
Username: feerlessleeder
Name: Choral McCay
Age: 567
I am a: Werewolf
Skills: Self control when changed, Changing at will,
Likes: Training other wolves to control themselves when changed. Building a fresh start for the new ones who have no self control.
Dislikes: rudeness. People unwilling to learn. Vampires.
Bio: Choral was born into a family of well to do aristocrats in the south of London in 1473. She went out for a walk with the young man who was trying for her hand in marriage when they were attacked. He died trying to defend her from the horrible beast but it was to late, she had been bitten on the side and stomach. She spent days in agonizing pain, begging her parents and twin sister to kill her. They could only look on in horror.
A week later the full moon came. The bite healed instantly and her hair began to grow everywhere. Her hands, feet, legs, arms, back, and chest became like that of a dog. Her teeth grew long and sharp. She had an amazing hunger for meat. She went downstairs to find food but once she was there the servants cursed at her and ran. She caught a young servant girl by the hair and blacked out.
She awoke the next morning in a field covered in blood and naked. She could hear people comeing towards her. She ran for her life and never returned.
She was fifty three when she was discovered she still looked twenty five. It became clear she would never age, death was no longer a comfort. An old man with a long white beard came into the cave she had been hiding in since that fateful day. He walked over to her and kissed her hand. He raised his sleeve and reveled a bit about the same size as the one on her side.
He took her under his wing and told her of the circumstances in which she was sacrificed. Her sister was also sacrificed but to another group. The Brotherhood. He taught her everything she would ever need to know about being a wolf and he introduced her to the Alliance.
It took her four hundred years but now she is the head of The Alliance. She rules with an iron fist but a soft heart. No one will be turned away who wants real help.
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