Charlotte Bennet
Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 9:42 pm
Name: Charlotte Bennet
Age: 19
Race: Werewolf. -sub class: Human
Physical Description: "Well, I can't exactly say she isn't a looker. I mean, yeh kinda hafta be in her position. She's got long, curly black hair and startlin' blue-blue eyes. That's how she pulls yeh inta her little scheme. She looks at yeh with these bright eyes and gets all close and then before yeh know it, yer at her beck and call. And then this body o' hers. Lords almighty! Curves where they need to be, and skinny in the places that matter with these long o' gorgeous legs. Ya'know, she's got this mark on her upper thigh, if yeh get close enough to look at it, it's just slightly darker than the rest o' her skin and shaped in a heart. Alot o' women claim she's a witch, but hell, if she's a witch, I'd let'er steal my soul any damn day. The sad part is though, afterwards, after it's all said and done, if you pretend to sleep, she'll get up after a while and just cry."-An exert from an overheard conversation in the local tavern between two men.
Wolf form: Tall in human form means nothing when it comes to being a wolf. In her wolf form, she's a small, tawny colored lupine. She had thought she's be darker in color due to the natural color of her hair, however that isn't the case. Although, her blue eyes do follow her through transitions.
Possessions: The only thing Charlotte has on her at all times is a small opaline jewel set in a equally small golden pedant that hang from her neck, and when in wolf form it spirals around her front left paw.
Powers/Strenghts: Charlotte has no powers, no arcane abilities, but she does have the magic touch if you catch my drift. A courtesan in title, Charlotte always felt the need to know some self defending moves with hands and weapons. So should she be crossed in more ways than one, she would be more than happy to hand your tongue, or keep an attacker at bay long enough for help to arrive.
Wolf form: In her lupine state, Charlotte is much quicker, and has a massive amount of agility.
Flaws/Weaknesses: She tends to speak her mind, and is very opinionated. She loves arguments, but is quick to lose her temper. Though she is one, she hates to be called a whore.
Wolf form: Charlotte doesn't have a weakness to silver, despite contrary belief. It does cause her a rash, but she's always been allergic to silver. And unlike most lycanthropes, Charlotte doesn't have a middle creature she can morph into. It's just human, and wolf. The only weakness she has in this form is the same as any other animal; she she gets wounded, she'll less than likely move as swiftly as she normally could.
History: Growing up, Charlotte knew wealth and nobility status. The daughter of a Lord, she had no worries, nothing to complain about; the world was at her beck and call. Until one day, eighteen years after the day she was born, she ventured of into the woods with her family on a hunting expedition. Each person was on a handsome mount, the stallions of all different breeds, and her's the youngest and the skiddish of them all; a snap of a twig would cause him to lurch in uncertainty. It could be considered fate, or misfortune, for an hour into the fox chase, a wolf howled lonely deeper into the woods. The poor stud lurched and took off, opting to race from the woods instead of venturing further, thus taking Charlotte along with him. After a few minutes of their escape, two blurred figures ran along side her and her steed. It not only caused her mount to push itself harder, but gave the wolves a reason to chase. The last thing the poor girl remembered was waking up in her back lawn, the day having already turned to dusk. As she went to lift herself from the ground, she realized that she could only go so far, and she wasn't upright. She lifted a hand to brush her face, only to rub her nose with the back of... a paw? With a howl that was meant to be a cry, a stumble was heard from inside, and then the opening of box. Before she knew it, her father was out on their lawn as well with a readied bow in his hands. Simple whines were to tell him who it was, but he saw nothing but a wolf that may or may not have killed his daughter. When the arrow was released, Charlotte had already been on her feet, scrambling to get away. Unfortunately, the arrow had pierced her flank, though she continued on, stumbling through the forest until she passed out. The next time she woke, she was shivering, and naked, though still in the forest. She hadn't a clue as to what had happened, but never the less, she'd find out how to fix it.
Age: 19
Race: Werewolf. -sub class: Human
Physical Description: "Well, I can't exactly say she isn't a looker. I mean, yeh kinda hafta be in her position. She's got long, curly black hair and startlin' blue-blue eyes. That's how she pulls yeh inta her little scheme. She looks at yeh with these bright eyes and gets all close and then before yeh know it, yer at her beck and call. And then this body o' hers. Lords almighty! Curves where they need to be, and skinny in the places that matter with these long o' gorgeous legs. Ya'know, she's got this mark on her upper thigh, if yeh get close enough to look at it, it's just slightly darker than the rest o' her skin and shaped in a heart. Alot o' women claim she's a witch, but hell, if she's a witch, I'd let'er steal my soul any damn day. The sad part is though, afterwards, after it's all said and done, if you pretend to sleep, she'll get up after a while and just cry."-An exert from an overheard conversation in the local tavern between two men.
Wolf form: Tall in human form means nothing when it comes to being a wolf. In her wolf form, she's a small, tawny colored lupine. She had thought she's be darker in color due to the natural color of her hair, however that isn't the case. Although, her blue eyes do follow her through transitions.
Possessions: The only thing Charlotte has on her at all times is a small opaline jewel set in a equally small golden pedant that hang from her neck, and when in wolf form it spirals around her front left paw.
Powers/Strenghts: Charlotte has no powers, no arcane abilities, but she does have the magic touch if you catch my drift. A courtesan in title, Charlotte always felt the need to know some self defending moves with hands and weapons. So should she be crossed in more ways than one, she would be more than happy to hand your tongue, or keep an attacker at bay long enough for help to arrive.
Wolf form: In her lupine state, Charlotte is much quicker, and has a massive amount of agility.
Flaws/Weaknesses: She tends to speak her mind, and is very opinionated. She loves arguments, but is quick to lose her temper. Though she is one, she hates to be called a whore.
Wolf form: Charlotte doesn't have a weakness to silver, despite contrary belief. It does cause her a rash, but she's always been allergic to silver. And unlike most lycanthropes, Charlotte doesn't have a middle creature she can morph into. It's just human, and wolf. The only weakness she has in this form is the same as any other animal; she she gets wounded, she'll less than likely move as swiftly as she normally could.
History: Growing up, Charlotte knew wealth and nobility status. The daughter of a Lord, she had no worries, nothing to complain about; the world was at her beck and call. Until one day, eighteen years after the day she was born, she ventured of into the woods with her family on a hunting expedition. Each person was on a handsome mount, the stallions of all different breeds, and her's the youngest and the skiddish of them all; a snap of a twig would cause him to lurch in uncertainty. It could be considered fate, or misfortune, for an hour into the fox chase, a wolf howled lonely deeper into the woods. The poor stud lurched and took off, opting to race from the woods instead of venturing further, thus taking Charlotte along with him. After a few minutes of their escape, two blurred figures ran along side her and her steed. It not only caused her mount to push itself harder, but gave the wolves a reason to chase. The last thing the poor girl remembered was waking up in her back lawn, the day having already turned to dusk. As she went to lift herself from the ground, she realized that she could only go so far, and she wasn't upright. She lifted a hand to brush her face, only to rub her nose with the back of... a paw? With a howl that was meant to be a cry, a stumble was heard from inside, and then the opening of box. Before she knew it, her father was out on their lawn as well with a readied bow in his hands. Simple whines were to tell him who it was, but he saw nothing but a wolf that may or may not have killed his daughter. When the arrow was released, Charlotte had already been on her feet, scrambling to get away. Unfortunately, the arrow had pierced her flank, though she continued on, stumbling through the forest until she passed out. The next time she woke, she was shivering, and naked, though still in the forest. She hadn't a clue as to what had happened, but never the less, she'd find out how to fix it.
