Diana Kaitlyn NoxAge;
8 years oldGender;
Werepanther (or werecougar; depends on who you ask)Knows about the Others;
Yes, sort of. She can smell the difference between her and anyone else, but only knows about were shifters and humans. Avatar;
Hazel (Blue with a hint of gold)Hair Color and Length;
Shoulder-length in dirty blonde curls. The ends of her curls tend to be more of a white-blonde. If not washed and brushed, her hair tends to look more like a lion's mane. She's always pushing her hair out of her face. Height;
Diana was the "runt" of the "liter" and it's stayed with her. She has a tiny frame of fair colored skin and bones. It's not like she's starving or anything, but because she's so active her body tends to burn everything consumed. Markings;
Diana will wear any type of outfit as long as it goes with overalls (pants, dresses, etc). She is a rough player and needs to be assured that nothing is going to slip off or sag while she's climbing or jumping all over the place. She goes for the loose fiiting tops in case she has a tranformation mishap. This way, she can either hide her mistake or it doesn't rip holes in all her clothes. Socks and shoes are a big no-no to her. Diana wants to feel her surroundings and finds putting anything on her feet is just about as ridicilous and uncomfortable as putting sock & shoes on hands. True Form;
Since the child was born a werebeast, her true form is a larger version of an average Florida Panther (Cougar
Her animal counterpart has a wide hazel eyes with specks of gold in them. The fur a golden tan that fades to white around her mouth and stomach with random black patches. As she grows older the spots will fade, if not disappear completely, under the thicker gold color. To any one watching on a full moon, Diana appears to be just a big kitten, her animal form keeping her human size.
The girl has yet to master the transformation at free will. In most cases, Diana will involuntarily change different parts of herself. Leaving her in a half-state. Her eyes are the first to change when she is angry, sad, or sick. Human eyes tend to widen and grow into orbs of gold with hints of blue in them. Two, small, sharp fangs will stick out when she attempts to hiss or growl. The ears won't particularly change, but they'll perk up unusually for a human. Depending on her mental state and the situation, she might even grow patches of fur. Again, what changes completely determines how fierce she's trying to look to another person. Personality;
The Goddess Diana has been depicted in art as the huntress, and once this werecub overcomes her childhood shyness, she'll be just as fierce.
For now, the child lacks self-confidence and tends to be hypersensitive to what is going on around her. At this point in her life, with her becoming more aware of herself and the world, Diana lets things get to her personally. She is easily troubled by her own anger and aggression as it seems she can get carried away at times. Even in her pack, Diana constantly needed to be guided and reassured that she wasn't a freak. What was happening to her was only natural and to just let it happen. Unlike her other brother and sisters, the girl was more withdrawn from the pack. She only found comfort with her mother.
Diana tends to find herself flustered, anxious, and fearful most of the time. She doesn't understand, really, what she is and why she is different from humans. When she goes into a half-state between human and animal, the girl feels powerless. Even more so now that she isn't with anyone of her kind. Hiding seems like the only plausible solution when in contact with people. The less they know about her, the better she'll be off. However, the few times strangers have tried to get too close, Diana snaps and bites them. They tend to back off and is never seen again.
The werecub can usually tell the difference between a human and a non-human. She doesn't exactly know what the non-humans are, but if she is faced with one...she'll yield. Diana knows that she isn't in control of herself and would most likely becomes the prey if she antagonizes them. She won't attack, but they aren't going to touch her either.
In her comfort zone, the child tends to attach herself to someone or something. It all depends on if the person has food, not that she is gullible or anything, but food is up there on priorities. If someone wants to willingly hand her some scraps, she'll be their best friend.
Diana is a hoarder. She knows what it is like to have everything ripped from you. So now, when she gets a hold of something, it'll be a fight to get it away from her. This goes for people, too. She finds something or someone she likes, Diana will see them as possessions and stake claim to them. Fears;
Being abandoned/alone. She's still getting used to being a shifter and so when something new happens to her it freaks her out a little.Quirks;
- She will bite anyone who tries to touch her. Nothing too serious and never breaks skin. It mostly startles people more than it hurts.
- She likes to stake a claim on the tallest thing in the room. People don't tend to look up, so she gets to watch them without being noticed.
- Followed by pouncing. Though she may not look like much, this girl will pounce from just about any where, and knock an average person down. Once pinned to the floor, the girl likes to either lay a flat hand on their chest or lightly bite their neck. Wresling may occur until she gets her chance. Tap outs are not allowed.
- Unless she is hungry or scared, she doesn't like to be messed with.
- She naps throughout the day and wants to play & explore during the night.
- Crickets, mice, and red balls often find themselves at the other end of her play time activities.
- Catnip is like a drug to her. She will do anything if Catnip is involved and probably the only way to get her to behave/ entertained.
- The Jungle Book is her favorite story. She loves listening to the Disney soundtrack for the movie.
- Has a deep fascination with yellow birds, particularly Canaries. She's always wanted one, but it'd have to be locked up in a cage far, far, far, away from her reach.
Due to the trauma she has experienced, Diana has become a mental mute. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her voice or her head...she just refuses to speak. She acts out like a small kitten and makes up by gestures, facial expressions, or sounds (whimpering, growling, etc.) because she finds it is easier than speaking. Occupation;
Around her neck is a baby blue, plastic beaded, necklace. Hanging at the end is a silver, heart shaped, charm. Engraved is the name "Nox". When she gets anxious, the girl will fiddle with the charm. Parents;
) Stacy Sloane (20) [mother; deceased
] and James Sloane (19) [father; deceased
) Isaac Morris (350, but appears to be late 50's) [pack alpha]; Evelyn Nox (273, but appears in later 30's) [pack mother; deceased
Several adopted pack siblings. However, none that are biologically related to Stacy or Evelyn. Children;
Stacy and James Sloane grew up as childhood sweethearts and practically inseparable. They always dreamed about leaving behind their hometown of Bellevue, Nebraska for an endless journey on the road. The couple spent their teen years working and saving up for their adventure. By the time they graduated in May 2040, Stacy and James had enough money to start traveling. Their parents didn't like the idea, but after several arguments, they'd all come to a compromise. The young teenagers had one year together, before returning home and attending college. The following June, the couple packed up their car and headed out west. It would be the last time they'd ever see their families again...
A year around the United States had been fantastic for Stacy and James. They had touched almost every state and never stayed longer than a month. Slept when they wanted. Ate what they wanted. A life without rules or plans. It wasn't until they were leaving New Mexico that Stacy became ill on the road, making traveling difficult. Worried about her well-being, James decided to make a pit-stop in Colorado. Little did they know that the San Miguel County was territory to a Were-Cougar pack and they were looking for new blood.
The town of Pandora had been a ghost town and what people left had re-directed them to Ophir. Several tests later, the couple learned Stacy was pregnant. However, the doctor informed them that the road trip wasn't the best for mother and child. A lie, of course, to keep them in town longer. Ecstatic and a little scared about bringing a child into this world, the two sat down and talked about what their next steps would be. The first thing James wanted to do was make their small family legal. He couldn't afford the ring he wanted, but Stacy was thrilled nevertheless and agreed to eloping.
James and Stacy married in the town's courthouse and were pleasantly welcomed by the citizens of Ophir. A woman, Evelyn Nox, willingly allowed them to set up home in her deserted bed & breakfast. From there, the newly married couple worked for the roof over their head. James worked as an on-site handy man and Stacy the receptionist (even though no one ever called from outside of the town; a detail the young parents overlooked until much later). They even found it refreshing how helpful everyone became with Stacy's pregnancy.
Over the next few weeks, Stacy regularly visited with Dr. Morris for updates on her baby's health. He seemed worried the fetus might not be getting the proper nutrients it needed. He assured her that he had a solution and prescribed her an elixir she was to take once a day with a meal. Little did the young mother know, it was a concoction mixed with the blood of the Alpha Male, Isaac Morris. Very few humans passed through his territory and he'd always loved to experiment when they did. Isaac knew his blood wound most definitely turn Stacy, but the affects on the still-developing fetus would be unknown until it's birth.
A full month had flew by and on the eve of her first transformation, the mother-to-be woke up in the middle of the night in the most excruciating pain. James and Evelyn rushed her to the hospital and into Isaac's care. The doctor ordered Eve to keep James preoccupied so that they could sneak Stacy out of the hospital and into the woods (not exactly an easy task).
Fearful for her child's life, Stacy begged to know what was happening to her. She had even questioned the medicine the doctor had given her. She described the cramps and discomfort, but had figured it had to do with being pregnant. Without hesitation, as he was strapping her down to a mobile hospital bed, Isaac explained she'd been fed his blood. She would be the first human test subject in his experiment. He wanted to find out the difference between those who had been attacked and bitten, to those who had been ingesting the infectious blood. It was just a bonus for her to be pregnant at the time.
Terrified beyond believe, the young mother began to scream out for James. This was like a bad, modern version of Rosemary's Baby that she did not want to re-enact! Hearing his wife, James pushed Evelyn down and tackled any person trying to block his way to Stacy (being a linebacker in high school had it's advantages). He'd made it just in time to see them load his wife into an ambulance and come face-to-face with the Alpha. James attempted to fight Isaac, a poor decision on his part, and it resulted in his head being ripped from his body. Obviously, he didn't make it through the night in his condition.
Stacy was unloaded in the middle of the woods were Isaac and a few others coached the woman through her first transformation. They explained that the harder she fought, the more painful it'd be and they weren't sure how well the baby would handle so much stress. She called out for James and was told that she'd see him afterward. It would be too dangerous for a human to be around. At the peak of her metamorphosis, the others turned as well. Apparently they saw this as a support technique she'd appreciate later.
Days later, Stacy woke in her own bed with Evelyn by her side. She recalled the events and thought them to be a horrible nightmare until she saw the older woman's face. The young mother stumbled out of bed, searching the house for James. When she made it to the kitchen, Stacy found Isaac at the table enjoying his breakfast. He'd even smiled up at her and praised her for a magnificent job on her transformation. Despite the urge to run as far away from this place as possible, Stacy found herself drawn to the table as Isaac coaxed her with food. Evelyn joined them silently and spoke of nothing about James's tragic death. The Alpha promised she'd see him soon, but would need to rest and re-cooperate for the sake of the baby.
The woman spent the rest of her pregnancy in the care of Isaac and Evelyn at the bed and breakfast. Every month, at the beginning and at the end, the man forced her to endure the pain of the transformation. The more she did so, the better chance she had at controlling her animalistic urges in front of humans. It was important to keep their territory off the radar and their presence unknown by hunters. Stacy only thought of James and how she'd die if anything were to happen to him because of her. She requested permission to at least speak with her husband, only for Evelyn to lie and say he was at work. He was staying with a co-worker until Isaac was certain she wouldn't hurt anyone.
On the night of the baby's due date, Isaac ordered Stacy to turn in beast form. There had never been a child born while the mother was a beast, in Ohir at least, and the Alpha wanted to see what form the child would take. April 15, 2042 at four o'clock in the morning, Stacy delivered a baby girl. However, due to the experiment, the child had come out with a distorted figure; a half-ling. Diana had a flat nose, pointed ears, a paw instead of a foot, and a furry belly. This would be the form she'd find herself in later instead of being able to fully change from human to cougar.
Pleased with how his experiment turned out, the Alpha took the child and introduced it to the rest of his people. Since she had been born on a full moon, he gave her the name of Diana, in honor of the Goddess of the Night. The little half-ling was passed around to the others as they welcomed and blessed their new member...all except for Stacy. The mother took one look at Diana and turned away in disgust. She told them they could of the demon-child if they returned James to her. The couple would leave the town and never speak anything of it.
Angered by her words, Isaac lashed out, striking Stacy with a clawed hand. Four streaks across her face, forever marking her as an outsider. He took it a step further and finally told her of James' fate. She was alone, in a world that would only see her as a monster, unless she begged him for forgiveness.
Stacy never did apologize to Isaac and was banished from the county. She spent every waking moment for the next year on extracting her revenge on the shape-shifting pack. The mother spent most of that year in animal-form, watching from the forest-line as Evelyn raised the child as her own. Stacy learned routines and patterns in their every day lives. Waiting.
On the other side of the spectrum, the baby Diana eventually took on a complete human form. Isaac noted how the child was able to change certain parts of her body when upset as a possible defense mechanism or self-comfort technique; a habit he was going to have to discipline out of her. No one changed unless he commanded it and the child would be no exception.
Diana's first birthday was a thing to celebrate in Ophir and Evelyn wanted to go all-out for her only child. Plus, it gave the town something to do for a day. Why the heck not pitch in? She allowed the Alpha to examine the baby that morning, noting how she seemed to progress more like a human than the other were-cougar (parented by both bitten parents) children had. He wondered if it had anything to do with her half-state. When she was able to control her form and completely turn, her aging process would slow. Time would only tell.
After her appointment, Diana was put down for an early nap so that she could enjoy her party. Evelyn had just stepped across the street to the bakery when Stacy saw her opportunity to set her plans in motion. She snuck through the back door and crept upstairs where the child slept. It was rather kind of foolish to leave her unprotected, Stacy thought as she watched the girl from her crib. No one would even know the thing was dead until they heard Evelyn's mortified screams. She'd have to make it quick.
Stacy picked up the sleeping Diana, easy not to stir her from her slumber. The biological mother cradled the baby, examining her blonde curls and porcelain skin. A daughter she had pictured in her dreams at night. She had James' nose and chubby cheeks. This was not the monster that she had delivered a year ago. Stacy let her mind drift as she imagined what life would've been like how they never came to this Hell. A lump formed in the woman's throat. Diana was so beautiful, so...perfect. She couldn't quite believe this is what was produced after all that pain and suffering. Stacy bent her head close to her daughter's and breathed in her baby-soft scent. It filled her head, and she squeezed her eyes shut, nearly drowning in its sweetness. In that moment, the young woman fell in love with the baby she never got to hold. She knew, too, that her child would love her unconditionally. She would never be disgusted or revolted by her mother's beastly form. Never question the kills she'd have to complete in order to keep them safe and fed.
If necessary, she'd give her own life.
However, left to grow up in Ophir, to be raised by Isaac...she'd lose her innocents. Diana would grow up to be a predator. She wouldn't feel guilt after the kill. They would have to flea. Get as far away from this place as possible.
A shift in the air alerted Stacy's extra senses to a change; a warning something was wrong. A creek from one of the floor boards had the woman spinning on her heels to face the intruder. She hissed at the large, looming, figure that blocked the entry to the nursery. Isaac. He took in the scene before him, realization crossing his features. His face went from passive to enraged. The Alpha stepped forward, his expression murderous. Stacy clutched her daughter's body close to her chest as she took a step back.
“She's mine. I'm not letting you turn her into a monster.”
“Let's get this straight. I don't give a damn if you leave, you ungrateful bitch, but you're not taking my daughter.” He said quietly, though nearly purple with rage. He advanced, flexing his fingers. “She belong here, she belongs to me.”
“She's not property!” Stacy cried and felt the child jolt from the noise. The woman placed her back in the crib, putting space between Diana and Isaac. It had been a reckless move because she had just turned around when the male's fist connected with her jaw. Stacy fell, her head hitting the side of the crib. She saw stars explode and heard the cries of her daughter as Isaac greedily snatched the baby and began walking off with her. Stacy struggled to her feet, seeing her world spin, but focused on the man's retreating form. “You're not taking me daughter!”
She launched for Isaac's back, clawing at him, digging her nails into his neck. With a grunt of pain, he loosened his grip on Diana and she dropped to the floor. He swung around and struck her again. Stacy flew backwards, hitting the corner of the dresser. Even as she struggled to get up, she saw him advancing. He meant to kill her. He knocked her back again, standing above her with his hands around her neck. “Did you really think you could get away with this?”
Stacy clawed at his hands, trying to free herself. She twisted and turned and kicked; he was too strong. She heard Diana's hysterical sobbing and Isaac's grunts of exertion. She heard her own silent pleas for help. Her lungs burned; the edges of her vision dimmed. Stacy flailed her arms, her right hand connected with a heavy objected above her. She closed her fingers around it and swung. It connected with the side of Isaac's head. Surprised, he grunted with pain and eased the grip on her neck.
Oxygen rushed into her lungs; they burned and she gasped for air. She swung the object again, only this time noticing it was some sort of music box, and heard a sickening crack. Blood flew. Diana screamed. Isaac got to his feet, red spilled down the side of his face. He brought a hand to the side of his head, meeting Stacy's eyes. Then, as if in slow motion, he fell back, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. His blood splattered Diana, who was still screaming, one piercing shriek after another.
The young mother stumbled to her feet and snatched up the child, hoping to at least make it to the forest before the others surrounded the house. Stacy hadn't even made it to the backdoor when she saw Evelyn at the foot of the stairs. The older woman was about to protest when something from behind Stacy had caught her attention. Pale and horrified, Evelyn hadn't even had the chance to warn the mother. “Don't let him turn her into a murderer.” Stacy begged the other woman.
In one quick motion, Isaac took hold of Stacy's head and twisted it with a deafening crack. Evelyn rushed up the stairs to catch baby Diana before the mother's body dropped.
The last desperate pleas of Diana’s mother had haunted Evelyn for seven and a half years. The older woman watched more closely, seeing with the eyes of a human mother, how Isaac molded the children in the town. His teachings were beyond absurd for those so young and she was baffled by how he had brainwashed them all for this long. A decision made, the older woman began taking essential steps in order to get the child out of Ophir.
For six months, right before Diana’s eighth birthday, Evelyn waited for the Alpha to leave town; one of his many trips around the country (his territory) that would take at least two days. By then, she and the girl would be far from this place and with a new life. The only problem was that Evelyn didn’t take into consideration that Isaac had extremely loyal members and informed him the moment they mother and daughter ran for the woods.
The older woman was able to smuggle Diana on the bus, telling her to stay low until she returned. However, Eve never did return and the bus left the girl alone at the back of the bus. Destination: Somerset, Pennsylvania. Sample Role-play; See Jacqueline Clark