Faye Nolton

[Faye]

NAME: Faye Lyda Nolton
NICKNAMES: None. She doesn’t like them and will make it known- usually painfully- to anyone who might try to give her one.
RACE: Werewolf; pureborn
OCCUPATION: Pack Member
GENDER: Female
SKIN COLOUR: Caucasian with a light tan
NATIONALITY: American
AGE: 138, but she looks to be in her late twenties to early thirties.
CLOTHING: Faye tends to lean towards more feminine fashions, though it’s rare to actually see her in a skirt or dress. She prefers well fitting jeans, shorts and occasionally slacks in a variety of colors, though she has the tendency to stay away from pinks, yellows, pale greens and purples and anything bright. Faye rarely wears T-shirts, preferring tank tops, sweaters and blouses, but her favorites are peasant blouses; she has tops in a variety of colors, though they exclude the same colors as her bottoms do. While she does have several pairs of sneakers- all in black or white or some combination thereof- just in case the desire to wear a pair comes over her, Faye will most often choose either her favorite, though meticulously kept, pair of boots or a pair of heeled sandals, which come in as many colors as her other clothing items. When it’s needed, she’ll wear a barely waist length black leather jacket or, if she feels that she wants something a bit more substantial, her nearly knee length coat, which is also of black leather.
HEIGHT: 5’9
WEIGHT: 131 lbs.
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: One in each ear
JEWELLERY: Faye has a few pieces of jewelry, but she doesn’t tend to wear it much, usually just leaving it in the bottom of a drawer.
BODY MODIFICATIONS: None

WOLF FORM.

BUILD: Rather large and muscular, especially through the arms and legs, with a broader torso, Faye’s wolf is built for the attack and inflicting serious damage rather than any sort of stealth or speed maneuvers. She can move on both two legs and four, but she tends to prefer four unless there’s a fight going on, in which case, she prefers bipedal movement.
HEIGHT: Bipedal: 6’5 Quadruped: 4’10
WEIGHT: 325 lbs
HAIR: Off white in color, it tends to be rather short over most of her body except for at her elbows and the thick mane around her neck.
EYES: Deep, rather dark amber
DEFINING MARKS: Rather human like hands that she can grip with easily.

PACK.
PACK: Lucian’s Pack
POSITION: Member
TERRITORY: Lucian’s Territory

HAIR.
LENGTH: Just past shoulder length
STYLE: Mostly, Faye leaves it loose to do as it will, but sometimes, if she just wants it out of her way, she’ll tie it back in a short ponytail.
COLOUR: Brown with reddish highlights that can be seen in the proper lighting.

FACIAL HAIR.
LENGTH: N/A
STYLE: N/A

EYES.
COLOUR: Blue
ODDITIES: As with all werewolves, Faye’s eyes will flash/flood their lupine color during periods of heightened emotions or when she is attempting to tease or intimidate.

PERSONALITY: The easiest way to describe Faye is ‘evil’ and ‘self absorbed’. So long as she isn’t suffering, she’s more than willing to stand back and watch someone else as they do and is more likely than not to find it extremely amusing. She takes literal joy out of watching someone suffer and if she’s the one actually making them suffer, then all the better. To her, suffering is just a way of life so long as she isn’t the one going through it. She likes to say that suffering builds character, but she honestly couldn’t care less if that’s true or not. She enjoys watching it and so long as she’s enjoying herself, then that’s really all that matters.

Faye tends to be extremely selfish, looking out for herself above anyone else. So long as it suits her needs and goals, she’ll get along with others, but more than anything, she’s only in it for herself. She doesn’t consider herself as having friends, just acquaintances, though anyone with similar thinking to hers is a closer acquaintance that anyone else, especially if they truly understand her way of thinking and the way she sees things. While she’s more than capable of making plans and running through scenarios on her own, it’s occasionally far more fun to make nasty plans and discuss scenarios with others and she’ll indulge herself with this sometimes, usually with Erik Vash simply because he’s the only one that she sees as being even slightly up to par.

While she respects the alphas for the positions they hold, she really doesn’t care about them one way or another. If someone would challenge and take over their positions, she wouldn’t care, just as she doesn’t care if Lucian and Farryn remain the pack’s alphas. She knows that she should probably think a bit higher of her alphas, but she shows them respect and she isn’t going to put up a challenge, so as far as Faye is concerned, she’s being a good pack member.

There are very few things that Faye is afraid of and a fight is not one of them. She fights dirty and she knows perfectly well that there’s no use in denying that. Anyone who knows even the tiniest bit about her is likely to come to the conclusion that, should she fight, she won’t fight fair. She isn’t exactly sure what it is about her that has led so many to this particular conclusion, but since she most certainly can’t argue with it, she doesn’t bother to deny it. She also isn’t afraid of a challenge, though whether she’ll take one on- whatever it might be- depends completely on whether or not she’s in the mood to do so. In order to challenge herself, Faye doesn’t keep any personal weapons- that would be too easy in her opinion. Instead, she prefers to use what she has at hand at the scene of a fight to make it more challenging for herself.

Though it often doesn’t seem like it, Faye listens to absolutely anything that anyone might say around her, storing it away in case there’s a way that she might be able to use it against them later. She isn’t above eavesdropping, nor is she above blackmail. If she can get her hands on something good that can be used against someone at some point, she will most certainly use it when she feels the time has come to do so.

Due to her ways, Faye has become almost obsessively careful about what she lets others know about her or overhear. She does everything in her power to keep her secrets to herself and monitors what comes out of her mouth or who is around when she does something, just to make sure that she isn’t giving anyone something to use against her should they get it into their minds to do so.

Faye isn’t afraid to let someone know exactly what she thinks of them, usually through tone of voice, though if they don’t seem to get the message, she can be extremely- sometimes cruelly- blunt. She has told others that she doesn’t like them right to their face, seeing absolutely no reason not to make her position known. She’s been called a bitch more times that she can count, but rather than getting offended, she takes it as a sign that she’s doing something right.

WEAKNESSES: As with all of her kind, Faye is extremely allergic to silver, which can burn or even kill her depending on the amount and seriousness of exposure. She can come off as rather paranoid about what she says around others and obsessively monitors it; she’s forever afraid that someone is going to manage to over hear something that they might very well decide to use against her. Faye is exceedingly selfish as well as blunt and doesn’t bother to think about what others might think of what she does. Due to her past, she has a problem being absolutely loyal, even to her alphas. Also, she’s still a bit too young to be able to control her wolf and transformation completely.

ABILITIES: Faye has the usual werewolf abilities at her disposal: heightened senses, agility, speed, healing abilities, strength and endurance. She has absolutely no problem whatsoever in making her feelings known and tells things like they are, though she does have enough common sense to know when she could keep them quiet. She’s a fair knitter, though she usually just does that when she’s alone and bored with nothing better to do. She also has a very high tolerance to pain due to her upbringing.

WEAPONS: Faye doesn’t keep any personal weapons. She prefers her fists (or claws and fangs depending on what form she might be in) but if she needs a weapon, she prefers to improvise. It’s too ‘easy’ if she has a weapon immediately at hand.

PRIZED POSSESSIONS: None; Faye is of the opinion that prized possessions are a waste of time, even though she does understand how someone could be so attached to something as to make it prized.

HOME(S): Red Moon Manor with the rest of Lucian’s pack

HISTORY: Born in 1868 to Doreen Nolton and Davis Clayton, Faye was the first child to be born into a small, newly formed pack run by her parents. Those who were in the pack had been threatened into joining and were far too afraid of their alphas, who were extremely cruel and powerful individuals, to so much as look displeased, let alone actually challenge them. Doreen was far worse than Davis (which was, honestly, saying a lot) and therefore Faye got her mother’s surname rather than her father’s; while the pack feared their leaders, Davis feared no one but his mate, who claimed to fear no one. Due to none of them having ever seen Doreen exhibit anything that remotely resembled fear, none disputed her claim. Even if they had seen something that could have allowed them to prove her claim was false, not even Davis would have thought about doing so. None were brave enough to do anything of the sort.

Faye grew up learning to be “strong”, being beaten every day from the time she was five and learning how to torture someone for weeks starting when she was seven. Her mother had grown up being raised in the same was she was raising Faye and saw absolutely nothing wrong with it. As far as Doreen was concerned, it was the only way to raise a child and if Davis thought any different, he never said anything. Doreen had very set ways and was determined that her daughter (Faye was not allowed to acknowledge Davis as her father, Doreen feeling that having two parents would make Faye weak despite the fact that Davis helped raise her) would grow up to be a strong individual who knew she was powerful and that the world should revolve around her, even if it didn’t.

As Faye grew older, she developed a high tolerance for pain and a fondness for tormenting others. When she was twelve, she murdered one of the pack members with encouragement from her mother, driving a knife through the twenty-nine year old male’s eye. Faye, though young, realized that she felt quite powerful taking another’s life. From then on, when Doreen felt that someone didn’t respect her as much as they should she would have the offender stripped and bound so her “darling little weapon” could torture and kill them as a lesson to the rest of the pack. The young female came to be almost as feared as her parents. She would report the slightest infraction to her mother and would even lie if someone made her angry over something silly, making it sound much worse in order to see them get punished.

On the night of her first transformation, Faye was carefully locked away so she wouldn’t cause any unnecessary harm to anyone. She didn’t like this though she caused no trouble over it, afraid more than anything that she would accidentally attack her mother while lost to the wolf. Because of this, her mother promised her a lovely reward when she was old enough to understand it. Faye didn’t want to wait, curious as to what her reward would be. In order to keep Faye patient, Doreen began to give her daughter a piece of jewelry each month, presenting it to her the day after the final night of the full moon. Much to Doreen’s delight, Faye soon stopped asking about the reward she had to wait for.

On her twenty-first birthday, Faye got the reward she had been so curious about. Doreen, who didn’t like the thought of mating for life and was ready to move on to another male named Jarrett, feeling that he was stronger and more suited to being an alpha than her original mate. To be with Jarrett, though, she needed to be rid of Davis. Since she had long ago decided that he didn’t deserve to live (she only kept him around so her authority would be less likely to be challenged) she had decided to have him killed- by their daughter. Though Faye did have some feelings for Davis- he was her father, despite Doreen not letting her call him that- they weren’t strong enough to make her refuse to do what her mother wanted. Faye quite happily killed her father, cutting out his heart in front of the entire pack. Before Faye was able to so much as wash away her father’s blood, Doreen announced that Jarrett was her new mate and their knew alpha male.

Faye wasn’t overly impressed with Jarrett, but for the first time, Doreen refused to listen when her daughter said that she didn’t like him. There was just something about the male that didn’t sit right with her, though she eventually wrote it off as missing Davis and moved on, something that was quite easily done. She continued to be her mother’s weapon of choice and despite the alphas’ cruelty, the pack began to grow larger, forcing them to move from their secluded home in northern Maine, where Faye had been born.

The pack traveled a long while before ending up in rural Nebraska. They settled in on a sprawling farm, the members having to make due the best they could while Doreen, Jarrett and Faye took the house for themselves. It was shortly after this the attack came.

One night, shouts and screams woke Faye. He first thought was that hunter or vampires had found the pack and were attempting to wipe them out. It was a theory that was quickly proven wrong when two male pack members burst into her room and dragged Faye from her bed. She fought hard, but they succeeded in pulling her from her room and down the hall, passing Doreen and Jarrett’s broken, bloody corpses on the way. As soon as she saw them, Faye found herself wondering if that was the same fate she had in her future or if something worse had been planned for her. She had little time to wonder about that, though. As soon as she was dragged outside, fighting the whole way, she was knocked unconscious.

Faye had no idea as to how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was chained to a bed in a room she didn’t recognize. In a chair nearby, a female that had joined the pack shortly before Faye was born, Carla, was watching over her. As if she knew what was on Faye’s mind (not that it was particularly hard to figure out) Carla began to explain.

The pack had been discontent for years, but had not had the courage to do anything about it until after the move, knowing that being in a new place would make it easier to catch Doreen and Jarrett off guard. Not only had they agreed that the alphas had to die, but they had also agreed that Faye being the way she was had not been her fault, making her deserving of a chance to change her ways. None of them, not even Faye, knew that Doreen had raised her in the same way she had been and that her own cruelty had been learned rather than chosen, just as Faye’s had.

Knowing that she was going to have to trick the pack in order to convince them to let her go, Faye put into action a plan that, while slow, had the best likelihood of working- very slowly, she began to display a very sweet and apologetic nature, knowing that a seemingly sudden turn around would never be believed. She had to work hard to convince them that she was beginning to see the error of her ways, but she managed to not let on that it was all nothing but an act.

Except during the nights of the full moon, during which she was locked in a reinforced storm cellar, Faye was almost never alone. Though this annoyed her, she kept it carefully hidden. Before four months had passed, she was simply locked in her windowless room rather than chained to the bed. By the time a year had gone by, she had the entire pack wrapped around her little finger and convinced that she really was a sweet young wolf who had only done such terrible things because of her mother’s influence.

It wasn’t long after that that Faye found the opportunity to slip away from the pack. Since she was no longer being locked in her room, it was simple enough to gather a few things that she would need and leave the house while the others were sleeping. Faye thought about sealing the exits and burning down the house with everyone in it to avenge her mother, but it was a thought that she quickly dismissed. She had some sense of honor and, since the pack had spared her life, she did the same for them. In order to convince herself that it wasn’t a weak decision to make, she told herself that killing them one by one would have gotten her caught quickly, but not getting to stand over them and watch while they died would have been far too boring. That, along with cutting the heart from the first human she happened upon, helped a great deal.

Faye stayed on the move for a number of years after leaving the pack, more often than not stealing what she needed because she couldn’t be bothered to stay in one place long enough to earn money. She found that moving on when she felt like it was quite to her liking, though it could occasionally get boring being on her own. When she got especially bored, she had the tendency to seek someone out to toy with and murder, leaving a trail of bloodied- often heartless- bodies in her wake, stealing whatever money and valuables she found on them. She knew that she would likely never be able to truly change her ways, no matter how convincing she had been to the pack. Murdering people was a form of recreation to her now and she wasn’t about to give it up unless she absolutely had to.

The early 1990s found her in New Orleans, a city that caught her attention and the first that made her want to stay for a while. Having saved up quite a bit of what she had stolen from her victims, Faye got herself a room at a fairly decent hotel and prepared to stay for a few days so she could explore the city a bit. It was while exploring that she met Terence Morris, a young hunter who was clearly new to the whole thing. He was handsome young thing- only in his middle twenties- and Faye soon found herself thinking that he would make an immensely entertaining toy.

Faye gave it a little time before she started to seduce Terence, finding it almost painfully easy to coax him into her bed. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that the young hunter was even more entertaining in that area than she had thought he would be. That turned out to be his saving grace. Faye found herself unable to kill someone she found so enjoyable- even if he was a human and a hunter to boot. She enjoyed Terence for nearly three months, venturing deep into the swamps during the full moon and secure in the knowledge that the hunter would be too busy to realize she was missing. When she finally felt the need to move on, Terence was alive and well.

Starting her travels again, Faye worked her way west, finding herself in Los Angeles in early 2006, where she came across a pack led by Lucian Mar. she had no idea as to what was drawing her to the pack, but she joined them, going against the lone wolf way of things that she had developed over the years. After some consideration, she realized that it reminded her a bit of the pack she had grown up in. While she might not be feared by her pack mates, she has discovered almost a kindred spirit in Erik Vash, who is just as cruel and seems to enjoy it just as much as she. For now, Faye is content enough to stay, but how long that will last is anyone’s guess.