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PIPA LIMON
Full Name: Liseli Pipaluk Limon
( Liseli - The Light, Pipaluk - Little One)
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 5'3
WEIGHT: 128
RACE: Werewolf, Pureblood​

APPEARANCE:
A petite figured woman, Pipa is neither heavy nor thin, has a slight athletic dancer's body. In her opinion, her slender toned legs being her best feature. She has a head full of long, wavy blackish brown, unnaturally thick hair. Standing at 5'3, Pipa is of mixed heritage, being of Native American, Mexican and Caucasian descent, the most prominent being the Menominee features. Naturally sunkissed skin with a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her slender, slightly up-turned nose resting on her contoured, oval features. She appears fragile but is deceptively strong, with high endurance. Not overly busty, but just enough to not be compared to a flat board.

This highly energetic woman can be considered exotic. Lush, shapely rosy-hued lips always on the verge of a smile. Although never a full smile unless she is with her mother, being that she has pointy, extended eye teeth that show prominently in a full smile. A mischievous glint in her almond-shaped, dark grey/silver eyes. She tends to keep her messy hair up, with half tumbling down her trim back, tapering to curvacious hips.

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Werewolf:
More attuned to her wolf than most others of her kind Pipa was born a werewolf rather than being bitten by one. Pipa is one with her wolf, in part to the spirit guide that came with her into this world, making the link between Pipa and her wolf much more united. This link, a continuous joy. Because of this, she is easily able to transform from her human shape to the wolf form. She very much enjoys the freedom and joy her wolf feels. In harmony, they hunt as one whole being, from chasing down wild animals to racing across the forest floor, gleefully and always in sync with each other. Their symbiotic bond holds as tightly as a woven tapestry.

Her Spirit Guide, Moq (Moqwai - Algonquian), has been with her since her birth, Pipa only knowing him as Moq.
Moq guides Pipa through gentle chiding when too rambunctious as a young pup to a wise and kind mentor. Although she does not see him as much since a young girl, she feels him with her often. As of late, only appearing in times of great need or urgency, he is otherwise silent.

Pipa was born in secret. Her mother, Jaci, raised her as far away from her sperm donor, as she calls him, as possible. He was not a man who could be trusted, or so she has been told. Jaci, telling her repeatedly that he looked down on her. That he was ashamed to have stupidly "fucked" her. Of course, her mother didn't tell her these things until she was much older, more mature, and felt she was old enough to understand why she left that pack. Her mother believed, perhaps desperately, that he wanted her, that he cared for her. Allowed her to live in the large cabin he owned, to sleep next to him, and keep the house clean. Until one day, she overheard him telling his sons how disgusted he was with himself. Laughing, he said, " I won't be drinking that hooch anymore, makes me do stupid and disgusting things ... stupid slut!" Jaci being a turned werewolf rather than being born a Pureblood werewolf, unlike him, was devastated.

To him, she was far beneath him as any living thing could be but enjoyed the benefits Jaci offered freely. Though, my mother does not feel the same sentiment, as she is a proud woman. Heartbroken, she started to plan a way out of this situation. Knowing if she told him she was pregnant he would never let her go. His disgust of Jaci drove her to abandon the pack in the dead of night, not only taking their unborn child but something else of value to him. So she raised Pipa as a single lone wolf. This much she has learned over the years by diligently prying, crying, and begging to know anything about him. If his contempt towards her mother was factual? Pipa didn't know what to think, one; perhaps her mother is jaded, so things aren't as she said, or two; is it so? Because of this, Pipa want's nothing to do with him and her four half brothers. Due to this, Pipa has formed a very negative feeling towards this heartless male. Thus, her mistrust of the male werewolf species affects her to this day. Not that she has met many werewolves. Either male or female due to her mother uprooting them every 2 to 3 years since Pipa was born. Thus she was unable to get to know more of their kind. But, it seems that her mother has finally decided to settle in one place, feeling that either he did not care enough to look for her or thinks she is dead.

So for the last ten years, she and her mother have lived in Oconto Falls, Wisconsin, a beautiful, small city with the Oconto River running through it. Oconto is a beautiful, little city filled with all types of activities such as swimming in pristine rivers, boating, skiing, and fishing. Biking and hiking along nature trails and the best benefit, running wild in the lush, vibrant forests. A perfect place to stay hidden in relative safety.

The last ten years being the happiest Pipa has ever had in her thirty years of life.

Until now. Terrified, she listens to her mother's soft, hushed tone over the phone, "The Game is afoot...."
Fear, anger, and a deep concern for her mother's life kick into full gear as her first instinct is to run and help her, but it is not safe. These chilling words making goosebumps spread across her entire body as her mother's voice, filled with anger and fear, suddenly ends the phone call. Her mother's soft tones, maddeningly repeating itself over and over in her head, causing anxiety to spike into overload. She wants to go to her. Quickly gathering her belongings, intent on getting to her mother's side, abruptly halts her movements when Moq suddenly appears. His look intense, whispering in her ear clearly, "Run, my little one. Run!!"
Everything has changed for the worst.

First: She must go and withdraw the money she and her mother have been saving up.

Second: Take the back roads out of town.

Third: Head to the only place they agreed upon for her to hide and wait, with approval from Moq.

Choteau, Montana to the Montana Pack.​

 

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Jedi Knight Eivith Xapaas​

Height: 5'5
Weight: 130'ish
Hair: Blondish/White
Eyes: Azure
Race: Human
Birth Place: Aurea
ERA: The Old Republic (just before the Clone Wars)

Aurea is a planet located in the Aurea system. It being well known for its expert artisans. The skilled glassworkers of the planet were known to make objects of outstanding beauty, mostly luxury vessels that were considered nearly priceless. Further, if one of the vessels was broken, they were known to recreate the object with even greater beauty than before.

Although Eivith was born there, she was not raised on Aurea. Seeming from birth, Eivith was a special child who was a very calm and happy baby. Unlike her older brothers, she was extremely different in her looks and fair skin. Where they had dark blonde hair, and caramel brown eyes, she had almost white hair and dark blue ones. Her azure eyes showing signs of intelligence, almost from day one. To her mother, she was as priceless as the luxury vessels that her father and uncle created. She rarely cried, or seemed to get upset and had a calming effect on her brothers. Learning to walk by nine moon cycles, she amazed her parents, besides speaking partial sentences by the time she turned two.

It was around that age when her parents were approached by a Jedi Master. He had been on Aurea for an assignment when he felt the Force guiding him to her parent's shop. They were just finishing their lunch when he came in, as she had been told. A tall man, with a kind face, and gentle baring. While he spoke to them, his gaze would stray to Eivith over and over, until she stepped toward him, a huge smile on her face as if he were family. She had held her arms out to him, her gaze centered on his. He bent over and picked her up, smiling in return, some kind of silent communication seemed to pass between them before he looked away and asked "What is her name?" This surprised and scared her parents, who rushed to take her from his arms, only to stop when Eivith spoke, "sookay Momma."

Wiggling her little body to be free, he set Eivith down, a pleased look on his face. Having done this before, he asked if he could take them out to eat, to explain what was happening with their daughter. They declined, instead they asked him to stay and closed the shop. As it goes, he spoke at length, telling them that Eivith was strong with the Force and that she would need lots of training in the Jedi way in order to reach her full potential. He answered their questions, never losing patients with them. At times he would pause to watch Eivith's and her brothers' antics, noticing how they would suddenly behave with a single touch from her.


TO BE CONTINUED

 

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Esmeralda Castillo​

Height: 5'1
Weight: 123
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Age: 52
Hometown: Uvalde, TX - USA
Profession: Professor of Mythological Studies/Masters in Folklore Studies

Esmeralda knew from a very young age that the world is not what it seems. At the tender age of ten, she and her fellow girl scouts had gone on their yearly camping trip to Chalk Bluff River Resort and Park. Excited and more than happy to spend time with her girlfriends, she had packed her gear with great enthusiasm.

That all changed after the third night at the campgrounds. For some odd reason, she could not sleep, so she had decided to take a walk. Having been to these campgrounds for the past two years, this being her third, made her feel quite safe and comfortable.

As she wandered around, she realized that there were strange noises coming from the Nueces River. Mildly alarmed, she had quietly made her way towards the entrance of the swimming area in the park, thinking that the teenaged councilors were being naughty, and had crept silently on tiny feet as she headed to the sandy beach along the tree line to see what they were doing. Only to stop in stunned silence, as she watched what she could only describe as monstrous beings fighting along the shoreline. Frozen in fear, she could do nothing as these two creatures fought, then be further shocked as others came out of the shadows across the bank from her own position.

Unable to move, she watched in horror as the two combatants finally ceased moving as one fell to the water, dead. Inhaling deeply, she screamed but was suddenly silenced as a long, taloned hand wrapped around her mouth, nearly covering her whole tiny face. Esmeralda could not help but look up into this creature's face, her large shock filled eyes locked with it. Her tiny hand had come up and latched onto the sleeve of her captor. Gripping it tightly she struggled until the creature spoke, making her still.

Vaguely aware of others speaking, she felt a sudden calm and a deep masculine voice say, as she continued to stare into its red gaze, "Forget...sleep little one and remember nothing."

The next thing she remembered was waking in her bed the following morning. Lingering feelings of terror from her nightmare made her fragile figure shake. Thinking she had the worst nightmare ever Ezzie tried to laugh off the dream until she saw the piece of clothing clutched tightly in her tiny fist. It was then that she knew that she did not have a nightmare, but what she saw was real.

She tried to tell the councilors and her scout leader, but they all told her she just had a bad dream, everyone, even her friends didn't believe her. After that, every chance her friends had they would tease her and jump out making her more afraid until she just stayed in her cabin, not wanting anything to do with them, until they left her alone. It was the longest two weeks of her life with them calling her a liar. Once home, she told her parents what had happened, knowing they would believe her, but to her utter dismay, they didn't. Her scout leader had told them about her dream and how she had become withdrawn and that her friends teased her.

She would tell her parents, again and again, each time she had a nightmare that what she saw was real. After the first few times, her parents seemed to be understanding until she started talking about it at school. She soon became an outcast and her teachers had informed her parents that they thought she needed a therapist.

On and on it went for the next two years until her parents told her that if she did not stop that they would have her committed. It was at this point she realized that no matter what she said, to them she was a liar. With no one to turn to, she kept to herself and stopped telling anyone the truth. She had convinced her therapist that she realized it was nothing but a bad dream and soon stopped seeing her. But she never gave up.

As she got older, she would still see these things, these creatures, and would document each sighting in a private journal. She became obsessed with trying to find out more. Going to different libraries, and searching the internet, she found that she was not the only one who believed. She looked up folklore and mythologies to try and get a better understanding of what she saw. She became so immersed in these tales of these creatures of myth's and lore that she was able to get a grant to college where she ended up getting her Masters in Folklore and had become a Professor of Mythology.

Now, she is preparing herself for an adventure of a lifetime. Having been contacted by a governmental agency, she and a crew will soon be embarking on an expedition to a newly discovered planet.