Post by Iggy on Dec 11, 2011 23:21:12 GMT -5
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Name: Spencer Ulrika
Age: 18
Time: 50 years
Gender: Female
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Breed: Werewolf
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Orange, yellow and a bit of blonde underneath.
Skin color: Peachy white
Height: 5’5’’
Weight: 115 lbs
[li] The Woods
[/li][li] Running
[/li][li] Having Fun
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[li] The Indoors
[/li][li] Being Lonely
[/li][li] People who lie
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Personality: Spencer is a tough as nails tom-boy. She is proud and arrogant, and can be a little testy at times. She is also very wolf-like in her everyday actions. She is extremely territorial and protective. Don’t even try to mess with her and her friends fos Spencer is loyal and will defend them to the death. Due to her ourtgoing nature, a great sense of humor, and her cute scottish accent, Spencer has a lot of friends of all different races. She is the best friend anyone could have, and the worst enemy too.
Family: Mother- Rosemary Ulrika (deceased)
Father- Seamus Ulrika (Deceased)
Wolf-Brother: Eric (deceased)
History: Spencer was born in the Scottish countryside in 1961. Her family was a family of sheep herder and wool makers. In fact, her mother Rosemary was the best spinster in all of Scotland. Spencer was the only child of Seamus and Rosemary Ulrika, but that was just fine with them. She was a good child to have, she was strong and independent, and loved to be outside running wild. She wasn’t very good at the wool spinning thing, and that was just fine with her parents. They were okay with her independent nature.
Everything was great in the Ulrika family until one fateful night, there little sheep farm erupted in flame, killing Rosemary and Seamus in the inferno. Spencer, who was 18 at the time, managed to escape the flames to the nearby woods. She stayed in the woods for a few days searching for the road that would take her to the nearest town, hunting and eating the foliage that her father had taught her to eat. But she always felt strangely at home in the woods.
Then the full moon came, and Spencer was awakened by the howl of a wolf. But it didn’t sound like any wolf she had ever heard before...it was strange almost human. She slowly stood up in her little camping spot only be knocked down by a huge lumbering fury body, howling and growling. Spencer screamed as she was mauled and bitten by the large wolf, until she passed out from blood loss.
She awoke in extreme agony and pain, her clothes torn and her body scratched and bite marks all over her. She had a splitting headache. That morning she managed to find a bath to the nearest village. Were she was taken by some family friends and taken care off.
That next month that full moon appeared, and Spencer felt incredible pain in her bones. She decided to take a walk in the woods to see if the pain would go away. It didn’t. Pain overwhelmed she found her whole body changing, morphing into the shape of a wolf. Her memory blacked out and all that was left was the mind of a red furred wolf.
When Spencer woke up, she woke up naked, bloody with the blood of a deer that was near by. She rolled over, and came face to face with a naked boy, also covered in deer blood. She discovered that the boy was named Eric, and he was a werewolf. From that moment on Eric and Spencer became almost brother and sister in their closeness. They traveled all over Scotland together, teaching each other how to control the wolf within.
After 50 years of hiding in plain sight, something went horribly wrong. One full moon, Eric and Spencer had hunted at a farmers livestock pen. Unfortunately, the farmer had a gun, and managed to kill Eric right then and there. Spencer was devastated and vowed to leave Scotland and never return. She hopped on the next flight, which just happened to be a flight to Canada.
