Nicknames: Al, Rai, Ally-Ray
Age: 21
Species: Arctic wolf shifter
Gender: Female
Height: 5'11"
Build: Lean but all muscle
Hair: Ice Blonde, just past the shoulders
Eyes: Red orange

Other features(scars, birthmarks, etc): Scar down right side of lips and teeth marks on her left forearm, light/silvery scars all over her body (almost blend in with her fair skin)
About_Al_/timeline: Al was born blind to parents unknown. She was found in the woods by an elderly couple that cared for her until their deaths. Unlike most, they did not care that she could shift and treated her as if she were their own daughter. At sixteen she was once again orphaned and decided to leave the small town behind. It wasn't that big of a deal for her because the villagers didn't trust her. They all had a suspicious inkling to what she was. Not taking any chances she left and never looked back. Except for a few wolf packs she has run into, Al hasn't traveled with anyone since her wandering began. However, before she walked back into the world of humans she spent time with a wolf pack. It had been a harsh winter and they were more than happy to have her along to help hunt. Due to circumstances she ended up running away and she fears that one of the male wolves will come looking for her.
Although she looks like she can't handle herself in a fight, Al is quite a master in the ways of combat. She is an excellent hunter. Overall, she is shy and has a quiet demeanor. She listens to the world around her and judges a person on who they rather than looks. She is caring, loyal, and fierce.

Abilities/strengths: Human- Heightened senses, high core body temperature, fast, endurance running of hours. Wolf: Anything a wolf can do
Weaknesses: Blind, terrible at head to head (not a tank), doesn't always know how to talk to others
Fears: Forever being alone, being found by a male wolf from the Windrunner Pack


Actor: Tyler Hoechlin
Vampire: Salem's Lot
Angel: Archangel
Werewolf: Harry Potter
Animal: Platypus
Al found the city to be quite stifling. The smells were stronger than she remembered and she felt a bit claustrophobic. She would have stayed in the sanctuary of the forests and woods she had been traveling through for the past few years, but she needed help. A hunter had mistaken her for a trophy, but she had been swifter and gotten out a live though not unharmed. Removing her hand from her side, Al smelt the copper, water, cells, and various nutrients and hormones seeping out of her and coloring her hand. The warmth of the wound burned her side and slowly cooled as it dripped down her arm. It wasn't a mortal wound, but if she didn't get it looked at soon she would be in trouble. She could have tended to her side herself, but instinct told her to hide in the confusing scents of the closest city. She pressed her hand to her side once more and went in search of a healer.