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Eden Foalan

"I didn't choose this."

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a character in “Insignia”, as played by Adelphia

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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 Eden."
Edie (prounced ee-di)

| Age |
"I'm a junior; still can't drive yet, though. Have a car, just no license."
Sixteen turning seventeen

| 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 blue, 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, Eden 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?"
Eden doesn't believe she fits the proper image of an Alpha. She has her father's dark features, mother's eyes. She likes both features, though often wishes her hair was a bit longer; it doesn't grow quickly. The dark brown waves stop at her waist. Body wise, she is toned. Werewolves almost always have a natural muscle; hers is just more feminine and isn't easily seen. Her family always said that she looked fragile and small next to her larger and more physically muscled pack mates.

| Wolf Description |
"I'm the runt as always."
Though when they change, their wolf form is larger than a natural wolf, Eden 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, Eden 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.
Eden 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, Eden 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."
Eden always was very serious about the fact that one day she would be the Alpha of her pack. She didn't even know what being an Alpha meant until she was ten.

So begins...

Eden 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 room continued on with their mundane lives. The lunch line crept slowly to the registers. Teachers sat lazily in their small lounge drinking black coffee. Some students were blatantly kissing in the corners of the spacious room. 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. Eden had replayed them in her mind again and again after her parents had originally said them to her nights before. 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, Eden 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. Eden 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 Eden 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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Character Portrait: Calan E. Rivers Character Portrait: Eden Foalan
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The words rung through Calan's ears, and at first he didn't know how to react. Not even a chime of a sarcastic joke left his lips. Then again, he was mid bit of food when Eden had revealed the news. There really wasn't anything that could lighten an announcement like that. After a moment of staring at Eden in complete and utter silence, Calan started to eat his lunch again. He sent a sideways glance around the table at the rest of the pack before swallowing a bite of pizza he'd been chewing. "Well, we can think of it as making friends… you know, since we're not very good at that with humans." Calan muttered with a grunted chuckle before glancing down at the bruised apple on his lunch tray. He cringed as he picked it up and inspected it more closely before making a sound of disgust and tossing it over his shoulder, onto the floor of the cafeteria.

"So, why do we have to join them?" Calan asked after taking a long sip of his milk. He wanted to know more, especially since this wasn't something that was up for argument. The way Eden had explained it had him thinking that it wasn't up for argument or ideas at all, but rather that it was her say, and the way that things were just going to happen. Since he couldn't change what was coming, he could at least find out more about it. He leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto a bar underneath the table and throwing his arms across the back of his head. "I really wanted to eat that apple." He grumbled with a small frown as he looked down at his empty lunch tray. His stomach growled a little. These lunches were never enough for him, it was like he was eating a snack. He always found himself at home eating nearly four times as much as what he had just had. After a moment of a distracted thought of what he was going to eat when he got home, Calan looked back up at Eden with curiosity.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Kingston Character Portrait: Calan E. Rivers Character Portrait: Eden Foalan
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Disgusting. In all honesty, that was the only word that sprung to Shiloh's mind, at the current moment, that could even remotely describe the animosity she felt towards high school. More specifically; the cafeteria in which she was always promptly ushered into by the shrill alarm of the bells. Ah yes, the lunch period.. perhaps the only time, aside from the final seconds of the last period, that most of the teenagers managed to snap out of their shells, out of their zombie-esque trance, to interact with students of similar caliber in whatever manner they deemed fit at the moment. And, judging by a few of the tossed insults (some holding a playful joviality...others on the opposite end of the spectrum), the physical contact that was spurred by their fluxing hormones and overwhelming drives of testosterone, some of these lifeless students acted quite in the reverse of their classroom presence.

Of course, Shiloh normally wouldn't have been so fixated on observing the humans..but then again, since the first light of dawn had woken her this morning, there had been a creeping sensation in the recesses of her conscious that today would be the polar opposite of normal. So, naturally, everything she did today was going to be out of the ordinary. God..they are so.. unusual mused her metacognitive inner voice, just the slightest twinge of curious repulsion lacing the words. After all, despite having been educated, Ches had never been to an actual high school, home-schooling always being the option decided best for her. Anyone who had spent the last sixteen years of their life in reclusive hiding would have been reacting in a similar fashion to Shiloh..it was just natural, expected. So, with those ethereally hued orbs continually sweeping the room for any appalling signs of teenage socializing, a slender hand darted forward to pause at the edge of the plastic tray, the color of a washed out navy blue, that was sporting some blatant marks of over usage. Never once retreating her surveying gaze, that hand sprung back into motion after a second of pause to lightly grasp a cupcake tucked into it's compartment, the poor pastry never once having a moment to have an epiphany of it's gruesome fate. That is.. if inanimate objects could reach such mental capacity. Fluidly raising the sugary mess off the tray, Ches flickered her gaze downwards to it, any interest in gazing at her peers lost. Hm... yellow today, huh? murmured her thoughts, distaste weaving it's bitterness into the syllables. Lazily, the opposite hand's pointer finger made a quick swipe across the top of the cake, a large clump of artificially dyed buttercream sticking to the digit. Raising it to her lips, Ches's slender tongue darted forward, those tastebuds that registered the sensation of sweetness nearly bursting with joy. That was when she noticed Eden, almost seemingly, appearing from nowhere.

One look at her Alpha, that was all it took for the pack member to recognize something was horridly wrong. Shifting on the plastic beneath her, a frown tugging the corners of her mouth downwards, Shiloh peered at Eden with an imploring anxiety. "The Foalan pack will be joining the Bleddyn pack. The date is scheduled for two weeks from tomorrow." rang out her hesitating tone, a certain underlying emotion present that evaded Shiloh. Dropping her now-clean finger from her mouth, the guard only managed a blink or two of blankness, eyes void of any major reaction. This is quite..odd.. Why? echoed out her conscious, colorful inquiry adding life to the unspoken words. Flickering a glance over at the Beta, who was currently stuffing his face with an assortment of food, Shiloh couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at his grunt of a chuckle, his words trying to make light of the situation. "Well, we can think of it as making friends… you know, since we're not very good at that with humans. So, why do we have to join them?" Thankfully, Calan voiced the question that was nagging, a saving grace. Biting her lower lip, eyes still guarded from emotion, Shiloh was still attempting to figure out her position behind this piece of news, her mind quickly becoming a busybody of swirling thoughts. Finally omitting a soft growl, she leaned furtherinto the backing of her seat before tightly crossing her arms over her chest, eyes just ever-so-slight narrowing. "Well.. this is going to be fun. Keeping you safe from the enemy when they are literally next door.. How are we suppose to know that we can trust them? I mean, I've been here for a few months but that's enough to realize that there is some pretty deep shit between you guys."

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Character Portrait: Dylan Jäger Character Portrait: Shiloh Kingston Character Portrait: Calan E. Rivers Character Portrait: Eden Foalan Character Portrait: Xander  Dewmont
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''The Foalan pack will be joining the Bleddyn pack. The date is scheduled for two weeks from tomorrow."
Just that sentence brought Xander out of her thoughts. Xander had been looking out of the window that she was sitting next to, just day dreaming about being outside, where she belonged instead of this hell hole called high school. Xander hated being stuck inside for hours, having to listen to adults talking about math and what not. Xander just wanted the final bell to ring so she could be outside, with the fresh air and be free. Xander looked back at Eden and thought about what she said about the two packs being forced to join to form one pack.

Xander looked around and hoped no one over heard what they were talking about, other wise they would have to explain, a lot. She looked at Eden again and said, '' Well, you're our leader. What you say goes, I won't ague with that.'' Xander looked back around to see what the others would say, since she wasn't one to talk much, like at all.
''Well, we can think of it as making friends… you know, since we're not very good at that with humans." Xander looked at Calan and smirked, he would be the to say that. Xander looked back at him when she saw him look down at the apple he had and frowned and then threw it over his shoulder. Xander ever so slightly gave him a smile and then she quickly stopped smiling when he said,'' So, why do we have to join them?'' Xander also was wondering why as well.

Xander stood up and grabbed her tray of half eaten food. She then looked at Calan before she left when she heard him say, '' I really wanted to eat that apple'' He said with such a child like tone. Xander couldn't help but smile, she looked down at her tray again and saw that she had gotten an apple, but didn't eat it yet. She walked behind Calan and dropped it in front of him, and it landed on his tray. It was a bright, pump red apple and Xander wasn't hungyy anymore, and she hated wasting food.She playfully ruffled the pack of Cadan's hair and walked away to throw away her left over trash.

Xander walked back over to her pack at their table, but before she sat down she heard someone say, '' I swear..don't you ever find something a little you know..strange with Eden and her..followers?'' Xander stopped and waited to see if they would talk more about them, but they didn't so she just sat back down next to Eden.
Xander looked at Eden and said, '' They're talking about us again. I heard Dylan and his jocks talking. Do you think this could be bad?'' Xander looked back at Eden, then back at the others and waited for the others to talk again.