{“We have existed on the peripherals of human society. Close enough to observe, but never to touch. That is how it has always been, and that is how it will stay."}
N A M E
Holly Aliz Flores
A G E
29
S P E C I E S
Shapeshifter, Werewolf
O R I G I N
Harvester County National Forest
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
A F F I L I A T I O N
The Wolf Pack
H E X
#D45858
Holly Aliz Flores
A G E
29
S P E C I E S
Shapeshifter, Werewolf
O R I G I N
Harvester County National Forest
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
A F F I L I A T I O N
The Wolf Pack
H E X
#D45858
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Despite her faults, she is a kind soul, perhaps an easy to anger one, but still compassionate to others. A protector when need be. Careful to guard against hurting too deeply the ones she loves. Takes measures to ensure she includes others, rather than push them away. Shyness to her is endearing, and she chooses to be kind to those who falter in social situations the most. It is her natural tendency to worry after her pack, and she tends to easily become anxious when situations do not go her way.
The kind of person that is organized, always on time, and tidy to the point of obsession. She has her way of doing things and isn't easy to sway. This applies to her basic opinions on most matters as well. If you think arguing with her is going to be at all helpful then you're one brave soul. She will go head to head with anyone that tries to undermine her or take control from her hands. It's amazing she's capable of splitting responsibilities at all.
But whatever the case nobody can say that she does not care - perhaps its that she cares too much.
Notably she isn't a huge fan of humans or of the pack interacting with humans. She knows that she cannot control every aspect of her packs lives, but it causes her great worry to see humans within the pack at all. She can be a bit edgy around the humans of the pack but does not outright fault them for being the way they are. Because of her belief that her father was murdered by hunters (and thus humans) she simply keeps a closer eye than necessary on them and holds the humans to a higher standard than she often does the other shifters. Plain and simple, she can be a bitch - but one that simply wants to keep everyone alive and healthy.
Holly is certainly strong and nobody can say otherwise. She carries the weight of her world on her shoulders without complaint and has her breakdowns in private. She rarely cries in the company of others and puts on a brave face when need be. Strong-willed and ready to fight at a moments notice. She can be hard-headed, but stubbornness does not mean she is without logic. Getting her to listen is always going to be the first step, but its sticking to your guns that will truly earn her respect.
Despite her faults, she is a kind soul, perhaps an easy to anger one, but still compassionate to others. A protector when need be. Careful to guard against hurting too deeply the ones she loves. Takes measures to ensure she includes others, rather than push them away. Shyness to her is endearing, and she chooses to be kind to those who falter in social situations the most. It is her natural tendency to worry after her pack, and she tends to easily become anxious when situations do not go her way.
The kind of person that is organized, always on time, and tidy to the point of obsession. She has her way of doing things and isn't easy to sway. This applies to her basic opinions on most matters as well. If you think arguing with her is going to be at all helpful then you're one brave soul. She will go head to head with anyone that tries to undermine her or take control from her hands. It's amazing she's capable of splitting responsibilities at all.
But whatever the case nobody can say that she does not care - perhaps its that she cares too much.
Notably she isn't a huge fan of humans or of the pack interacting with humans. She knows that she cannot control every aspect of her packs lives, but it causes her great worry to see humans within the pack at all. She can be a bit edgy around the humans of the pack but does not outright fault them for being the way they are. Because of her belief that her father was murdered by hunters (and thus humans) she simply keeps a closer eye than necessary on them and holds the humans to a higher standard than she often does the other shifters. Plain and simple, she can be a bitch - but one that simply wants to keep everyone alive and healthy.
Holly is certainly strong and nobody can say otherwise. She carries the weight of her world on her shoulders without complaint and has her breakdowns in private. She rarely cries in the company of others and puts on a brave face when need be. Strong-willed and ready to fight at a moments notice. She can be hard-headed, but stubbornness does not mean she is without logic. Getting her to listen is always going to be the first step, but its sticking to your guns that will truly earn her respect.
{“When the moon calls for me, I call back to her."}
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A B I L I T I E S
As a Shapeshifter that takes on the main form of a wolf - or in human terms a werewolf - Holly is capable of shedding her human skin in order to become the wolf itself. In this other form her human skin simply sloughs off, her bones re-shape themselves and new skin and fur grows over this newly formed musculature. It isn't a painful process, at least not after the first thousand times one has gone through it. Generally, it is easier to do when the moon is up - her kind of wolf gain more strength when the moon is at its fullest. But she can turn anytime she wants to, with the exception of during times where her body is undergoing extreme amounts of trauma/stress. If she were mortally wounded in either form she would be stuck in that form until she healed.
As a wolf her emotions are tamped down into a far easier to parse format. Human intelligence goes out the window and thought is broken down into semi-coherent babble. While she can communicate and emote in basic bodily gestures there is nothing "human" left in her actions. She is the beast, and the beast is her. Instinct takes over, and though her subconscious is still human it only regains control when she decides to return to that form.
In her human form the wolf leaves her with far greater senses, a heightened sense of hearing and smell as well as a general ability to see better in the dark. She is stronger, but not inhumanely so - more so a strength that exists without having to follow any intense fitness programs. In her human form she can call upon her lupine features, but there is no true "half" shifting. Simply borrowing the appearance of her wolf.
As a Shapeshifter that takes on the main form of a wolf - or in human terms a werewolf - Holly is capable of shedding her human skin in order to become the wolf itself. In this other form her human skin simply sloughs off, her bones re-shape themselves and new skin and fur grows over this newly formed musculature. It isn't a painful process, at least not after the first thousand times one has gone through it. Generally, it is easier to do when the moon is up - her kind of wolf gain more strength when the moon is at its fullest. But she can turn anytime she wants to, with the exception of during times where her body is undergoing extreme amounts of trauma/stress. If she were mortally wounded in either form she would be stuck in that form until she healed.
As a wolf her emotions are tamped down into a far easier to parse format. Human intelligence goes out the window and thought is broken down into semi-coherent babble. While she can communicate and emote in basic bodily gestures there is nothing "human" left in her actions. She is the beast, and the beast is her. Instinct takes over, and though her subconscious is still human it only regains control when she decides to return to that form.
In her human form the wolf leaves her with far greater senses, a heightened sense of hearing and smell as well as a general ability to see better in the dark. She is stronger, but not inhumanely so - more so a strength that exists without having to follow any intense fitness programs. In her human form she can call upon her lupine features, but there is no true "half" shifting. Simply borrowing the appearance of her wolf.
{“Wish I could see you for one last time. Wish I could say goodbye to you"}
H I S T O R Y
The first time the wolf clawed her skin off from the inside out she was ten years old. Unusual in that shapeshifters very rarely found their form before puberty. But for the short few years of her life before it was obvious that she would follow in her parents paw prints. Eyes flashing golden yellow in the night, fangs popping bloody through her gums. It hurt, in the beginnings. The wolf is a brutal beast, powerful even when contained in a cage of human flesh.
Being the firstborn child she was doted upon. A daddy’s girl through and through – he taught her everything he knew; but it was her mother’s philosophy that stuck with her all these years. She grew up in the pack, completely entrenched in the culture of shapeshifter kind. She ran with her fellows, hunted with them back when that was still a socially excepted behavior. She loved to learn of other supernatural creatures, and often tagged along with her mother during meetings with the Valenwood Coven.
As she grew her friendship circle diminished. Her hierarchy in the pack heightening as she took on more and more responsibility. Her mother had warned her once that she would likely have to fight for a future position as leader among their pack; if that’s what she even wanted (which truthfully, she wasn’t sure she did.) It wasn’t uncommon for challengers to arise and shift the tides – after all, that’s how her father had become the leader.
Unfortunately it wouldn’t have mattered if a challenger had tried to arise. The pack was thrown into chaos when Ronan was found dead. Holly was twenty years old, her mother retreated into the shadows, and the pack was thrown into a chaos formerly unknown. It took all of her strength to pull them back together, no challengers arose after that. After her father died she had to step up, not only for her pack but for her sibling. Abandoned as they were by their mother, who had chosen to grieve as a wolf and stayed that way long after that sadness began to fade. She’s been in charge of a portion of the pack proceedings for the past 9 years, trying as she might to lead them in a way that her parents would be proud of. Some claim her to be controlling and distant. But she simply wants what is best for the people she has been tasked with keeping safe. If that includes laying down the law – well, she can’t hold back.
She would do anything to ensure the future of the pack.
The first time the wolf clawed her skin off from the inside out she was ten years old. Unusual in that shapeshifters very rarely found their form before puberty. But for the short few years of her life before it was obvious that she would follow in her parents paw prints. Eyes flashing golden yellow in the night, fangs popping bloody through her gums. It hurt, in the beginnings. The wolf is a brutal beast, powerful even when contained in a cage of human flesh.
Being the firstborn child she was doted upon. A daddy’s girl through and through – he taught her everything he knew; but it was her mother’s philosophy that stuck with her all these years. She grew up in the pack, completely entrenched in the culture of shapeshifter kind. She ran with her fellows, hunted with them back when that was still a socially excepted behavior. She loved to learn of other supernatural creatures, and often tagged along with her mother during meetings with the Valenwood Coven.
As she grew her friendship circle diminished. Her hierarchy in the pack heightening as she took on more and more responsibility. Her mother had warned her once that she would likely have to fight for a future position as leader among their pack; if that’s what she even wanted (which truthfully, she wasn’t sure she did.) It wasn’t uncommon for challengers to arise and shift the tides – after all, that’s how her father had become the leader.
Unfortunately it wouldn’t have mattered if a challenger had tried to arise. The pack was thrown into chaos when Ronan was found dead. Holly was twenty years old, her mother retreated into the shadows, and the pack was thrown into a chaos formerly unknown. It took all of her strength to pull them back together, no challengers arose after that. After her father died she had to step up, not only for her pack but for her sibling. Abandoned as they were by their mother, who had chosen to grieve as a wolf and stayed that way long after that sadness began to fade. She’s been in charge of a portion of the pack proceedings for the past 9 years, trying as she might to lead them in a way that her parents would be proud of. Some claim her to be controlling and distant. But she simply wants what is best for the people she has been tasked with keeping safe. If that includes laying down the law – well, she can’t hold back.
She would do anything to ensure the future of the pack.