Post by Heather on Dec 26, 2006 18:58:31 GMT
Name: Heather Malati Esprit
Nicknames: Her parents used to call her Malati, normally when annoyed at her, but other than that nothing really.
Race: Werewolf - Pureborn
Occupation: Translator
Gender: Female
Skin Color: Caucasian
Age: 187
Clothing: Heather wears whatever she has to in order to stay low under the radar and out of sight. Her clothes are normally just jeans and a t-shirt, with a hoodie or something similar on the top. She favours baggy clothes that hide her shape, not wanting to give anyone a reason to take a second look at her. Sometimes she will dress in traditional Indian dress. In the past however, she has been known to dress up, wearing slinky dresses and part of her misses the confidence and safety that enabled her to do that.
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 145lbs
Tattoos: A small butterfly tattoo on her right upper arm, a little below the shoulder.
Piercings: None
Jewellery: She rarely wears jewellery, except for a single leather cord necklace, which has bone beads and a wolf tooth on.
Body Modifications: A savage bite mark in the small of her back along with three claw marks a little above it, but nothing else noticeable.
Wolf Form[/u]
Build: Stocky and beast like, at first glance she looks like a regular wolf in build, although a second glance would show the stronger, thicker legs and body, greater height than a typical wolf. More confident in four legged movement, although she can travel on two legs for short distances should the need become great. Built for running and battle if need be, but is not a great jumper in wolf form. Paw like limbs make gripping things to help climbing hard.
Height: Bipedal-7’16”; Quadruped- 4’10”
Weight: 235lbs
Hair: Grey although she has odd tuffs of white hair as if there is some unseen mark below the skin interfering with the colour.
Eyes: A shocking yellow.
Defining Marks:[/b] A rather long – as long as her leg – bushy tail.
Pack[/u]
Pack: None
Position:[/b] None
Territory: None
Hair[/u]
Length: Mid way down her back.
Style: Tends to be in loose waves although after it gets wet, it will go straight.
Color: Dark brown.
Facial Hair[/u]
Length: None
Style: None
Eyes[/u]
Color:Blue-Gray
Oddities: When angry, scared, playful or if the wolf is trying to break out, they will flash their wolf yellow.
Personality: Heather is a very curious and inquisitive werewolf, always looking at new things. In recent years the internet has been her primary source of information, often just randomly looking from page to page. On rare occasions, she lets her curiosity get the better of her fear, which is her other primary motivator. Her curiosity can get her into trouble – she knows only too well that it killed the cat.
Heather is very proud of her heritage – all three sides to it, and makes sure she never forgets where she came from or who she is. The werewolf makes little effort to fit into American live, preferring to remain European or sometimes in Indian garb. She has been known to speak French and pretend not to understand English in order to get away from people.
Intelligent and with a witty sense of humour, Heather can be great fun to be around if she unwinds enough to trust the other person – something which doesn’t happy very often. She enjoys new things, things which challenge her and make her think, but at the same time she can also appreciate mindless entertainment when thinking becomes too hard.
She is deadly afraid of human’s as a whole, and is very untrusting of their race and their motives. As far as Heather is concerned they are a disgusting and fearful race, who do not deserve to live let alone be thought of as the superior race on the planet. Currently however, she is much too scared of them to actually act on this disgust.
Weaknesses: As with all her race, Heather is deadly allergic to silver and will die in placed in prolonged contact with it. Scared of open spaces, she is not phobic in the strictest sense of the term, but is more than happy to play up her fears if they mean she gets what she wants – privacy. She is also terribly afraid of the human race, that they will discover her secret again and hurt her. Not a great fighter, she mostly relies on the instinct of her wolf side to get by. Heather also suffers from nightmares and has trouble trusting werewolves – she certainly doesn’t trust humans.
Abilities: Like all werewolves, Heather has increased senses, greater sight, smell, hearing etc. Her stamina and speed are off the charts, along with her agility and tolerance to pain. She can jump from great heights without hurting herself. Fluent in both French and English – the former being her native language. Heather also knows a little of Indian, enough to make conversation. Extremely intelligent, she can easily pick up new skills and use them to her advantage.
Weapons: A single Tanto blade, for her own protection and nothing else.
Prized Possessions: Her necklace and what little remains of her inheritance. It is all she has of her family left.
Home(s): An Apartment in Rayne’s side of L.A
History: Born in 1819 to a rouge werewolf couple with ambitions, Heather enjoyed a very varied upbringing in terms of languages and cultures; her mother was Scottish, her father Indian and she herself was born and raised in France. They had moved their shortly before Heather’s birth, her father Hari all but fleeing Scotland with her mother; Caitlin. To help his family settle into their new home, her father changed his surname to the French translation of its meaning; Esprit, meaning Spirit. Her parents always had time for their only child, and taught her to be curious and learn as much as she could about the world and how it worked.
Even though they were a couple looking to create a pack, her parents taught her the value of life and to not start fights or try and kill without just cause. They shared everything with their daughter, believing her to be mature enough to face life and its problems face on. The only exception to this was the reason behind leaving Scotland – despite Heather asking, her parents refused to talk about their time on the island.
During a fight with some rival wolves, Hari was badly beaten and although he eventually emerged victorious, he suffered several nasty gashes over his body and lost a few teeth. Hari used this however to help teach his young daughter the power they have as wolves, giving her a necklace made with one of his teeth, showing her that a part of him would always be with her.
As time went on, Hari and Caitlin began to assemble a small group of werewolves. It could hardly be called a pack – it never grew past eight wolves – but it was a family and a valuable support network for Heather, the girl the only youth in the group. The group stayed in France, seemingly content with their life and she was too. The only dark part in her life was the monthly moon, where her parents were forced to lock her up. She soon started working from home, translating French to English and English to French. Although her parents said she didn’t need to make money and that she had plenty of their own, Heather enjoyed the work, enjoyed looking at the languages and the words.
It wasn’t until she was 180 that anything happened to disrupt this peaceful existence. A rogue werewolf appeared in the little French town her family lived in. The wolf identified himself as Jimmy McLain, Caitlin’s true husband and Heather’s real father. This accusation threw Heather’s perfect little world upside down, the young werewolf not sure how to react. She didn’t want to believe the rogue but he was a charming, charismatic wolf, filling her head with doubts, pointing out that she didn’t have the complexion of an Indian daughter.
Caitlin insisted that Jimmy had attacked and raped her in Scotland, claiming her as his own although it was not two sided and that Hari had saved her. She repeated over and over again that Heather was his daughter, that many half children were fair. Heather soon decided that no matter the truth, Hari had always been a father to her and Jimmy was run out of the town by the group.
This however was not the end of the matter, Jimmy almost insanely jealous and possessive of what he considered to be his; Caitlin and her daughter. Realising Caitlin was lost to him he resolved that if he couldn’t have the Scottish werewolf then nobody would. He began a series of attacks in the small French village, killing livestock and even people, laying a trail right back to the group. After a while it was a simple matter of raising a mob from that village as well as the surrounding ones, to march on the group.
In the confusion he managed to grab Heather and drag her screaming away from the carnage. Even so, she saw her parents cut down by fire, metal and guns. The pack was large enough that it put up a good fight, but the mob was larger and in the end Heather was the only survivor. Jimmy painted himself in the role of loving father who had managed to save her but nobody else. Lost and confused, she clung to him, believing his lies. All she had of her old family was a small rucksack her mother had thrust at her and then told her to run just before Caitlin was cut down.
The mob was not satisfied with the blood it had shed however and Heather’s escape had not gone unnoticed. Driven almost mad with grief for the deaths – which included three children – the mob continued, a vigilante group searching for her. After nearly three months Jimmy and Heather were tracked down, the former leaving her to her fate once it became clear he would have to really risk his life to save her. She was captured by the group, whose anger had dissipated slightly and they decided to have a little fun with the girl before killing her. Heather was brutally tortured and beaten before being left for dead.
Somehow she survived the attack, fleeing France before the human’s were any the wiser. Without her family she didn’t know where to go or what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted to put as much distance between herself, France and Jimmy McLain as much as possible, finally understanding what he had done.
The young woman crossed to America, avoiding everyone as much as possible. Heather discovered that the small bag her mother had given her contained her ‘inheritance’; a fake passport with her photo, lose change, letters from her parents in case of their death and details of a bank account.
She has been in L.A for a little over two months now, living off her parent’s money, a bank account she didn’t know about. Heather keeps herself to herself, all but hiding in her apartment during the days, using her computer to order what she needs and locking herself in a steel cage during the full moon in an old warehouse. Occasionally she will translate pieces but only if she doesn’t have to actually interact with anyone.