Letta "Lettie" Merle : Shifter
PHYSICALITY
Age
23 yrs
Birth date
Sept. 5th
Gender
female
Race
Shifter : Golden Eagle
Height
5'2''
Weight
120 lbs
Build
Thin
Hair
Brunette
Eyes
Hazel
Skin
Caucasian
Notable Markings
Various scars
Basic Description
Thin and small for her age, she is often mistake for being much younger. Although coated in various scars, she doesn't try to hide them. She conciders them trophies- souveniers of a life she worked hard for. She sports a short, asymetrical bob with various golden eagle feathers adorning her hair. She is never seen without her feathers as they are a sort of security blanket for her; her connection to her animal-self if you will. Having no sense of fashion, she has a sort of rag-tag ensamble, often appearing grungey or bohemian. She wears what's comfortable and doesn't see the point in dressing up when she might transform at any given point. Regardless of this, she simply can not go without her trinkets. She has an affintiy for string, ribbon, and shiny things which she keeps as various jewelry and decorative tidbits.
MENTALITY
Personality
She is fairly curious, but cautious. Territorial, she has no issue confronting who/whatever enters into what she deems as her domain. Although small, she is stronger than she appears, but not abnormally so. She has a stout heart and is very prideful. She doesn't like asking for help, thus she has become fairly good at asessing situations and hopefully being able to handle them herself. However, she isn't against charity. She worked hard to prove herself a worthy shifter and thus refuses to be pushed aside due to her gender and weaknesses.
Quirks
Attracted to shiney things. She loves her feathers and is often preening them in both human and non-human form.
Likes
Personal space. Heights. Breezey days. Shiney stuff.
Dislikes
Loud and annoying sounds or people. Feeling trapped. Being discredited or put down. Weres.
Abilities
She has the ability to morph into a Golden Eagle. Thus, she has avian abilities such as keen eye sight, flight, speed and razor sharp talons and a beak. She can also use most of these abilities outside of her avian form.
Weaknesses
Not too strong. Small size. Pride.
Fears
Being unable to defend herself and what's hers. Being trapped.
HISTORY
She was born to a warrior clan, made primarily of wolves. Fighters. Strong creatures. Not only was she born of an affair, but her shifting abilities were like a mockery to her clan. Thus, she was neglected and often abused as a child. Her father, although a hard man, was the only member to remind her that his blood, warrior's blood, ran through her veins. She took his words to heart and pushed through life and became almost obsessed in proving herself. Her time came when her clan was attacked by Weres. They were powerful and there were many. They plowed through her clan gorging themselves those unfortunate enough to cross their path. She offered some defense, making use of her speed and razor sharp talons and beak, but was over come and wounded. However, due to her size and ability to fly, she was able to escape and in doing so led several clan members away from the massacre. Regardless of her efforts and her rescue, she was rebuked for not being able to hold her own or die a warrior's death, and with her father no longer alive to defend her, she was cast out. She survived, but barely. She now lives alone on the outskirts of the wilderness and in between rural human populations, honing her shifting skills and seeing how easily she can meld with people and gain certain skills.
Actor/actress: Gary Oldman
Vampire: Anything but Twilight
Angel: Castiel
Werewolf story: Lycaon
Animal: Fox and Orca
Pre-Post
The air was still cool as she sat, perched upon a favoured branch. The rising sun cast her surroundings within a light glow, highlighting her chocolate coloured hair and the golden brown feathers which adorned her. She gently played with her feathers, taking comfort in their smooth, unruffled touch. This was her favourite time of the day. Already, the sounds of life were filling the air, seemingly welcoming the multi-coloured sky. An eager smirk appeared on her lips as her hazel eyes locked onto her target across the land. The movement was small. A mere twitch in the grass, but she saw it. She jumped up, positioning herself upon the branch, keeping herself crouched and balanced. She sighed, ready. Keeping her sharp gaze upon her prey, she felt the change begin to work. She cried out as bones began to quickly shift and grind into eachother, morphing into something much smaller. Clothing and skin shed and fell to the ground as her human body twisted and rolled upon itself grotesquely, as if a black hole had opened up within her. Feathers sprouted out of her squirming form and out of them hard and pointed features began to take shape. A sleek and pointed beak with piercing eyes remained locked onto the horizon. Thick, strong legs bore her talons into the bark, holding her in place as the transformation finished. With a final screech her morph ended and she launched herself into the sky. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she narrowed in on the movement in the grass. She circled around and dove down, drawing her wings close, gaining velocity. At the last second she opened her wings in a brilliant display of victory and struck the poor creature with her claws. Soft flesh gave way as her talons dug deep, grasping firm hold of the hare. It's flailings and cries went unanswered as she swiftly thrust her beak into it, killing it. She looked around, securing her kill and was satisfied upon seeing she was alone. The hare's flesh tore easily under the strength and sharpness of her beak and talons. Happily, she devoured her meal and then took off once more into the air, her mood rising with the wind. Today was going to be a good day.