SERGEANT EURIDACEE

Twenty-six, Female, Werewolf

N I C K NA M E : DEE, DEE DEE

B I R T H D A T E : JULY 5TH, 1985

E Y E C O L O R : GREEN

H A I R C O L O R : BLACK

H E I G H T : 5'2"

W E I G H T : 125LBS

D I S T G U I S H I N G F E A T U R E S : NONE

F L A V O R : WILD ORCHIDS AND GUN POWDER

D E S C R I P T I O N : Timber Wolf

S K I L L S :
* Skill : Trained Assassin
* Skill : Trained Firearms
* Skill : Martial Arts
* Skill : Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Skill : Stalk in Shadows
* Skill : Hunt Down Victims and Enemies
* Skill : Languages: French, Spanish, Italian, Russian, and Japanese

 A B I L I T E S :

* Ability : Improved Strength
* Ability : Improved Speed
* Ability : Improved Senses
* Ability : Improved Resilience
* Ability : Touch of the Beast
* Ability : Regeneration
* Ability : Lifting the Veil
* Ability : Control w/Sex
* Ability : Control w/Blood
* Ability : Comforting Touch
* Ability : Shields
* Ability : Commanding
* Ability : Command Beasts

W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : Baby Nambu, Browning Hi-Power, TKB-506A, Various sizes of Knives, Magtech Doorbuster

W E A P O N S O W N E D : 6P62, 90-100 Assault Rifles, A-91, AA12, AK47, BarrettM82, Bronze Bullets, CalicoM100P, Collection of Combat Knives, Collection of Daggers, Colt Python, ColtM1873 Single Action Army, Grenades, High Standard Derringer, M240B, M79 Grenade Launcher, Ninja Stars, Pancor Jackhammer, R92 Revolver, Remington Model 700, S&W Model 15, Samurai Swords, Silver Bullets, Universal M1 Carbine, Valtro PM5, XM307

A C C E S S O R I E S : Purse that includes wallet, cell phone, makeup, and iPod.

H O M E : Geller's house on Esplanade Avenue in the French Quarter

O C C U P A T I O N : Owner of Sergeant Corp's Gun & Shooting Range

E X T R A D E T A I L S : Car: Hummer H3 Tactical Limited Edition. Marital Status: In a relationship with Sirus Arrington

B I R T H P L A C E : Somewhere in a small town in Idaho.

F A M I L Y : Parents are deceased. Charles Geller, Maya Xanthos, Trent Osbourne, Nike Spencer

H I S T O R Y :

The sound of the tape deck recording played silently in the background; the solemn fuzziness that seemed to echo in an empty room. A male voice spoke suddenly; it was stern, direct, and yet quiet.

“This is the recording of Sgt. Euridacee, on September 18, 2009, at twelve o’clock pm.”

Soft noises echoed in the background that seemed to be a lighter flickering, and long, deep inhalation. A soprano melody was the next voice to be heard.

“So, why do you have to record about what happened to me? I thought we went through this already. After all, John, you were of one the men that rescued me. So you know exactly what happened.”

John spoke, “Yeah, I know, but this is for your file that we keep for your records, just in case something happens to you while your in Los Angeles. I had to do it, too. So, go ahead. Start.”

She took another deep drag from her cigarette, sipping at a cup of coffee, and sighed, closing her eyes to remember the tragic flashbacks of her story.

“Before that night, nothing important needs to be known, because it wasn’t important. That night was the night that began my life. I was seventeen years old, and I just came home from a friend’s house. My parents were in the living room, watching some lame ass sitcom, and I headed into my room to work on my homework. As everything seemed to be normal, that’s when we heard strange animalistic noises coming from the woods behind our house. The noises were getting closer. I looked out my window, and I couldn’t see anything. We thought it was our animals in the barn because they started making all kinds of noises, too, but we didn’t know what was going on. As soon as my dad started hearing the horses whine, he got up from the couch and grabbed his shot gun, heading towards the barn. I rushed downstairs and to my mother, holding her hand while we watched my dad from the window with fear. We couldn’t see anything because it was too dark, but we did hear a couple of shots go off, him screaming in agony pain at the top of his lungs that echoed in the night sky, screams that sounded like they were coming from a wild cat, and then nothing. The horses busted through the doors and ran into the field, and it seemed like they were running for their lives. My mother and I ran out of the house and into the barn, and we screamed in harmony. Blood was everywhere, and so were his body parts. There was a very large animal standing over his limbs, licking away at his severed guts, and then his eyes, those gold fierce eyes, shifted to us. We couldn’t scream, and we couldn’t move, we just stood there frozen in our stance, holding hands. As the animal inched closer to us, my mother screamed and started to run out of the barn, with me hurrying behind her. We ran towards the house to call the police, but it was too late. The animal was faster and stronger than us, and he took my mother down, ripping her away from my death grip. He attacked her, just like he did to my father, and all I could hear were the sounds of my mother screaming in pain, and then she stopped. After the animal was done, he bolted towards me, knocking me down to the ground. His movements were so fast that I couldn’t see what he was doing. And then the agony pain that my parents died of, happened to me. His claws came down and tore off half of my right leg, ripping it from my very own body, and then I screamed. I couldn’t hear anything around me, not even the gun shots that suddenly boomed from a distance and killed the animal, nor the men that flew down from the helicopter and surrounded my home. I remember being lifted from the ground by a few men who were covered in armed uniforms from head to toe, and rushed me inside the helicopter. I can still hear them now, saying to me, ‘Stay awake! Don’t move! We’re almost there! Stay with us!’ They wrapped my leg in so many bandages, keeping pressure on the wound, and then stabbing me in the leg with a needle that had some sort of yellow liquid pushing it in my veins. And then I blacked out.”

She took another drag from her cigarette, another sip from her coffee, and wiped the tears away that slowly ran down her cheeks. She began again.

“I woke up the next day or two in a hospital bed. My vision was so blurry, my head was spinning, and I felt like I was there, just not all the way there. That was from the doses of medication the doctors kept giving me every hour. I remember every so often nurses coming in, checking on my stats, inducing me with more drugs, smiling to me, and then leaving, but there were always armed guards that stood outside my door. The same men that rescued me a few nights before. That’s when you, John, came into my room and sat next to me by the side of the bed, with a few documents in your hands. I was fully awake now, and I asked you what happened. You said, and I quote, ‘You were attacked by a lycanthrope. A lycanthrope is a man that can change into an animal. They are usually much larger, stronger, and faster than any animal in the world. That man killed your parents in his animal form, and then he ripped off your leg. We came to rescue you and took you here. We killed the man. He’s dead. You can’t go back home because there’s nothing left of it.’ And you sounded so stern, so confident, and didn’t even sympathized for me, but I could tell from the look in your eyes that you did. After spending what seemed like a week in the hospital, I was released and you and your men took me to your unit. As far as my leg goes, I was wearing a plastic prosthetic and it was very difficult for me to walk on at first. You led me to a room where there were more of your men, and then an older man with gray hair that sat in his office. I thought it was the president at first, but I knew better. He said to me, ‘We’re sorry for your loss. As what Sergeant John Meyer said, you were attacked by a lycanthrope. We are a secret government that is trained to wipe out the supernatural creatures that walk this earth. We want you on our squad. We will train you how to combat and use weaponry. We will tell you all the information you need to know about these supernatural beings and then send you a list of names that we know are these creatures, and you will sought them out and kill them.’ I nodded, listening to every word he said, and then thought about it. If what they said is true, then I have no home to go back to. I won’t be able to go back to my normal life. The only people that mattered to me were dead, and my home is nothing but a pile of ashes. I had nowhere else to go. I shook his hand, and said yes. He then gave me a folder that contained my new identity. I was not Sarah Tucker anymore. I was not a high school student that made straight A’s, had lots of friends, was very popular, lived on a farm in a small town, and had great parents that loved me. I was an assassin, a trained fighter that sought to kill these creatures that destroyed my life.”

Noticing that the cigarette had burned to the end, she lit up another one, and got a refill of her coffee. John had done the same as well, looking into her eyes distantly, though he knew her whole story. He was the one that rescued her and took her to the hospital and told her what happened. He was also the one that trained her in combat and using the weaponry their men used to kill the supernatural creatures. He was her mentor, her teacher, and possibly the love of her life. After she lit another cigarette, she continued.

“After what seemed like decades that flew by, it was only a few years until I turned twenty one. You taught me how to fight just like your men. You taught me the ways of being a soldier and what we stood for as a united nation that protected our people from the evil creatures that roamed this earth. Hand to hand combat came easy for me, even with the prosthetic leg, but you showed me how to use that leg in more ways than just fighting. You told me that my leg is my special weapon. I can manipulate people, I can trick these creatures into thinking I’m some sort of pathetic excuse for a human, an innocent woman, an innocent prey. I seemed to have grown a knack for guns, though, more than I loved fighting. Machine guns, I loved, but it was those semi-automatics that really proved my skill, and my distinct and accurate aim. I used to go shooting every damn day. It was the first thought in my mind when I woke up every morning. I couldn’t wait to try out all the weapons our unit had. It was one particular morning, not expecting of course, that I felt this sudden, agonizing pain in my amputated leg. It became worse when I stepped into the training stage. There was a man standing on the stage with you by his side. You told me he was a lycanthrope, but he’s here to help us and train us how exactly to fight them the right way. I was confused at first because if the man knew what we did, why did he help us? I was assuming that the man was getting paid huge sums of money that he couldn’t refuse, and also protection from us so that his family doesn’t get hurt when and if we attack his city. I fell to the ground before him because my leg was killing me. You were very confused, but the man seemed to know exactly what was wrong with me. He lifted me from the ground, and said, ‘That is your cue, Euridacee, when you know when a supernatural creature is abroad. Your brain triggered the memory the night it happened, and caused a phantom pain in your leg. I can teach you how to control that pain while you’re fighting one of us.’ And that’s exactly what he did. Weeks and weeks had gone by, and the man taught me how to control the pain and use it as my weapon. There were many nights when I was in pain because of how he could so easily beat me up, but I knew it was for my own good. He taught me the moves and the weak spots that a lycanthrope has, and how to counter act before they attack. He taught me how to read their bodies, their movements, even before they made their attack. He also taught me their weaknesses, and which bullets can cause harm to them. Our unit had the special talents to make these bullets, filling them with silver, deadly liquid, and even bronze. He said there are more than one kind of supernatural creatures, and I must be prepared to encounter each type and kill them. I already knew that werewolves, werecats, weresnakes, and so many other weres existed, but he told me those aren’t the only ones. Vampires and paranormals exist as well, and I have to know the difference. He was the one that taught me how to differentiate between each creature, but it was always that phantom pain in my leg that gave them away. By the end of our training, which was the end of the year, he said I was ready.”

A knock on the door was heard and another soldier stepped inside, handing her a box of files which beheld her next mission.

“Sergeant, it’s time.” The man said as he hurried out the door and waited for her to leave. She knew her bags were already packed, all the special weaponry was packed, and a helicopter was waiting for her.

The men led her outside of the unit while John stood beside her, following silently. He highlighted important things that she needed to know, to keep fighting, to have the courage, and don’t be afraid. She nodded, smiling to him, saying that she knows. He knew she was ready.

They stood outside, watching the men carry her luggage to the helicopter that roared in patience, waiting for her. John and Euridacee faced each other. He took her hands into his, pressed them against his chest, and stared deeply into her eyes. He knew that this might be the last time he sees her, touches her, and stare into those soft, brown eyes. He leaned down and planted the sweetest, longest, most passionate kiss to her lips, wrapping his arms around her body, and held her so dearly close to him. It was their first kiss.

He released her and she smiled, cupping his face into her hands, and leaned up to kiss him on the forehead, then slipped away, heading to the helicopter. She climbed in and as the helicopter lifted from the ground, everything became blurry, except Sergeant John Meyer.

Hours had passed and she looked out the window, watching the city of Los Angeles pass by beneath them.

“Welcome to the City of Angels, Sergeant. Good luck.”

It wasn't long after landing in Los Angeles that she ran into all sorts of paranormals, including vampires and many lycanthropes. It was easy to use her humble trick of luring them into her helpless display of her bum leg, and kill them off with a clean sweep of a dagger, or sometimes a shot to the head after leading them into temptation. It seemed as though each town or part of the city was owned by a race, and there wasn't a Master of the City. Yet, it seemed too easy to kill these sacrilegious animals, people, and weird mixtures of humans, and it wasn't long that she was caught by a werewolf.

It was one particular night that she traveled into the part of town in the wolves domain, into some random bar, and lured a werewolf into her dangerous web. After many drinks and heavy flirtation, he somehow lead her back to his place, and well, you can guess what happened. The sex was not only painful but extremely pleasurable, and then it took a sudden revolting turn as the nude man on top changed into a werewolf. And at that exact moment, Euridacee knew she became the one thing she truly hated; a werewolf.

The only werewolf she knew in town that she did not try to kill was Geller. She knew the moment she met him, he would have killed her first before he even said his name, therefore she never attempted to murder his wolf ass. It was only a one time meet at the bar did she know he was a lycanthrope (due to the throbbing pain in her bum leg every time she met one), and overheard that he was a werewolf. He was the first person on her list to go to for help. He gladly took her into his arms, trying to calm her down, knowing the hatred she had for what she became, and taught her everything he knew before the first full moon. He was even present at that time because he knew that it wasn't going to be easy, and he wanted to make sure nothing bad happened since all new werewolves never know what they're doing their first few times of changes. And it was something new to him as well, having a sort of protegee in his life, and teaching his lifestyle to someone else.

The first few changes happened smoothly, and she always had Geller around for protection and support, even though she didn't remember anything that happened. After awhile, it started to become easier, and she was finally getting used to the fact that this is her life now, being a werewolf, and she could never go back to her squad again. Every now and then she would get into her old habits of using firearm, and them remembered that she was a walking, talking, breathing firearm herself. Not to mention, she didn't have a bum leg anymore. The first time she changed, that limb amazingly grew back, and it took her awhile to get used to walking on a real leg again. No more prosthetics, no more breaking her plastic leg every time she fell, and certainly no more luring other paranormals into her trap. She was one of the them now, yet she still kept her weapons as a keep sake and as a reminder of happier days. She still felt like a true Sargent at heart, and will always remember herself that way.

A few years later, Geller moved to London, but always kept in touch with Euridacee through emails and telephone calls. Afterall, he was her Mentor, and she was his Grasshopper, and she never failed to love him like family even miles and miles apart. She stuck around Los Angeles for awhile, and when shit hit the fan between the vampires and wolves, it was time for her to bolt. Geller kept saying how great London is, and that there are so many paranormals and lycanthropes here that she would fit right in, and she could move into his place if she needed a place to stay. And so, she packed her bags, got on the plane, and flew halfway across the world for a new city, a new home, and a new adventure.

“Thank you for flying British Airways. Please enjoy your stay in London and come fly with us again soon.”

Living in London was great, for the first 6 months. Geller and Euridacee established a place of living for the wolves that did not wish to be under the command of Harmon, the pack leader. They renovated an apartment building, and rented out rooms for the wolves to live in. Dee and Geller became even closer friends than before, and he always went to her for deep conversations. Dee also befriended a few wolves, like Nathaniel. They became instant friends once they discovered they had a similar history with being in the military. Everything seemed to go perfectly and nothing could have gone wrong. Until Geller left. He left without a word, and packed up his things. It wasn't until a few months later that Dee received a letter explaining why he left so quickly. Women, pssh. And then her old Unit that Sergeant John Meyer was leading came to London. She received reports on the news of bombing in the night, and killing most of everyone in small towns outside of the city. She knew exactly who and what were causing these attacks. It wouldn't be the army, nor marine corp, nor national guard. It was her old unit, and Sergeant Meyer must have received word that Euridacee was a lycanthrope. Despite their love, he had to do what needed to be done; his job. It wasn't until they became closer to the city that Euridacee decided to pack her bags and leave to New Orleans.

A L I A S : MANDA

P L A Y B Y : VIKTORIA MODESTA

C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://euridacee.moonfruit.com/