Name: Willa Thorn
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Listener

Appearance: Willa looks much younger than her age, probably closer in appearance to a 19 year-old than someone who left high school behind her nearly seven years ago. That is mainly due to her small, almost delicate-looking build and 5'2 height. Her brown hair has been cut short, hanging somewhat raggedly just below her ears--she has never been much for giving a darn about her hair. She also has never been very blessed in the bust department--but this she could also care less about. Willa dresses casually, usually sticking to comfort over style and usually has ear buds or headphones permanently hanging from her ears or neck. She is almost always wearing her favorite pair of ratty blue low top slip-on sneakers. And can often be found dressed for work in an office as well. At first glance, she appears to carry no weapons, but she has cleverly hidden them to be easily retrieved from underneath her comfortable clothes, including a special "wolf whistle" hung around her neck, and a backpack full of Listener potions.

Personality: Willa never only looks happy when she is listening to music. It is her sanctuary, and something she considers to be the only thing keeping her sane. In general, Willa seems to be a very serious person. Without her headphones, she always has an expression on her face that is something between sorrow and irritation. Mostly quiet, with little to say unless needed--she leaves the talking to everyone else. She listens. It's what she's good at. However, despite her lack of copious communications, Willa is not shy. She is also not weak and will not hesitate to defend herself or her comrades. She is very loyal--but it takes a lot of effort to get past her outward unpleasant shell.

Likes: Music, her blue sneakers, cute things, her whistle
Dislikes: Werewolves/ Lycans, Rudeness, Arrogance, Lies, taking off her headphones, the smell of blood
Fears: Small spaces
Strengths: Barriers, temp power potions
Weaknesses: Has trouble with tight spaces, standard human weaknesses

History: Willa doesn't talk much--which some say is due to her past. Her family had known about Willa's special ability when she was very small. Their family had generations of Listeners before her. But often in this modern day world--others had been treated as unstable, insane and locked away. Willa was lucky, in the sense that her mother had heard stories of the Listeners and their abilities and believed. Her parents immediately sought out a trainer for the girl, to help her reach a full understanding of the music of life around her. Willa soon developed her abilities and began what all Listeners are sworn to do--Protect the Silence. Keep the humans ignorant of the Dark creatures that fill our world and if possible, protect the innocent from their stain. Willa was skilled, and soon surpassed even her elderly trainer. She began nightly to protect her city. The dark song creatures soon knew and hated her name. They would not tolerate the indignity of being policed by one as young as Willa. So they came up with a plan to put an end to it. An end to the Listener.

It happened quickly--there were many in the pack that attacked and they were hungry for flesh and blood. Willa's parents were the first do die--covered in writhing hungry animal bodies--screaming until their lungs filled with blood. In terror, Willa crammed herself into the crawl space in her room, dragging a bloodied little brother with her. The wolves had come for the children soon after the parents, lunging on top of her sleeping brother before Willa had managed to grab him and hide. But the lycans knew where they were. Howling, snarling and furious that their bodies were too large to fit into the cramped, dank space they prowled outside the space, digging their claws through in an attempt to snatch the children until the early hours of the morning. Their snarls echoed around the tiny space that smelled of blood and fear until Willa thought she would go mad with the sound. By the time morning arrived, the damage was done. A trail of blood led the rescuers to Willa's hiding spot--where a then ten year old Willa clutched the lifeless bloodied body of her brother. They say she screamed and fought as the body was taken from her. Sobbing and insisting he was fine.

The Dark Song creatures had gotten what they wanted. She would police them no more. Not until the legends began to resurface many years later.