Post by Felicis on Nov 25, 2007 3:31:12 GMT -5
Name: Marie Duvall
Age and how old they look: 41, 25
Gender: Female
Clan/Race: Lycan
How they found the Clan: She didn't
Who bit/made them the race they are: Erin, a lycan of the wolf variety who had a fetish for biting. Yikes.
Family: None
Position/Part in Clan: Loner. Assassin/Mercenary
Appearance: Standing at five foot five, one-hundred and thirty-six pounds, in the blue corner, introducing...Marie Duvalle! She's slightly tanned, with blue eyes and red hair. Her hair is not a bright red, but a dark, flowing blood hue, cascading in waves down to her waist. Her smile is large and can often stretch from ear to ear. It causes her eyes to narrow and eyebrows to turn in, and when she was young her mother would call her a little devil.
Normally, she wears black clothing. Especially fond of leather and combat boots. On sunny days, she wears shades, but she'd not one of those freaks who wears them all the time.
In her wolf form, she is a Mexican Wolf with a redish hue to her grey coat.
Personality: If you met Marie Duvall, you would not assume her the killer type. A spunky type, she loves a laugh and enjoys dancing. Never one to miss a quip, she loves joking around and playing. However, strangely enough she lacks any friends. Occasionally she will lurk about a club or two for some fun, yet...she comes alone, leaves alone, and lives alone. That seems the only suspicious thing about her.
However, on the underside, she has a streak of cruelty. Perhaps it's the animal in her that shows up. When she's following a hit, she feels like a beast stalking prey, a hidden part of her rearing it's ugly, wicked head. But the scary part is, it was like that even before she was bitten.
History: In the beginning, she had a family and friends. Her father was a seed hitman. Her mother worked at the local library. Her father tried not to involve Marie, but it was no good. Marie found out eventually, and it frightened her in the beginning. However, soon she became used to strangers pictures in the house, notes about their behavior...
But one day, someone figured him out. Found out her father was the man taking out members of their organization. She was at the mall with her friend that day, when she 15. They were both killed. Little Marie was orphaned. And that day she realized it was her destiny. She was meant to take up her Daddy's business and get revenge.
However, she realized something else. There was money to be obtained in being a mercenary as well, hiring out her services into wars between two organizations.
It was when she was 25 and well into the business she got a boyfriend called Erin. This lycan was quite a biter, especially when they kissed. Whoops. It was likely it was just his beast instinct to bite her, but still...being a monster of legend was odd. But the immortal part was quite good. Made her work less dangerous. Ahahaha.
Likes: AK-47s and sniper rifles, shy guys, socks (it's an odd fetish)
Dislikes: Sock-haters, people who point guns at her, smart mouths, people who hire her and assume they own her
Open to romance, friendship, enemies? If so, with who? Everything and anyone
Open to forbidden love?:In her business, nothing is off limits. Hehehe.
Age and how old they look: 41, 25
Gender: Female
Clan/Race: Lycan
How they found the Clan: She didn't
Who bit/made them the race they are: Erin, a lycan of the wolf variety who had a fetish for biting. Yikes.
Family: None
Position/Part in Clan: Loner. Assassin/Mercenary
Appearance: Standing at five foot five, one-hundred and thirty-six pounds, in the blue corner, introducing...Marie Duvalle! She's slightly tanned, with blue eyes and red hair. Her hair is not a bright red, but a dark, flowing blood hue, cascading in waves down to her waist. Her smile is large and can often stretch from ear to ear. It causes her eyes to narrow and eyebrows to turn in, and when she was young her mother would call her a little devil.
Normally, she wears black clothing. Especially fond of leather and combat boots. On sunny days, she wears shades, but she'd not one of those freaks who wears them all the time.
In her wolf form, she is a Mexican Wolf with a redish hue to her grey coat.
Personality: If you met Marie Duvall, you would not assume her the killer type. A spunky type, she loves a laugh and enjoys dancing. Never one to miss a quip, she loves joking around and playing. However, strangely enough she lacks any friends. Occasionally she will lurk about a club or two for some fun, yet...she comes alone, leaves alone, and lives alone. That seems the only suspicious thing about her.
However, on the underside, she has a streak of cruelty. Perhaps it's the animal in her that shows up. When she's following a hit, she feels like a beast stalking prey, a hidden part of her rearing it's ugly, wicked head. But the scary part is, it was like that even before she was bitten.
History: In the beginning, she had a family and friends. Her father was a seed hitman. Her mother worked at the local library. Her father tried not to involve Marie, but it was no good. Marie found out eventually, and it frightened her in the beginning. However, soon she became used to strangers pictures in the house, notes about their behavior...
But one day, someone figured him out. Found out her father was the man taking out members of their organization. She was at the mall with her friend that day, when she 15. They were both killed. Little Marie was orphaned. And that day she realized it was her destiny. She was meant to take up her Daddy's business and get revenge.
However, she realized something else. There was money to be obtained in being a mercenary as well, hiring out her services into wars between two organizations.
It was when she was 25 and well into the business she got a boyfriend called Erin. This lycan was quite a biter, especially when they kissed. Whoops. It was likely it was just his beast instinct to bite her, but still...being a monster of legend was odd. But the immortal part was quite good. Made her work less dangerous. Ahahaha.
Likes: AK-47s and sniper rifles, shy guys, socks (it's an odd fetish)
Dislikes: Sock-haters, people who point guns at her, smart mouths, people who hire her and assume they own her
Open to romance, friendship, enemies? If so, with who? Everything and anyone
Open to forbidden love?:In her business, nothing is off limits. Hehehe.