BROOKLYN CALISTA DECHANEL

Twenty-three, Female, Were-Rat

N I C K NA M E : BROOKE, CALI, SCRAPS

B I R T H D A T E : AUGUST 29, 1988

E Y E C O L O R : EMERALD GREEN

H A I R C O L O R: RED

H E I G H T : 5'7"

W E I G H T : 125 LBS

D I S T G U I S H I N G F E A T U R E S : NOSE RING (SEPTUM), FLAMING CHERRY TATTOO ON LEFT HIP

F L A V O R : REPPIN' FOR THE RATS!

D E S C R I P T I O N : White and fawn colored in rat form, white whiskers, pink nose, big pointy ears, hairless tail. Black fathomless eyes. The size of a German Shepherd dog...think Mickey Mouse on crack.

S K I L L S :

* Skill : Bad ass lead guitarist (or bass player) 
* Skill : Realistic friend, always sees both sides of a problem
* Skill : Obscene c*cksucker
* Skill : Obsessive singer. Will even sing great in a shower!
* Skill : Killer of spiders. Yuck!
* Skill : Lover of skateboarding, snowboarding, hockey, and inline skating
* Skill : Yellow is her favorite color, and she paints using that color alot 
* Skill : Nerd on computers

 That spells: BROOKLYN!

A B I L I T E S :

* Ability : Control w/Sex
* Ability : Control w/Blood
* Ability : Regeneration
* Ability : Improved Resilience
* Ability : Improved Senses
* Ability : Improved Speed
* Ability : Improved Strength 

W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : A pair of steel toed Doc Martens to kick ass with. Or stomp people.

W E A P O N S O W N E D : A pair of steel toed Doc Martens to kick ass with. Or stomp people.

A C C E S S O R I E S : Cell phone, wallet, sunglasses, skateboard, chewing gum, and keys. Always her Les Paul electric guitar. Comes with a microphone!

H O M E : The rodere

O C C U P A T I O N : Lead singer, Broken Monday.

E X T R A D E T A I L S : Skateboard, 1970's VW Bug.

B I R T H P L A C E : MONTREAL, QUEBEC (CANADA)

F A M I L Y : GENEVIEVE AND STEFAN VAUGIER. NO SIBS.

H I S T O R Y : The nightmare began when Brooklyn was eighteen years old, and it was her senior prom. It was a big deal to all the jocks and homecoming queens, who had the money to afford limosuines to chauffeur them and their dates to their destination, Le Fountainbleu, a pricey point of interest in Downtown Montreal. Brooklyn wasn't a popular girl and looked down upon because her interests didn't match the popular kids in her high school. School was a torture for her daily, being called "freak" due to her hair styles, and emo clothing. Brooklyn was forced by her parents to go, despite her unwillingness to go to a "lame fucking place, with lame fucking people." Brooklyn was ushered out the door of her middle-class home, by a seventeen year old pimply-faced geek who fumbled around for his glasses at the wrong times, as he tried his best to get up her dress. It was late, and Brooklyn broke the cardinal rule. She snuck a fifth of Crown Royal into the prom, and was getting tipsy on it. Her "lucky" date was nervous trying to drive her home on icy roads before she puked in his Dad's car. The car hit a curve going 50 MPH and spun out, flipping over. The boy was killed instantly, his side demolished by the tree the car came to rest against. Deep in the ravine, only their taillights were visible, and the full moon that lit up a scene of carnage. Brooklyn suffered a concussion and was strapped into the car, suspended upside down when a visitor came calling. At first she didn't know what the heavy rustling in the bushes was. Then past her heavily lined lashes, and all the blood that had trickled down from a cut on her forehead, she caught signs of movement. Thinking help had arrived, she cried out miserably. But it wasn't help. It was a huge rat, and not just any rat but a were-rat, one able to move the car around like it was a play toy, and poke its ugly snout through the broken windshield to attack her. The were-rat bit her on the leg, leaving her not only bruised and battered, but bleeding and infected--even though she didn't know that part was to happen yet. Finally, the sounds of sirens and her screaming scared off the rat who was ready to devour her, and she was taken to the hospital in hysterics over what had happened.

While she was hospitalized, no one believed her story about the rat. She spent six days in the psych ward of the hospital due to her injuries and hallucinations, three of those days deathly ill from the lycanthrope infection raging through her body. The boy's parents and the town found out about the underage drunk and they ostracized Brooklyn for her participation in the tragic accident. It would be the final rejection, especially since it was her parents fault for making her go to the prom in the first place. Brooklyn then became a runaway, leaving Canada and slipping over the border with her passport to America. Land of Opportunity. Her first shift as a were-rat came unexpectedly and rather violently behind a Rexall Drug store in Pulaski, MS. The weather was nothing like Canada's chill. It was full of heat, the taint of rotten garbage and humidity. Brooklyn ran and half dragged her shifting form to the forests behind the store to avoid being seen by unwary humans. She awoke bloody the next day with no clothing on her person, as well as no memory of what had transpired. That incident hallmarked her destiny as being a were-rat. Once Brooklyn came to terms with what she was, the easier it became until time passed. Brooklyn even played her guitar on street corners for money, to provide sustenance and a roof over her head. She also found out she was pretty by more than a few men willing to pay for her company and perhaps a bit more. But magically, she was discovered by a "recording mogul" and laid down some tracks in a studio in Jackson MS, and hit the mother lode. Now her name is in lights, although she changed her last name from Vaugier to Dechanel, so as not to be harrassed by people from her town later down the road. Currently traveling, and in the process of searching for her inner beast and looking for a rodere to be a part of.

A L I A S : Kyrie

P L A Y B Y : HAYLEY WILLIAMS

C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=10994494436

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