Mindy Katrice Thames
Nickname:
Minny by most, Minny Mouse, Kat, Kat-rice, Min, Little Min
Gender:
Female
Age:
21
Crush?:
"What does it matter?"
Mate?:
"What male in their right mind would want me?"
Species:
Halfling
Pack:
Wayland
Role in Pack:
Halfling
Mindy has the nickname Minny for two reasons. One, Minny is only one letter's difference from Mindy, and thus, sounds familiar to it. The second reason, she stands at a mere 5 feet 2 inches in total, making her one of, if not, the shortest member of the pack, possibly one of the lightest as well, weighing in at only 105 pounds. Minny shows off her hourglass figure with tight fitting baby tee's or a beater in a random color, and she absolutely adores her jeans, boots, heels and sandals.
Mindy has natural blonde hair and her eyes are an odd mix of hazel and gold, making her wolf quite striking. Like the skin it hides in, her wolf is small, made even more so by the fact that she is a halfling. Her fur is as blonde as her hair along her spine, and lightening to a shade of cream for her underbelly. She has three spots where her fur is almost brown, and they are her ears, the tip of her tail, and a random splotch on her back.
Personality:
Minny is very bitter towards life, and often walks around with an emotionless expression plastered on her face, unless of course, shes frowning, or crying. It has been two years since her lovers death, and two years since she was turned into a halfling, and she has begun to accept her life with the pack, and that her past human life, as well as the love of that life, is over, is gone. The wolf is simply a painful reminder of that, and a bit on an annoyance to her, considering the two have a hard time residing in the same body. The wolf always wants out, to run, to play, and be free, but the girl wants to keep control, and finds two legs better than four. Her wolf is hard for Mindy to control in her wolf form, so she avoids it as much as she can.
Deep down, Mindy hates what she had become, she misses the days were she could laugh and be free of the weight that resides where her heart used to be, but the dreams keep her up at night, reminding her of the day her life went sideways, haunting her of what she had become. Looking at the rest of the pack, she longs to be like them, but would never admit it. Part of her depression is due to her becoming sterile, as a human, she never cared much for kids, and thought she would only ever have one, if that. Only after being told she would never bear children did she realize how foolish she was to think that way, and now, even if she could get over her boyfriends death, she feels that she would be alone for the rest of her life due to her infertility.
âČ Fuzzy blankets
âČ Dark chocolate
âČ Water
âČ Music
âČ Occasional solidarity
âČ Books
âČ Smoking
âČ Mind consuming activities
âČ Running
⌠Questions
⌠Life
⌠Her wolf
⌠Her issues
⌠Being sterile
⌠Being alone forever
⌠Feeling
⌠Winter
⌠Dreams
Hurt-Johnny Cash
Other?
Minny was once a human girl, and was in love with a man she was sure she would spend the rest of her life with, but fate wouldn't have it and tragedy struck. Her love was taken from her when he was killed in a car accident three days after her nineteenth birthday. She was inconsolable for a month before she made the decision to end her life. There was just no point to it, no point to a life without him. Mindy made her way into the woods, a place she had been only few times before, and proceeded to drag a blade from the center of her wrist, to the crook of one arm, and then the other. Laying back she looked up at the snow as it fell through the ghosts of trees, the snow beside her drinking in her blood, until she succumb to the dark, icy tendrils of death.....that is, until liquid fire fell into her mouth, gagging her until she relented, letting it flow down her throat. Being too drained and tired to fight anything, much less lacking the will.
Someone had then carried her in their arms, it wasn't long until she was in a warm room. There was voices, but at this point, words meant nothing to her, and in the next few moments, she was joined with her wolf, and created by the keeper of the Wayland pack, and its alpha. Thrust back into the world she had wanted to escape, pulled back to life, weather she wanted to be or not.
She doesn't speak much about what had happened that day, and no one really knows about her past except for Elliot.