W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : steel bracer with silvered 6 in blade
W E A P O N S O W N E D : variety of knives, silvered and otherwise, short swords, 9mm Taurus, silver and normal ammo, 12 gauge shotgun in shop with alternating silver and normal birdshot rounds loaded in it
A C C E S S O R I E S : a number of small sketchbooks and pencils always scattered on her person. Toolkit in saddlebags of bike, wallet, cellphone, keys
H O M E : apartment above her shop, Feral Arts Custom Bikes in Downtown New Orleans
O C C U P A T I O N : Motorcycle mechanic, weaponsmith
E X T R A D E T A I L S : Currently a Triumph motorcycle
B I R T H P L A C E : unknown
F A M I L Y: Mother - deceased, Father - unknown, older sister - lost, presumed dead
H I S T O R Y : A childhood is often left forgotten, especially when its laced with nothing but pain and abandonment. Lou's earliest memories are of her sister dragging her away from a car, saying Mom told them to run. Snapshots of her life after that were foster home after foster home, at first with the sisters together but as they got older they were finally seperated. Memories became more frequent when she was around 9, alone in a group foster home, hiding from the brutality of the foster father that loved to peek in on the little girl charges under his car. There was the night when she was around 13, when she ran away from the home only to waken in the hospital, bruised and bloody with no memory why. They took her home, pretended to care that she was hurt but then locked her in her room to punish her for running away.
It all ended the night he came into her room, saying it was long past time that she 'pay' for all the trouble she'd been. It was the last thing she remembered of him, of that night, of that place. In the morning she found herself in park, naked and covered in blood. From then on she was on her own, finding clothes, always moving in the shadows of alleys and abandoned buildings, learning to fend for herself and trying to forget the strange dreams that plagued her on the nights of the full moon.
Finally she was taken in by a pack who told her what she was, who taught her the basics of control. That was where she met Erik. Another new member to the pack they became friends, Erik looking out for her as she tried to learn how to socialize not just with the pack but with people. It was with the pack that she learned to draw, to work metal, finding peace in creating things. When the pack moved on, Erik decided to go a different path and asked her to join him so she did.
Together with Erik she travelled, and when he decided to take the control as Ulfric he'd made her his Lupa. It was an honor she was never quite comfortable with, always unsure of how she could help with a pack even as she savored the too rare feelings of family that came with that small pack. When he turned to a swan she'd let him slip away, sliding back into the shadows she was always more comfortable in. That was why it was so surprising that Ravin took notice of her. The Master Vampire was an ancient warrior and yet he took notice of her. She had become close with another wolf, an omega named Raine and together they'd caught the eye of the Warrior. He called to their wolves, then marked them both, the three of them bound together. The security of the marks binding her to her new family gave her confidence she'd never had before, stepping out of the shadows.
Ravin taught her motorcycles, first having her design and detail them and then teaching her to fine tune the engines, finally building them from the ground up. He'd taught her to work more then blades, and not just to make them but to use the weapons she forged. Raine taught her to play, to laugh and even to giggle. The pair of them often conspiring to tease the vampire in ways that those that knew of him in ancient days would never have imagined. When the rest of the pack scattered and New Orleans recovered after the waking of a demon in its midst, they stayed, content in the shop and a city going quiet after turmoil.
One night she was alone in the shop working on a new creation while the others went out for the night. It was a normal night, nothing special until the marks between them flared into pain. The words lanced through her mind, an unyielding compulsion, "Do not follow us. Live!" Ravin's voice, fury and pain unlying his words before he was simply gone. Her howl of despair was echoed by Raine's cry before the omega presense winked out of her mind as well. For the first time in years she was alone, heart and soul shattered by the loss. How long she lay curled on the floor of the shop she didn't know, waking to pain, the throb of Ravin's voice in her head a constant in those first months. It was all that drove her, forcing her to wake each day, to work, to eat and to sleep. Little by little the routine kept her going, the words fading except for those moments of despair that would sneak up on her when she least expected it.
A L I A S : bri
P L A Y B Y : Madchen Amick
-- Edited by LOUISA MAY on Saturday 13th of August 2011 03:44:04 PM
