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Elle Foalan

"I didn't choose this."

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a character in “Insignia: A Rebellion”, as played by Leigh Collum

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"Abraham Lincoln once said that at the end of the day, it's not the years in your life, but the life in your years. So, why live every day afraid of the unknown?"


"Where you end up isn't the most important thing. It's the road you take to get there. The road you take is what you'll look back on and call your life." ~Tim Wiley





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| Nickname |
"A few little things within my pack, though there isn't much you can really do with Elle."
Ellie

| Age |
"Unfortunately, not old enough to drink."
Eighteen

| Gender |
"Can't you tell? If not then I really need to change my image, not that I care what you think."
Female

| Role|
"Some say the Alpha is the most important role in a pack. I disagree; all roles are important, the Alpha just takes the lead.
Alpha Female of Foalan







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| Height & Body|
She's 100 lbs, 5'3".

| Face & Hair |
Her eyes are a light brown, very bright. Her hair is thick was a natural wave and is a dark brown, almost black.

| Scars |
"Hey, everyone's got them. They're memories."
Like most werewolves, Elle has scars from past fights or accidents. Most of the smaller scars are from fights she got into when she was just a pup, but others are from her many training sessions. The one scar that she always seems to notice is on the inside of her left wrist.

| Physical Description |
"Is this what all Alphas look like?"

Elle is a very gorgeous young woman with a lissome, petite frame that holds soft and natural curves. Having been dancing since she was young, she has worked hard to maintain a healthy body. Her skin is soft, a mile-and-rose complexion that fits the innocence of her character. Her face is that of a cherubic structure; she has high cheeks, but there is residual baby fat that accentuates the child-like expressions on her face. Her eyes are bright in a doe's eyes kind of way, accented by her dark hair and thick, long lashes that contrast sharply against her skin tone.

Although rare to see in public, Brielle wears glasses at home when reading. Her lips are rosebud-shaped and naturally pink, soft to the touch. Her hair is long and satiny-smooth, falling down her back in natural waves though she tends to straighten or curl them from time to time.


| Wolf Description |
"I'm the runt as always."
Though when they change, their wolf form is larger than a natural wolf, Elle is still small. Her fur is a dark chocolate brown, with small gold specks in the thick fur.






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| Abilities |
"I've got Alpha blood is me. I can do many things,"
Because she in an Alpha, she can command the members of her pack to do whatever it is she requires. She fully gains this power when she becomes Alpha officially; now she can just slightly influence those around her. Still, Elle refuses to use this ability with her pack mates until necessary. She is also rather fast, the fastest in her small pack.

"Probably not much of an ability, but I still take pride in it.
Elle has always been a good dancer. She blames the skill on her wolf senses and strength, but it is also her natural ability. She tried ballet when she was under ten, but that became quickly boring. She's been doing hip-hop and jazz ever since, but has since had to stop lessons because she has had Alpha responsibilities.

| 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 | Soccer | Being an Alpha | Dancing

| 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 | Skeptical Humans |

| Fears |
Losing a Member of Her Pack | Drowning

| Weakness |
"I can't afford to have weaknesses."
When it comes to her pack, Elle will do most anything to make sure everyone is safe and under control. Anything.







| Personality |
"Since most of the humans in the town are naturally wary and seemingly frightened of us, I don't have many friends besides my pack. They're definitely the best friends I could ask for, I mean, I wouldn't want anyone different. I was a shy girl when I first me them all however many years ago. I am only sometimes shy to others, but not nearly as I was. Now I'm able to talk to people and hold a conversation without passing out. Just kidding; I never did that before but it seemed as if I would whenever I would have to speak. Speaking in front of others in easier now. They've formed me into the almost-Alpha I am, and I don't know what I would do without them.

With everything my pack has done for me, I always feel the need to do more if not the same for them. Wherever they go, whatever they do, I'm there. It could be the Alpha in me that makes me so protective, though I don't think its the only reason. They are a great group of people; I want to protect them all with my life, and I would without hesitation. I'm selfless, I can't help it. Still, they wouldn't allow me to give my life for them. Its their job to protect me, but I can't live with the idea of them not having protection. Whether they like it or not, I will give my life for any of them. Cliche, I know.

I'm a stubborn person. With being an Alpha comes responsibility, and I do try my best to carry out everything given to me. It is hard, though, when someone decides not to listen, to keep my calm. When I was younger, and still adjusting to the transformation, I was easily angered. Someone stepping on my paw while on patrol would set me off. Now that I think about it, it was probably pretty funny. Its a symptom of the changing, but I had it worse off than any of my friends. 'Its the Alpha blood,' Dad would say. 'You'll eventually get over it.' It never went away. I learned to deal with it over the years, but its still there. Maybe that's one of the reasons I'm sometimes quiet; I don't want to have to take the chance of me getting angry. 'A small flame with a powerful burn,' Mom says. What?

Being an Alpha really sucks sometimes, but someone's got to do the job. With the training sessions and meetings and all of the other boring, official stuck, I try to have some fun with the pack. I've loosened up, and I found that I've got a hidden sarcastic wit. Usually I won't be trying and something will just come out of my mouth and someone will laugh. I honestly don't actually realize what I say until after I say it.





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| History |
"I was born the first child of the Alphas leading the Foalan pack. I was never given the choice of who I wanted to be."
Elle always was very serious about the fact that one day she would be the Alpha of her pack. Her parents raised her to understand that growing up would be different for her, not like the humans or even other werewolves. Being an Alpha was no easy job, not by a long shot.

So begins...

Elle Foalan's Story

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The words escaped her lips before she had mustered the courage to say them herself.


The humans in the courtyard went on with their mundane lives. The line at the lunch cart crept slowly to the registers. Teachers sat lazily at their tables drinking black coffee. Some students were blatantly kissing in the shade of the large willows. Time did not stop, nor did the seemingly never-ending chatter. In fact, the only ones frozen were the werewolves.

"The Foalan pack will be joining the Bleddyn pack. The date is scheduled for two weeks from tomorrow."

The words sounded worse spoken allowed. Elle had replayed them in her mind again and again after her parents had originally said them to her nights before. Why join the packs? In her mind it was not a necessity. Bleddyn and Foalan had successfully avoided each other for decades, only coming together during the annual meeting, which was not something either pack looked forward too. Obvious tensions were high, and at least one fight broke out every year. Upon hearing the news of the merge, Elle was flabbergasted. What had the pack leaders been thinking?

Nonetheless, it was still up to her to tell her pack. A weight had been on her shoulders for the hours since she was informed, and she had worried about her pack's reaction. All of its' members were different, each one having their own quirks and personalities. Still, their faces all had the same mask of surprise plastered on. Wide-eyed, open-mouthed, frozen in place. Apples half bitten, milk cartons lifted halfway to mouths. If not for the obvious tension in the air, Elle may have laughed.

None of the humans noticed the delay; most of them weren't brave enough to even glance in the werewolves' direction. Naturally the humans were frightened of the hybrids without knowing why. Elle didn't understand why either; perhaps something psychological? Maybe just the aurora the wolves have? Still, she was grateful no one looked their way. If one pack member were to get too angry about the news, she Elle wouldn't know how to explain to a school full of humans about one of their classmates erupting into a large dog.

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A stout, older woman, was seen shifting through a filing cabinet with a practiced air, in the backroom of a Day-Care center for the college student's children and surrounding community's kids; busy with her work, that she didn't hear the steady tread of a young man entering and stopping short of an arm's reach behind her. He was dark of hair and eye, and his fair complexion had a healthy glow to it even in the dimmed lighting. He was quiet, purposeful, and had an unnatural stillness few his age could ever match. He had flecks of dried yellow and blue paint speckled on his fingers, and hand/finger-print's of the same colors gripped around his wrist and fore-arms, the evidence of a busy morning and Markus's unworldly patience.

"Miss, I'm free to go to class now?" A conga line of shivers ran across the elder care-taker's shoulders and down her spine, and Markus may have felt down right apologetic if his employer hadn't asked him to be up front today to collect the children from their parents dropping them off before work or school - and no less than two people had complained to their significant other as they were leaving, in perfect earshot for even an ordinary mundane human to have heard, that they were leaving their kid in the hands of one of those serial killers that was apart of one of those scary gangs. But he guess he couldn't blame them either, humans were naturally frightened of hybrids like him; and children's forgiveness only lasted for a time, before they grew up and became like the rest.

"Yes, Thank you. I'll see you later. Goodbye." The matron resumed her usual tact, rough but proper, as she dismissed her youthful employee. But was unwilling to raise her eyes from the filing cabinet she was currently sorting to make sure he had heard her, all though she needn't have bothered anyway. Markus took his leave after her response and picked up this week's paycheck off the counter, before departing out the door to the spare closet to grab his back-pack and make his way to the cafeteria to meet the others for an early lunch before classes.

Markus has just sat down at the table the young werewolf's of the Foalan pack had claimed for lunch, with a green apple in hand and mildly, exasperated greetings to all. It would likely be no different a day than the next, you'd think... "The Foalan pack will be joining the Bleddyn pack. The date is scheduled for two weeks from tomorrow." He quite nearly choked on the piece of an apple he'd just taken a bite of as he jolted in surprised attention to the words Elle had just spoken. To be completely fair, he was fairly tired from a late night out on patrol and rising early for the morning shift before his classes started that day at the DayCare center on the college campus; but, he didn't think he'd become that hard of hearing yet?

With a painful swallow, he glanced up with widened eyes that quickly narrowed as they met with unnerving intensity to his Alpha that he'd heard her correctly, and nor was Elle pulling their tails metaphorically. It wasn't a frightening aspect per say joining the other pack, but certainly not a preferable action by any means. They'd live apart for generations well enough, why join now? Good grief... "The pack leaders and elders decide this?" Markus questioned, lightly. He already knew the obvious answer, but in keeping his calm and hopefully the others had themselves under wraps as well - especially in the midst of the human beings living out their mundane lives around them, a furry accident would be unnecessary and not to mention messy. Plus it was always better to have more information of the issue at hand, and save the need of getting worked up about it to get it - and would likely keep everyone much calmer, even if flabbergasted and in general upset.

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Johnny was sitting in class, his chin in the palm of his hand, his pencil tapping the edge of his desk and his eyes making love with the clock more than anything in the room. He was so ready to see his fellow pack members and even more importantly, his sister, Elle. He was happy that his sister had gained the Alpha position before him. Honestly, he was really immature when it came down to things between the two. Johnny argued the fact that she was a girl and couldn't handle the responsibility like a man can. She actually been doing a great job though - Probably better than him. His eyes roll at the thought but gleamed with happiness when the lunch bell sounded off.

John was the first one out of his seat as he ran pass everyone to get through the door. He dodged every obstacle in sight and managed to make it through the door, nearly falling on his face. Johnny made it to the cafeteria and looked as he seen that his pack had already secured their usual table as he offered them a small wave. Johnny walked over to the lunch line and grabbed himself a pack of apples and a carton of regular milk.

He paid the cashier then walked over to the table, sitting on top of it as his ears twitched when Elle started speaking. Her words made him growl low but fierce. He absolutely hated the Bleddyn pack and now he has to be friends with those people. This was not going to work, at all. He knew that, hell, everyone knows that. His eyes went to Edmund after he had ask his question. "Of course they are. It was probably their idea to begin with. Right, Elle?" He raised another brow towards her while waiting for a response.

When Elle was to give her response, Johnny simply shook his head and got up from his seated position and walked away. He couldn't believe the news and he didn't want to hear anymore of it - At least not right now.

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"Of course they are. It was probably their idea to begin with. Right, Elle?"

Markus returned Johnny's stare as he returned a comment for a brief moment. Not in a way designed to be particularly rude, but in an unabashed, piercing, inquisitive way that made you wonder if you have food on your face or your shirt is tucked into your underpants. He had a quick mind and had already assumed as much, if, however, hiding quite well how bothered he was that he hadn't heard something about this earlier from his elderly parents. At the very least, a bonus to the situation, everyone seemed to be holding themselves together well enough at the sound of the news - a few soft growls of mutual agreement shared, wouldn't be of much notice to the fur-less mundanes.

He waited patiently for Elle's response, without a returned glance in Johnny's direction again when he got up from his seated position at their table and walked away without another word. Growing up the years' with both Foalan children, he knew the young Beta male enough that it would be best the let the news sink in to him before he would want to hear anymore of it for now.