Myra Dove

[Myra]

NAME: Myra Dove.
NICKNAMES: Along with her sister, they are known together as ‘The Twins’.
RACE: Werewolf – Born.
OCCUPATION: Pack Member.
GENDER: Female.
SKIN COLOUR: Caucasian.
NATIONALITY: Canadian.
AGE: 254 but she looks to be in her early twenties physically.
CLOTHING: Her clothing is somewhat eccentric and old fashioned, Myra all but exclusively wearing dresses and leaning towards those that were in styles not decades ago but almost centuries ago. The dresses themselves tend to look deceptively simple, always in one or two block colours covering the whole spectrum of shades although she prefers the paler colours best with the occasional dark one such as black to make her natural colouring stand out. Lace features predominately but not overwhelmingly so, dresses more delicate and girly as opposed to stifling, so they make her look young. Vintage is another way to describe her choice in outfits, normally wearing shawls or wrap around throws instead of actual jackets. These can be crocheted dainty ones, silk or even made from a thicker material in times of cold weather. Myra loves to wear lace gloves ranging in length from wrist ones all the way up to her elbow and can quite frequently be seen in them even indoors. She tends to wear shoes that have heels on them, in a variety of colours. Myra shows more daring in her shoes than with her dresses, with a number of them having patterns or stripes, her favourite pair being white with a series of flowers printed on them.
HEIGHT: 5’7”.
WEIGHT: 136lbs.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
JEWELLERY: She has a pair of white dove hair clips, one with wings raising up, the other with the wings flapping down that were a gift from her sister. Myra also owns a necklace in the shape of a dove holding a branch, the outline and back in pewter, painted in a series of bright, glittering colours and decorated with beads, gold leaf and Swarovski crystals.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: A number of scars over her body from the several months in which she and her sister were kept prisoner by an insane werewolf called Francesco.

WOLF FORM

[/u][/center]

BUILD: Built for movement on both two and four legs, Myra’s wolf is at ease in either form, finding her movement quicker on four legs, however her hind ones are stronger and more muscular, to give her better jumping and fighting skills when reared back onto two. Her legs descend into delicate paws on both her front and hind ones, looking more like long jointed fingers than anything else, each one tipped off with claws that are slender, and very sharp. The dexterity of these limbs allows her superior climbing and movement, granting her access to places that would otherwise be off limits. Her chest and body are slim and long, built like that of a normal animal and designed primarily to help her movement on which ever limbs she chooses. The face is extremely wolf like, with a short narrow muzzle and large jaw to fit her teeth. On her head are small, triangular ears that typically stick up but can be flattered angst the skull.
HEIGHT: Quadruped 3'2", Biped 4'6"
WEIGHT: 204lbs.
HAIR: Her hair is almost exclusively the same shade of pure white, bold and clear to see. Scattered throughout the longer hairs however are the odd smattering of a grey shade. It is mostly thick and coarse around the majority of her body, long in length around her head and neck, a good few inches. The further down her body the hair goes, the shorter it becomes, with most of her chest area having only an inch of hair. At the lower part of both sets of limbs, the fur becomes shorter still as well as finer and smoother, until there is almost none left all.
EYES: A pale yellow.
DEFINING MARKS: A mid-length bushy tail and her hand like paws.

PACK[/u]
PACK: Rayne’s pack.
POSITION: Pack Member.
TERRITORY: Rayne’s half of L.A.

HAIR[/u]
LENGTH: Her hair falls down quite a way past her shoulders, ending roughly half way down her back, the length varying very subtly all the way around her head so that it is mostly a constant length throughout. She does has a little bit of a fringe, the hair above her forehead slightly shorter than the rest although Myra is clearly in the process of growing it out to the same length, and so the variation is minimal.
STYLE: Although Myra does wear it completely straight when she has the inclination, it naturally falls in lose ringlets around her face curls only really starting around her ears and then getting more frequent and a little tighter the closer to her tips. Her fringe is normally worn as a side parting, being tucked under her hair and behind her right ear. Even more occasionally, if she needs to keep it out of her face, she will pull her hair up into a rough ponytail.
COLOUR: A rich, vibrant auburn red that can look far darker in some lights.

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

EYES[/u]
COLOUR: Green which drains of colour and looks more grey in certain lights.
ODDITIES: Like all werewolves, whenever Myra is feeling any particularly intense emotion, such as fear, surprise, excitement, etc. they will flash and change to the colour of her wolf’s eyes, as they will when she feels pain. Myra can also will them to change colour whenever she wants, to playfully tease or if she is feeling mischievous.

PERSONALITY: There is something almost otherworldly about Myra and her sister, Adrienne, the twins partly existing in their own world, to the extent that the two are sometimes seen speaking their own made up language that only the two understand. Myra seems somewhat ethereal when on her own or with her twin, not shy or distant exactly but spacey in a way – some of the less charitable people she has met have labelled her spooky, an accusation she accepts with a shrug and faint smile, not bothered in the least by it, knowing that to those who don’t understand the bond she shares with her twin, she is spooky. Myra is very in tune with her twin sister, and quite simply considers Adrienne to be the other part of her, the two fitting together in a way that she finds hard to properly put into words or explain, instead accepting that they are at once two different people and at yet also the same. She often finds herself a little unsettled and nervous if Adrienne isn’t in visible view, drawing a good deal of comfort and confidence from actual physical contact with her twin, in either a hug or holding hands.

Music is her life in many respects, Myra easily spending a good portion of every day working on either playing an instrument or creating new songs. She all but thinks in terms of music, part of her mind always focused on the next song or mentally running over a tune she is currently trying to learn. Myra has never been overly good at communication in a simple talking fashion outside of her sister and so she relies on her music and to a lesser degree, her paintings as a way of communicating and expressing the ideas and thoughts.

Despite the ‘spooky’ label some have attached to her, she is friendly, Myra always having time for another pack mate if they need her. She enjoys playing her instruments to entertain her friends, always happy to do what she can for the pack knowing that they protect and look after both she and her sister and often make sacrifices to ensure the rest of the pack is kept safe and so playing a few tunes is the least she can do for them in return. Quite a few of her actions can be considered eccentric, Myra being the proverbial character in another world, an Alice through the looking glass or the person pressing through the wardrobe to Narnia. She has an air of innocence around her in spite of her age and the things she has seen in her past.

She has what she herself calls a ‘hopeless’ crush and infatuation – possibly a little more serious than just a crush – on Jonah Lawrence, the male werewolf probably being about the only person within the pack who isn’t aware of the redhead’s feelings for him. Myra grows very shy around him, always wanting to make a good impression but never knowing quite what to say or how to act to best do such a thing. Part of her believes that she cannot care for someone else, unless Adrienne also admits to caring for someone. Myra while not overly or obviously religious, nevertheless still has much of the faith that was imbued in her during her early years, to the extent that she still carries a rosary with her everywhere and has a deep respect for people of the cloth.

WEAKNESSES: As with all werewolves, Myra is allergic to the metal silver; it can make her feel nauseous, burn her, poison and in extreme cases even kill, depending on the proximity, quantity and the length of contact. Should it reach her lungs, heart or brain, not even her abilities would be able to heal it and she would eventually die. While she has a basic understanding of how to fight in both her wolf and human form, she isn’t much of a fighter at all and would fare badly against anyone with some kind of fighting training.

Her sister is undoubtedly the greatest mental weakness Myra has is that of her sister. There is nothing she wouldn’t do for Addie, to help and protect her and just the feeling that Addie could be in danger would be enough for her to fall apart. She doesn’t know what she would do without her sister. To a lesser degree, Jonah is also a weakness, as her feelings could be easily manipulated and used against her. She really doesn’t like spiders, finding the ones with tiny bodies and huge legs very freaky, the small insects scaring her enough so that she will not be alone in a room with one.

ABILITIES: Myra had all of the benefits that comes with being a werewolf, shared with all her kind; all five of her senses are enhanced, along with increased speed, strength, agility, endurance, stamina, balance and reflexes. She has a higher pain threshold than humans, and on the flip side, she heals at an advanced rate, along with the obvious skill to change from human to wolf and back again at will. Her age means she has control over her wolf during the three nights of the full moon and can stop herself from changing as well as retaining her mind at those times. Her bond with her sister runs deeper than most and the two share a sort of link, ESP with each other that depending on their location, the situation and any stress they may feel, they can finish each others sentences, and pick up on the other’s emotions, sometimes even the physical pain.

Myra’s greatest abilities lie in the direction of music, having always been interested in it and having a natural affinity for music. Over the years she has learnt to play a number of different instruments, most notably the piano, keyboard and harp, Myra finding the latter peaceful to practise on. Recently she has started learning the panpipes, having only picked up the instrument on a whim and is rapidly excelling in it. As with her sister, she also writes her own songs, both the lyrics and the music. More often than not however, her songs are instrumental pieces only, Myra letting the notes tell the story she wants although she can add actual lyrics if the mood strikes her. When she has to sing however, she has a fairly decent voice. She also loves to paint, about the only non-musical creative skill she is any good at, sticking with oils and abstract images.

WEAPONS: None aside from her natural wolf ones.

PRIZED POSSESSIONS: She owns a number of lace parasols in various colours, her favourite being a white one. Myra also prizes her wooden gramophone that is so old it has to be hand wound to play, and is often seen around the hotel with her current notebook slash diary, a mixture of ideas, dreams, thoughts and of course, any songs she writes. While most of the instruments she plays are part of the communal life of the pack, she does own her own set of panpipes, hand crafted wooden ones. She also has a beaded wooden rosary which is almost always in her pocket, Myra absently playing with it often. Without a doubt though the most important thing in her life is not a possession at all, but rather her twin whom she treasures.

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

HISTORY: Myra and Adrienne never knew their parents and in the case of their mother, never even knew her name. Born in the Canadian county of Saskatchewan in 1752, what little they had of their mother was passed down to them both. The prairies were mostly empty, small hamlets and buildings scattered around the countryside with the occasional family moving across the area in a series of caravans. The nunnery of Sts. Ann and Joachim, patron saints of Canada was located in this wilderness, part of a small village that kept the faith and passed time simply and quietly.

It was here that the red-haired woman found her way to them. She simply appeared one night, staggering into view of the small nunnery that doubled for an orphanage, children being sent there from miles around, the holy women the only ones capable and willing to take care of those that could not look after themselves, believing that their presence in the otherwise wild world was a divine inspiration from God. As the nuns rushed to the aid of the woman she fell to the ground, the light of the torches showing them that the woman had been badly beaten and was bleeding in several places – and was heavily pregnant.

They brought her inside the nunnery and tried to treat the wounds as best they could, but for some reason the stab marks were not healing or closing as they should as the days slipped past, the woman spending most of them unconscious. It was clear she was dying and just as clear that the wounds were infected. The nuns could only assume that she had neglected medical aid purposely for some reason and as the woman experienced a rare bout of wakefulness she gasped out that it had been the choice or her or the babies. She begged them to save her children, to not make her flight across miles of empty prairie land a hopeless one. How they would have dealt with her request was debatable, the nuns believing that everything was God’s will and not sure if they should interfere. Only hours after her request however, she regained consciousness again and this time it was clear she was in labour – a sign from the heavens that these children were meant to be and the nuns sprang to work.

In the confusion of the birth, nuns frantically trying to save the children while at the same time keep the mother alive as best they could, they missed which was born first, the two getting mixed up. First one daughter came out, the second following soon after. Amazingly enough, despite the injuries suffered to their mother and the strain the whole thing had placed upon her body, both her twins were born healthy and strong, the only complication being the fear that the mother would bleed out before both had been removed.

The woman looked at her children, content despite the chill she could feel in her body, despite the knowledge that she was dying and leaving them alone in the world, knowing that at least they were in the world and that hopefully everything she had done for them She fought to remain awake, every breath agony as with her last energy she murmured the names Adrienne and Myra before slipping into an unconscious state she never woke from. With her children mere hours old, the woman died, still not having given the nuns her own name. They buried her in the churchyard despite not knowing her faith, ensuring that she had all the Catholic rites for her soul to achieve peace. They named her Mary, the sacrificing mother and under that name erected a simple tombstone, the single first name carved into it.

The twins grew up quietly enough after that, whatever had driven their mother to flee across the country did not follow them and so they had peace and quiet. It didn't take long for Adrienne and Myra to become favourites of the nuns, spoilt almost with their red hair and their quiet, soft and easy to please demeanours. It wasn't until they were teenager that anything happened, the two waking one night to the sounds of screams and panic. Not knowing what to do, they huddled together until one of the nun's found them, the woman blooded and scared, quickly ushering them through the building and towards the back door. She told them to run, to stay together and to get away, to not look back. With a final frantic shove, the nun pushed the girls out of the building, closing the door and braving putting herself between them and the shadow that had appeared at the other end of the corridor. The pair ran down the street and out of the small town, the sounds of screams only fuelling their fear.

They only made it as far as the outskirts before a sudden pain over took them, sending Myra buckling to her knees with a scream, her sister in a mirrored pose. Barely aware of what was going on, she let Addie drag her into the nearby barn, where their first transformation occurred, bodies breaking and reforming, they fled the area and out into the wilderness in their new forms. When they came too the next morning, it was to find themselves in a place they didn't know. Scared and confused by what had happened to them, and worried about the shadow that had killed everyone they knew, they pressed on, finding shelter in a small church and a kind priest. It was there they recovered their strength for a few weeks but gradually the fear of what had happened to them and could happen again built up, both worried for the kindly priest and what might befall him. Determined not to hurt him, they stole away into the night.

It was the right choice, the same transformation as before rushing upon them only days later, a series of painful nights that resulted in them always waking in some new place, confused but at least still together. Before long, they worked out that the changes in them were linked somehow to the moon, making a concentrated effort to be away from populated areas during those days, although avoiding people in general soon became the norm. Tired and worn down by the life in the wild they had been reduced to, they slept deeply, unaware of the man who found them and prepared a fire as well as covering them with blankets.

Although terrified when they woke to find the stranger there, he calmed them by telling them that he was like them, proving it by changing from man to wolf and then back again. He promised to help them, to teach them and to take them to a place where they would be safe from themselves and where others would be safe from them.

They followed him trustingly, not knowing what else to do and with what little experience they had with people seeing no reason not to trust; so tired and scared and seeking some kind of guidance to what they are. It wasn't until they had entered the building the man led them too that either felt something was wrong. Hands gripped each others tighter as they moved through the house, Myra just wanting to run, that sensation that things were wrong growing stronger and stronger. Before either could properly voice or even form their concern however, the man struck, knocking Myra to the ground, wrenching her sister from her hand. She turned, trying to move, to get back to Adrienne, needing to get back to his sister and then the second blow came, knocking her into darkness.

She woke alone, the first time she had woken without Adrienne near by for as long as Myra could remember and no matter how much she called or cried there was no sign of her sister anywhere. There was no way out of the room either, Myra hammering on the only door which was firmly locked for what felt like an age before it finally opened and the man from before entered, holding a case, something strange floating inside.

The young red head backed away from him, scared once more, confused and hurting but demanding to know what he had done to Adrienne, where she was and what he wanted. In reply, he lifted the case, Myra realising to her horror that it was a preserved heart, one that the man claimed belonged to her sister. Myra refused to believe it, knowing in her own heart that Adrienne was still alive, that it wasn't just denial but a deep rooted belief that she could still feel her inside - her sister was alive. Just not within sight and it made the animal inside of her, that strange beast, twist and turn in fear. Her responses seemed to amuse the man, finally admitted that he had lied, the heart belonged to someone else and that he had wanted to know if she could tell if it was someone else's. His name was Francesco, he explained and he had a fascination with twins. Human, vampire, werewolf, it didn't matter, although werewolves were his favourite and more than once he had turned human twins so that they would be better 'suited' to his needs. He had been after them ever since he had come across them so long ago, when he had killed their protectors, the nuns, in order to find them, Myra feeling weak at the knees and sick to the stomach at hearing that, knowing that it had been him who had killed so many.

It didn't take long for Myra to learn what his needs were.

As well as finally learning what she was - a werewolf - she and her sister were subjected to all manner of tests and painful experiments, hurting one to see if the other felt it, depriving one of food or water in order to find out how they would react. Not once during their imprisonment were they allowed to see or even know where the other was, having to trust on their own inner feelings about the state of the other. Myra wasn't used to pain, to being separated from her sister and it didn't take long for the days to blur, for everything aside from her fear for herself and for Adrienne, for her fear of their captor to be the only moments of any memory. She tried to push it all away, loosing herself and so she didn't know how many months it had been when Francesco returned and dragged her out of the room she had been kept in all this time, down a corridor and into another - where Adrienne was.

Instantly, she forgot about everything else, rushing to her twin and holding her close, needing the contact, the firm reassurance that they were really together again. Myra didn't know why the male werewolf had decided to put them back together again, knowing that he probably had some twisted reason and experiment planned but she didn't care. Adrienne was there again and that was all that really mattered, the twins putting their heads together and planning an escape attempt. It was clear than Francesco no longer saw them as any type of threat and they resolved to use that against him, lulling him into even more of a false sense of security until he believed he had truly broken them down. Only then did they attack, both sisters moving as one, able to knock him down and pull the keys from his hands, running from the room and just locking the door before he could reach it.

Fearful that it wouldn't take long for a strong male werewolf to break through the door, they didn't linger, merely grabbed each others hands and fled from the building and out into the night, moving steadily south, having no plan but to put some distance between them and the man who had left so many physical and mental scars on them.

They didn't allow themselves to stop running, unable to shake the sensation that Francesco was right behind them and that if they paused, even for a single night, he would catch them again. They were no fighters, had no other way of staying safe except to run, crossing into America and still not stopping, thinking only of flight. The constant fear and lack of food soon took their toll, the pair growing weaker and weaker, the further they ran.

All they had was each other, Myra clinging to her sister as they stumbled through yet another city and yet another pack's territory. Too tired to move any further, the slumped down against a wall, keeping each other in the moment. They barely reacted to a wolf and vampire fighting, only really responding when a group of pack wolves approached them, the pair trying to shrink into the wall. It was here that two of them introduced themselves as Neal Lewis and Isabella Valdez, promising them that they were safe, that they would look after them. Knowing that they were in no state to run or even move, neither really protested as the pair took them to a nearby inn, knowing that they didn't have the energy to cross the territory in order to reach the pack's home.

There, unable to sleep or relax, not fully trusting Bella who watched over them or Neal who patrolled the area outside, they huddled together. And it was there, that Francesco finally caught up with them, the pair trembling at the sudden sound of fighting, Neal sending a signal to his mate who promised them again that everything would be all right before leaping out to join in the fray. Myra clung to her sister with what little strength she had remaining, trying to block out the vicious sounds of fighting and howls outside. To their relief, it was Neal and Bella who returned, bloodied but victorious, telling them that Francesco wouldn't be a problem any more, and they didn't need to worry about him any more.

They offered the twins a proper place of haven for as long as they wanted it, guiding them across the city and into the pack's home. It was a frightening transition in many ways, from alone to suddenly surrounded by wolves and it took Myra a while to be comfortable around anyone aside from her sister, one rarely seen without another. It was there as well, that Myra met Jonah Lawrence, another pack wolf. It didn't take long for her to grow smitten with the male, affection for him only growing after he saved her from a giant spider.

In Myra's eyes it was Neal and Bella who they owed everything to and so it was for Neal and Bella that they stayed as things began to deteriorate within the pack, as the alpha's pulled away from them and the once warm and friendly family began to grow cold, the two once more retreating into each other. In recent months they have begun to share a room once more, as a result of this tension, neither wanting to wake without the other within arm's reach.