Description

Name: Evangeline Lillith Holdt (Eva or Angel)
Age: 16
Were-Animal: Albino Panther.




As a panther, she has almost pure white fur with a pinkish tinge. She takes care to keep herself clean, and is sort of a germophobe.



As a girl, she has blonde hair with chocolate brown eyes. Every compliment she receives is a big deal. Since she's so self-conscious, everything means a lot to her.

Personality

Evangeline is quite shy as a human. She's always concerned about what others think, and is extremely self-conscious. She can be hesitant to try new things, and is very choosy about her friends. However everyone that she was raised with she considers to be her brothers and sisters, and cares deeply for them.
As well as the only fatherly figure in her life, whom she knew and loved as Dad. He cared for her, and she for him, even though she knows that it was him who get her locked up like this in the first place.


When she's transformed, she can be basically the opposite. She's bossy, commanding, fierce, and deadly. Because she's a panther, she's cunning and quick, but can't stay in the front for too long. She prefers to be in the back, silently taking on opponents and bringing them down one by one.

Likes~

Food (particularly meat)
Nice people
Guys
Reading
Sparring (as a panther)

Dislikes~

Mushrooms
Exercise
Jerks
Syringes
Sharp things in general
When people don't listen to her

Equipment

Her claws, fangs, ferocity, and intellect.
And not to forget the lethal dagger she keeps around. She named it, Cedair (said-air), after the 'pet' rabbit she had.

History

She was always there for him. Her dad. And he for her. When she was little he used to tease her, how she followed him like a puppy.

"Why don't you go play with your brothers and sisters, Eva?"
"I don't want to," she wiped her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled, the way he always did.
"Go on," he gestured in the direction of her siblings. She shook her head stubbornly. Dad reached down and ruffled her hair. She giggled, grabbing his hand, and ran around with it, him leaning forward to allow her antics.

She was also prone to injuries as a young girl, and hurt herself often. They actually had to keep a box of bandages in her room, because she got cuts and bruises in the house, all the time. He also cared for her then.

"I CUT MYSELF!" She wailed, running wildly in a circle, grasping her arm as if it were about to fall off. He walked to her, bent down, and gently removed her hand from the cut.
"Calm down, sweetie," he murmured as he reached up onto the bathroom counter, fetching some peroxide and a bandage. She trembled, tears streaking down her face as he applied the medicine to her cut. He pat her arm. "Do you want to get some juice, Eva?"
Her face split into a smile as she ran out the door to the fridge.

And even more so during the training they went through. She wasn't great at running, and was a rather lazy person.

"Alright Eva, try to climb that wall a little faster this time. Remember to take a running jump," her dad called. She took a breath, concentrating in the seven foot wall. She exploded into a sprint, finally jumping high, hands ready to grip the concrete. She smacked hard against the stone, but she had held onto the top. Her fingertips were beginning to hurt as she tried to swing herself over.
"Eva!" He called. "Eva! Look at me! Look over here!"
She looked. "You can do this. Just do what I said.." He gave her a thumbs up. She tried harder, to no avail. Finally, she let go and dropped to the ground. Her face was obscured by her hair. Everything was silent. And then she turned, into her white panther, the process taking a little while and she grunted from the effort.
When it was finished she lowered herself down and then leaped high - her claws caught the top and she lifted herself up. He applauded, and she felt pure pride and happiness.

That was years ago. And now, they've taken him. And she is willing to tear them apart, one by one, until they find him again.