely healthy in her body or her mind, let alone her emotional side. Susannah is a very emotionally drive little girl, if she's happy she lets people know it, if she's not then she does the same, or at least she used to, recently she has found frightened and upset to be her default state of being and that is obvious in the way she skulks around the alleyways of Los Angeles, avoiding people and anything remotely like contact with the world around her for fear that it will ultimately hurt her again.
Given the chance and right environment, Susie is kind and considerate, a gentle little girl who loves animals and creative things like painting and drawing. Ina crowd she always stood out as a sunny little girl, never picking on other children, always wanting to help her classmates to feel as happy as she generally was, she was excitable and curious about everything, beginning to show an interest in music that her parents sadly couldn't afford to fund but that was encouraged greatly by her school during tutoring hours. At the same time she was perfectly happy to sit quietly and read alone when the mood would take her and she was well into chapter books at the start of the school year. During the trauma she has lived through though, more facets of her personality have become apparent; Susannah is a very strong minded, determined little girl, though she is probably unaware of those traits in herself. All tries to do is to survive from day to day, because she doesn't know or see any other route forwards, she does just exactly what she understands she needs to do to survive, betraying a very linear way of thinking but not really knowing why or what's going to happen next, where she's going or any such thing, it's almost as if she's waiting for someone to come and save her, because at her age, what else can she expect?
Weaknesses: Susannah 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; being eight and a newly turned werewolf though she has little to no awareness of this weakness she has yet. Obviously, Susannah is just a child, mentally as well as physically and while she may possess superior strength, speed and agility she doesn't know how to utilize this heightened awareness that she has and more than anything the clarity of hearing does more to upset, frustrate and frighten her than anything else. Most likely due to the trauma surrounding her turning when Susannah returns to human form after spending time as a wolf she often cannot or will not remember what she did or where she was for that period of time. Possibly at present her main weakness is her environment.
Abilities: Again though she is not really aware of it as of yet Susannah has access to 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. Being eight she doesn't have a vast amount of talents, but she is an avid and skilled reader and writer, with a very good grip on the English language for one her age, she was beginning to show proficiency for music and musical theory before her human life ended and has a good sense for rhythm and at least a basic ability to read music.
Weapons: None in human form, and in wolfen form she has only her instincts to fall back on.
Prized Possessions: Everything that she valued in the world was in her family and now that they are gone, Susannah very literally has nothing.
Home(s): Currently nowhere, Susannah sleeps wherever she happens to be when she gets tired, either an abandoned building or a warehouse, something along those lines.
History: Until four months ago Susannah was a happy, healthy and loved little girl, she had a younger brother, a mother and a father and lived out the outskirts of the suburbs. Having always been a smart child she was doing well at school, she had a healthy circle of friends and enjoyed reading and drawing; life was comfortable enough, the family were not overly rich but they weren't exactly the poorest of the poor, whilst her father might have worked long hours and usually only came home after his children were asleep he did it to make ends meet and loved his family deeply, and never knowing anything other than what she had Susie never wanted for more.
One night, whilst both children were asleep in the back room and oblivious to the goings on, Michael Darling came home drunk and bleeding all over his clothes. Though his wife inspected the bite marks on his neck and told him that he needed to go to the hospital he insisted that he was fine, it was just a scratch and he would be fine. As it turned out he was right, for the time being at least, he went to sleep that night and by the morning the wound on his neck had healed, he told his wife that it had just been a scratch a trick of the light had made it seem worse than it was and though she was sceptical, since he seemed to be fine she didn't press further and life returned to its calm routine. For one month, everything stayed the same, and then the full moon came around.
Susannah and her brother Bobby were in bed, their mother in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner with a glass of wine and their father watching baseball in the living room. Over the course of the week leading up to the first full moon Michael had been erratic; the tension in the household did not escape the children and their mother was at her wits end trying to talk to her husband, to understand where it was all coming from. After a particularly vicious argument late that night, Hannah Darling told Michael in no uncertain terms that he was sleeping on the couch to which he scream. Literally began screaming in agony. Lying in bed Susannah and her brother Bobby heard it all; it wasn't like it was easy to sleep in the small house when their parents were arguing anyway. Below them their father changed, his body shifted and contorted involuntarily into that of a huge creature. A wolf. Hannah bolted up the stairs, running not only away from Michael but towards her children. At the top of the stairs he caught up with her and they tumbled into the master bedroom in a cacophony of screams and roars. Susannah launched herself out of bed and grabbed her brother's wrist, not speaking as she unceremoniously yanked him out of bed and towards the window. It was locked and childproofed to stop them climbing out onto the pitched roof beyond it. Hearing her mother calling her name, Susie's head whipped to face the door to the landing; they would have to run downstairs to get out. With Michael occupied in the main bedroom they could make it, they had to. Without waiting to try and be quiet or cautious, Susie -with Bobby in tow- tore out of their shared room and straight downstairs. Halfway Hannah appeared in the doorway to the bedroom Michael had shoved her into, covered in blood as she was, she shouted for them to keep going, slamming the door behind her. Hannah followed them down the stairs, but the door did little to hold her transformed, moon crazed husband and Michel ripped his way through the flimsy wood, chasing the family downstairs.
With lycanthropic speed and grace he leapt off the bottom of the stair, colliding with his wife's back. Hannah went down, he weight on her shredded back felling her easily and pinning Bobby beneath her. Susannah fell too, but she at least wasn't trapped and the small girl scrambled to her knees, turning in time to see the enormous brown animal sink its bloodied, salivating jaws into her mother's neck. Bobby was screaming and crying beneath Hannah who writhed and twitched and in a snap decision, fuelled by a mixture of shock, horror and pure instinct Susie reached out for her little brother, crawling back towards the gory piled of bodies. Michel's head shot up and he pitched forward a few inches, claws still dug into Hannah's form, his jaws clamped around Susie's arm at the elbow and she instinctively tried to pull away, causing the teeth to tear through her skin. For whatever reason, Michael released her. Beneath him Hannah sobbed for her daughter to run, pleading with the dazed, confused and agonized young girl to just run. Susannah, barely able to breath she was so terrified obeyed, turning, cradling her torn, bleeding arm to her torso, instinct had taken over so completely and every motion she made was purely for survival.
Before she could get far, Michael's sire came looking for him.
The female wolf kicked the door in and stormed into the living room, all flashing eyes and lupine strength. Susannah scrambled through the kitchen in a blind panic, trailing blood behind her and smearing it all over the linoleum, pain clouding her senses as she slammed into the back door. She yanked on the handle but the door was locked and she couldn't reach the top catch. Shouting from the living room reminded her that she didn't have time to try and climb up and unhook it, and with her arm shredded around the elbow she wouldn't have been able to climb up on the counter top anyway. Susannah dropped to her knees and slapped her palm against the dog door, shoving her head and shoulders through afterwards. Having wriggled halfway out of the flap in the door, Susannah screamed in sudden white hot agony as she felt something strong and sharp grab hold of her left ankle and try to yank her back into the house. Sticky, wet blood streamed out of the wounds on her foot where her father was holding her and the small child grabbed onto the outside of the door with her good arm as best she could, wedging herself in the gap, sucking in breath after breath only to spend the oxygen in ragged screams.
What happened next is a blur to her even now, she heard a sudden series of bangs - gun shots- followed by the release of her ankle and she didn't hang around to find out what had happened. Now dizzy and disorientated she pulled herself through the door, tumbled onto the brick patio and ultimately to her feet, crying quietly and terrified Susannah ran, or rather limped into the night and didn't stop until everything around her was quiet. Naturally the police were called to the scene; they arrived literally moments after the only survivor had scrambled out of the dog door and disappeared into the night. Susannah collapsed in some garden, she was too disorientated to know where she was, but her body could no longer support her once the adrenaline had worn of and her small frame simply refused to carry her any further. When she woke it was daytime and her wounds had stopped bleeding but the panic was still there, the unbridled, un-chastised fear pulsed through her and she picked herself up and ran again. Terrified that the monster would be coming for her, that it was going to come and get her and kill her. Rationally she knew her mother and brother were dead and where her father was she had no idea, but all realisations of facts were buried by the drive to escape.
Since then Susannah has, for want of a better term, wandered the streets of Los Angeles, staying out of the way of people as much as she can. Her first change happened mere days after her initial turning, when a homeless man cornered the little girl and the wolfen side of her that was so new and frightening to the child took over, rippling through her to change her form and protect her from her enemy. To survive she steals, clothes when those she has been wearing are destroyed or lost in a change from girl to wolf and back again, food when and wherever she can, though she never seems to find enough to fill her appetite. Luckily for her and everyone who likes to spend the full moons wandering the city, Susannah has been so intent on keeping away from people that her status as a freshly turned rogue werewolf has gone unnoticed by both main packs in the city.