"Life is like a mirror. Smile at it and it smiles back at you."
â Peace Pilgrim
â Peace Pilgrim
| Name |
"My name is Welsh. Bleddyn -pronounced 'bled din'- means 'wolf'."
Bleddyn Mai Carnes
| Nickname |
"Bled sounds sick, so. . ."
Dyn, Leddyn
| Age |
"Not old enough to drink legally, I'm afraid."
20
| Race |
"I'm part elf, actually. On my mother's side."
Werewolf
| Powers |
"I can put my whole fist in my mouth."
She is particularly gifted in sensing if someone is telling the truth, more so with those in her pack.
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
"My name is Welsh. Bleddyn -pronounced 'bled din'- means 'wolf'."
Bleddyn Mai Carnes
| Nickname |
"Bled sounds sick, so. . ."
Dyn, Leddyn
| Age |
"Not old enough to drink legally, I'm afraid."
20
| Race |
"I'm part elf, actually. On my mother's side."
Werewolf
| Powers |
"I can put my whole fist in my mouth."
She is particularly gifted in sensing if someone is telling the truth, more so with those in her pack.
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Height & Body |
"I'm small for a wolf. Kinda sucks being the runt of the pack."
She's 100 pounds, 5'3" tall.
| Face & Hair |
"Barbie features."
Her eyes are a bright, light blue. Her hair is naturally straight with a slight wave, and a light blonde.
| Description |
"People tell me often how much I look like my parents. Hearing that really makes me feel good; I have something permanent of theirs that I can hold on to." She has her mother's eyes, her father's hair. She likes both features, though often wishes her hair was a bit longer; it doesn't grow quickly. The blonde waves stop at the middle of her ribs. Body wise, she is toned. Werewolves almost always have a natural muscle; hers is just more feminine and isn't easily seen. Her family would describe her as a bird; small and seemingly fragile.
| Likes |
Being in Her Wolf Form | Full Moon | Running | Wine | Singing | Fires | Hot Chocolate | Boots | Lip Gloss | Reading | Cooking | Smell of Freshly Fallen Leaves | Pizza | Winter Candles | Stars | Constellations |
| Dislikes |
Being Forced to Change | Scouting in the Rain | Being Underestimated | Coffee | Flip Flops | Pumpkins | Writing | Snuggies | Boredom | Spiderman | Fog | Humidity | Having to Change in the Summer | Receipts | Chefs' Hats | Red Wine |
| Fears |
Not Being a Wolf | Losing a Member of her Pack | Drowning | Cacciatori
| Dreams |
"Honestly, I wish I had my parents back."
Both of her parents were killed by Cacciatori when she was young. Everyday of her life she wishes they were both by her side again.
| Secrets |
"I have no secrets."
She believes it is her fault that both of her parents are dead.
| Personality |
"I'm not your average person by any means, not including the fact that I'm a werwolf, or course. Mother always told me that I was like an onion; I have many layers to me."
There are many layers to Bleddyn. She can be a doll one moment, and a raging wildfire the next. She's been through a lot in her short lifespan, and all of the horrific things she witnessed will show on her face. Her expression may seem emotionless most of the time because she doesn't like to show how she feels. She remains calm in tough situations, but even in the most serene places, horrible images will replay in her mind, and frighten her. She will usually go off on her own to think, weep, or remember.
The girl is also compassionate. Throughout her life as a werewolf, she had always been a compassionate person. When someone is hurt or in need, Bleddyn will be there to offer a hand to squeeze or shoulder to cry on. She sympathizes with others, and has a strong feel for human emotions. She gets sympathy pains and feelings when around others in distress, and can't help but be there when someone in her pack need her.
Getting close to someone can cause little Bleddyn to become over protective. Werewolves tend to be overprotective, but Bledyn has seen that is becomes worse with age. The older you are, the more attached you become, also making you more protective. She will not let her family be in harm's way, and will sometimes get to the point where she spends all of her time with her coven. She will not stand to see those she loves in danger.
Over protectiveness comes with rage, and that is something Bleddyn has dealt with before. When her parents died, and she believed it was her fault, she became so angry at the world, at herself for not going with them. She was close to making a big mistake in her life, and it was all because of her anger. Once a match hits the fuse, she'll go off like a bomb and blow out everyone in her path. Her anger only comes in desperate situations, and when she is incredibly angry from the nearing of the Full Moon.
Of all of the layers of Bleddyn, the judgmental mask has to be one of her weaknesses. She makes has trouble making decisions, and often goes along with the opinions of others without forming any of her own. She grew up knowing that vampires and the Cacciatori were dangerous; neither side could be trusted. Though the vampires weren't an immediate risk, any Cacciatori had to die. She truly believes that the Cacciatori are bad because everyone else does.
Being in Her Wolf Form | Full Moon | Running | Wine | Singing | Fires | Hot Chocolate | Boots | Lip Gloss | Reading | Cooking | Smell of Freshly Fallen Leaves | Pizza | Winter Candles | Stars | Constellations |
| Dislikes |
Being Forced to Change | Scouting in the Rain | Being Underestimated | Coffee | Flip Flops | Pumpkins | Writing | Snuggies | Boredom | Spiderman | Fog | Humidity | Having to Change in the Summer | Receipts | Chefs' Hats | Red Wine |
| Fears |
Not Being a Wolf | Losing a Member of her Pack | Drowning | Cacciatori
| Dreams |
"Honestly, I wish I had my parents back."
Both of her parents were killed by Cacciatori when she was young. Everyday of her life she wishes they were both by her side again.
| Secrets |
"I have no secrets."
She believes it is her fault that both of her parents are dead.
| Personality |
"I'm not your average person by any means, not including the fact that I'm a werwolf, or course. Mother always told me that I was like an onion; I have many layers to me."
There are many layers to Bleddyn. She can be a doll one moment, and a raging wildfire the next. She's been through a lot in her short lifespan, and all of the horrific things she witnessed will show on her face. Her expression may seem emotionless most of the time because she doesn't like to show how she feels. She remains calm in tough situations, but even in the most serene places, horrible images will replay in her mind, and frighten her. She will usually go off on her own to think, weep, or remember.
The girl is also compassionate. Throughout her life as a werewolf, she had always been a compassionate person. When someone is hurt or in need, Bleddyn will be there to offer a hand to squeeze or shoulder to cry on. She sympathizes with others, and has a strong feel for human emotions. She gets sympathy pains and feelings when around others in distress, and can't help but be there when someone in her pack need her.
Getting close to someone can cause little Bleddyn to become over protective. Werewolves tend to be overprotective, but Bledyn has seen that is becomes worse with age. The older you are, the more attached you become, also making you more protective. She will not let her family be in harm's way, and will sometimes get to the point where she spends all of her time with her coven. She will not stand to see those she loves in danger.
Over protectiveness comes with rage, and that is something Bleddyn has dealt with before. When her parents died, and she believed it was her fault, she became so angry at the world, at herself for not going with them. She was close to making a big mistake in her life, and it was all because of her anger. Once a match hits the fuse, she'll go off like a bomb and blow out everyone in her path. Her anger only comes in desperate situations, and when she is incredibly angry from the nearing of the Full Moon.
Of all of the layers of Bleddyn, the judgmental mask has to be one of her weaknesses. She makes has trouble making decisions, and often goes along with the opinions of others without forming any of her own. She grew up knowing that vampires and the Cacciatori were dangerous; neither side could be trusted. Though the vampires weren't an immediate risk, any Cacciatori had to die. She truly believes that the Cacciatori are bad because everyone else does.
| Place of Origin |
"I've been in the same place all my life."
Rose City and Moon Forest
| History |
"My parents were both werewolves. Mom's name is Bethan, Dad's, Drew. Both of them were on their own, believing it was easier to hide from the Cacciatori on their own. We lived in a farm house outside of Rose City, rolling hills and plenty of land to run through. It was beautiful, really. Dad restored the house when we bought it, bringing back the life into the dated walls. Not too large, but more than enough room for our family of three. It was always just us, anyway. No relatives visited, no neighbors or friends stopped by. I was so young, I didn't understand why, nor did I have a long enough attention span to dwell on the fact.
I was sixteen. They were preparing a few things for their trip. Once a month Mom and Dad would go out and go shopping for food, clothes, whatever we needed. Never was I permitted to go on these outings. 'It's too dangerous,' Mom would always say. 'What if you need me?' I would reply. Dad would always settle the debate by saying that everything they did was for my safety. Me going along would defeat the purpose. Of course he was right; I didn't have an answer. I apologized, saying that it must be the pre-full moon jitters that were upsetting me. Smiling and giving them each I hug, I told them I loved them and watched them shift outside the door, all the while a sickening feeling making a pit in my stomach.
They never came back. That night I wasn't able to sleep, too anxious about their return. I'd never felt that way before; usually I just watched TV and ate the left over food in the house awaiting their arrival. I twisted and turned, clutching my stomach. It was early the next morning when the light hadn't yet brightened the sky that the feeling vanished and I started to sob. They were gone. To make a long story short, I left the house. There wasn't a way in heaven or hell that I would live in the house on the hills without Mom or Dad, their memories around to haunt me. With only a backpack with a few clothes and keepsakes, I left the house on the hill, walking angrily into Rose City.
I didn't cry; not at first. I stalked angrily away, seemingly crushing the earth beneath each step I took. It was later on, a week or so after the pack found me. Those details get fuzzy; I don't remember much of what happened then. All I know is that I've been with the pack ever since.
"I've been in the same place all my life."
Rose City and Moon Forest
| History |
"My parents were both werewolves. Mom's name is Bethan, Dad's, Drew. Both of them were on their own, believing it was easier to hide from the Cacciatori on their own. We lived in a farm house outside of Rose City, rolling hills and plenty of land to run through. It was beautiful, really. Dad restored the house when we bought it, bringing back the life into the dated walls. Not too large, but more than enough room for our family of three. It was always just us, anyway. No relatives visited, no neighbors or friends stopped by. I was so young, I didn't understand why, nor did I have a long enough attention span to dwell on the fact.
I was sixteen. They were preparing a few things for their trip. Once a month Mom and Dad would go out and go shopping for food, clothes, whatever we needed. Never was I permitted to go on these outings. 'It's too dangerous,' Mom would always say. 'What if you need me?' I would reply. Dad would always settle the debate by saying that everything they did was for my safety. Me going along would defeat the purpose. Of course he was right; I didn't have an answer. I apologized, saying that it must be the pre-full moon jitters that were upsetting me. Smiling and giving them each I hug, I told them I loved them and watched them shift outside the door, all the while a sickening feeling making a pit in my stomach.
They never came back. That night I wasn't able to sleep, too anxious about their return. I'd never felt that way before; usually I just watched TV and ate the left over food in the house awaiting their arrival. I twisted and turned, clutching my stomach. It was early the next morning when the light hadn't yet brightened the sky that the feeling vanished and I started to sob. They were gone. To make a long story short, I left the house. There wasn't a way in heaven or hell that I would live in the house on the hills without Mom or Dad, their memories around to haunt me. With only a backpack with a few clothes and keepsakes, I left the house on the hill, walking angrily into Rose City.
I didn't cry; not at first. I stalked angrily away, seemingly crushing the earth beneath each step I took. It was later on, a week or so after the pack found me. Those details get fuzzy; I don't remember much of what happened then. All I know is that I've been with the pack ever since.