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Scarlet Violetta Morse

"I'm no one's good time, and I have no intention of letting that change anytime soon."

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a character in “Teen Wolf {Next-Gen}”, as played by Etta Mare Lindon

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Scarlet Violetta Morse


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"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you are the lion or the gazelle--when the sun comes up, you'd better be running." -Christopher McDougall



Introducing


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What is your name?:
Scarlet Violetta Morse

What do people call you, though?:
Letta, Scar, or Red, depending on the person

How old are you?:
17

Where were you born?:
Beacon Hills, California

Are you a male or female?:
Female

What is your hair color?:
Blonde

What is your eye color?:
Brown

How tall are you?:
5'1"

What is your role?:
Human

Sexuality.:
Heterosexual



Little Things


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What do you like?:
Scarlet has read books her whole life and enjoys them to this day, though she does not prefer a specific genre. She is full of imagination and would write a book if she could settle on just one. She is very engrossed in travel and seeing the world as well, though she has never actually been out of the country. She likes music and singing, though she tries not to flaunt her voice. Scarlet's one weakness is candy, not chocolate; she will eat it all day without fail. She also enjoys the outdoors and learning anything she can, whether it's language or weaponry or math. She also loves food and the feeling of being in control.

What do you dislike?:
Coffee, tea, and soda. Scarlet won't drink any of them and prefers smoothies to hot chocolate or slushies. She doesn't like to cook or bake if it has to be from scratch and she hates snow and cold weather. Scarlet dislikes when someone spoils a book for her and when people treat her like she is a kid, which happens fairly often. She hates being talked down to just as much as she hates know-it-all's and she doesn't like braiding her hair. One of her least favorite things is heavy metal music and the smell of gasoline or diesel.

Do you have any hobbies?:
Scarlet actually plays the piano, though it isn't entirely well since she can't read sheet music. She likes reading and photography and taught herself how to pick a lock when she was eight years old; she learned how to crack a safe when she was 13. She has taken up archery, but preferred the Mongolian crossbow to a normal bow, and knows how to shoot a gun.

Do you have any phobias or fears?:
Scarlet actually isn't afraid of much, and the things she is afraid of aren't tangible. She is deathly afraid of heights; she shuts down and her body takes over, shaking and crying and whatnot. She is also terrified of being hurt (emotionally), so she tries to distance herself from as many people as possible. However, she still has her mother and grandmother to care about and is so afraid of losing them.



About You


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What are you like as a person?:
Scarlet is a very headstrong, independent teen who won't take anything from anyone. She is very hot-tempered--so steer clear of her on a bad day--as is her whole female-blooded family. She is strong and fierce, and she tries to stand out from the crowd. She has no wish to become a mindless drone of high school, after all. Scarlet is also a curious soul, which tends to get her into loads of trouble. She needs to know things and if people won't give her the answers, she'll find them herself. Her stubbornness is an inherited trait from her mother and grandmother and it does not make for a happy household when there's an argument.

Her courage goes a long way in a family of girls, and she is very protective of them. She sees herself as the guardian of the house, since her father isn't around to do it for her. Scarlet can be very persuasive and finds lying easy enough; however, she has tried to ween herself off of that attitude. She does not trust many people, even her own friends, and has distanced herself and put up a defensive wall to avoid being hurt by anyone. On a good day, she can be funny and flirtatious, but on the flip side, she is very isolated and standoff-ish. However, once you get to know her and she lets you in, she will be the most loyal friend you have ever known.

Scarlet also tends to hold grudges for a long time, so it is best to stay on her good side or stay away. She is sarcastic and feisty, defensive and very complicated. She doesn't want to appear as broken as she really is, and hides it behind all of the above characteristics. Inside, she is as complicated as wandering a corn maze at night. She can't trust anyone and she knows it, especially in Beacon Hills. Scarlet also has a hard time believing people are who they say they are after her encounter with a kanima and werewolf. Though she is very intelligent, she has not worked through that encounter just yet. She is very quick to jump to conclusions and hates opening up to people and talking about deep, serious things.



History


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Give me a brief history of yourself.:
Scarlet was born in Beacon Hills, as was her mother before her. She was raised hearing about the old legends and folklore of the town from her grandmother, but she never actually believed any of it. She never knew her father because her mother said he walked out on them when he found out she was pregnant. The same thing was said to happen to her grandmother with her grandfather, so she knows that her family doesn't have a good history with men. At the age of nine, Scarlet noticed strange voices and whispers around her house, talking about werewolves and something called a kitsune. She realized it was her mother and grandmother and used to listen in on their conversations, loving the way they spun the words and spoke with such reverence; she almost believed what they said. Almost.

Later on when she was eleven, they started again, but now her mother was talking on the phone to someone too. And again when she was thirteen, and fifteen. She still hasn't figured out what they are doing, but she has gotten the idea that they are hiding something from her that is far too important to not know. She set out into the woods alone one day to figure things out for herself (she would be damned if someone wouldn't tell her something) and stumbled upon a few trees and a river, the usual things found in a forest. But then she heard something, or rather someone, and something in their tone told her to hide. Scarlet did the best thing she could and climbed the nearest tree, hiding in the branches and leaves. After a minute or two, two men walked by underneath her, the ones that had been talking before, only one had what looked like scales and the other had too much hair on his face to be normal. She knew not to move or breathe or scream because she would be dead; she could feel it in her gut. Once they had left, she went back home (by then it was well after dark) to find her mother worried sick standing on the front step. She told Scarlet to never leave the house without permission again and to never go out after dark. After her experience that same day, she couldn't argue with her.

Tell me about your family.:
Scarlet's only known living relatives are her mother and grandmother and they all share one house. She never knew her father, though she knows her mother does and suspects her grandmother does as well. Whenever she confronts them, they refuse to tell her anything. Her mother never knew her father too, Scarlet's grandfather, as he walked out on them right after her mother was born. Though she has come to peace with it, Scarlet has not, and she continues to dig into the past, even when it is better left alone. She has never had any siblings as well.

More info.:
Scarlet chose not to believe what she saw that day in the woods and does not believe in supernatural creatures. However, she has become increasingly wary of people and hasn't told anyone of the encounter. She is afraid that she will be put into a psych hospital.



Relations


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Connor Bradford - f - Alpha: TBD

Tate Bullard - m - Omega: Neutral

Ollie Thomas - m - Beta: TBD

Kennedy Quire - f - Omega: Friends currently

Alex Pierce - f - Werecoyote: TBD

Henry Thomas - m - Werecoyote: TBD

Benson Ackerman - m - Kanima: TBD

Elena Estrella - f - Kanima: Teacher

Hana Himura - f - Kitsune: TBD

Nathaniel Orion - m - Nogitsune: TBD

Michaela Donovan - f - Banshee: TBD

Johnny Halbrook - m - Human: TBD

Charlotte Ross - f - Human: Haven't met but may be future friends

Oleander Fari - m - Druid: TBD




Theme Song:
Fight Song || Rachel Platten
Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion

And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?

This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

Losing friends and I'm chasing sleep
Everybody's worried about me
In too deep
Say I'm in too deep (in too deep)
And it's been two years I miss my home
But there's a fire burning in my bones
Still believe
Yeah, I still believe

And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?

This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

A lot of fight left in me

Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion

This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong (I'll be strong)
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

Know I've still got a lot of fight left in me
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So begins...

Scarlet Violetta Morse's Story

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"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you are the lion or the gazelle--when the sun comes up, you'd better be running." -Christopher McDougall


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As soon as her eyes snapped open, she knew that she was late. There was no background noise: no alarm, no dog barking, no Kureg dispensing. Nothing. Scarlet rolled over to look at her clock and froze: ten minutes behind schedule. Just another day in Beacon Hills.

Scar quickly got out of bed, still wearing her shorts and tank-top due to the inconsistent September weather, and prodded around her closet to find something acceptable to wear. She wasn't one to be picky about style, but it was her first day back and she liked to look nice at least one day in the school year. Choosing black leggings and a knit red sweater, she changed and threw on a pair of her favorite below-the-knee gray rain boots for good measure. When Scarlet looked at her hair in the mirror, she realized that her natural waves had set in overnight. Her hair was bright blonde and shoulder-length, and for the sake of time, she decided to leave it down. Once she brushed her teeth and packed her black canvas bag, she grabbed her lanyard and left her house. She had managed to not to wake her mother and grandmother in the process.

Once Scarlet arrived at school, she parked her black Jeep in her new parking space and locked it. She had managed to get ready quickly enough so that she wasn't as late as she should have been. School hadn't started yet, but she liked to be there early anyway. Shouldering her bag, she tossed her lanyard into it and started the trudge up the steps and into Beacon Hills High School.

Every high school reeks of desperation and hormones. Today is no exception; kids already buzz around the lockers, meeting up with the friends they haven't seen in months. As she strides past classrooms, she notices the teachers holed up in their rooms, praying for another vacation even though school hasn't even started yet. The freshly waxed floors have already been trampled by at least one hundred students and it shows. The lockers that had explicit drawings and swears have been painted over, a clean slate for the artist. As Scarlet passes a group of freshmen boys, she notices they have taken advantage of this opportunity. Sometimes she hears a few greetings from groups lining the halls and calls back, but she doesn't stop to make conversation. Her eyes flit across the numbers labeling the lockers on her right side until she finally sees hers: #1776. This has been her locker for three years now, so she knows what will be there when she unlocks it and swings open the door; there's graffiti all over the inside walls. It brings a smile to her face as she shoves her bag into it and closes the door, remembering the first time she had opened her locker. What was not to love about high school?

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Image Today was a mess. With her hair down and knotted and her shirt wrinkled at the end, Kennedy walked through the halls to get to her home room. Why is this school so big She wondered as she groaned. People pushed her aside before she could even try to get through the main lobby. This is what you get for coming in late.

The chatters of teeth as people spread summer news began to make her cringe. The sounds were as loud as bombs goin goff in her ears. The smells, the air, it was all different, all unfamiliar. She could feel the power within the schools walls. There was a pack here, but she didn't know who was in it. It made her feel uneasy and vulnerable, something she doesn't enjoy. It would take her a few days or so before she felt comfortable in another packs territory. who knew how long it would take before she would be able to join a pack on her own.

Are they here? Do they know I'm here she wondered. She tried to feel around to find the werewolves in Beacon Hills High School. Nothing came up. It was no use. She was too weak and her skills were too underdeveloped to even be able to find them if she wanted too. She'd have to wait for them to find her.

As students began making their way to different classrooms, Ken gave out a soft sigh and re-adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. She was one of those people who would only wear the strap on one side and let the other fall. It was like a symbol of "coolness" in her mind. She looked back down at her schedule. Beacon Hills, Why are you so confusing? She looked up at the signs on the walls. This way? Maybe? It was clear that anyone who took a look at her could tell she was confused, but with the best fake smile she tried to look like a senior who knew her way around this place. Scarlet would know where this place was.

As more people passed by it was clear that she stood out like a sore thumb. She walked by as people watched her, almost as if they were asking the question "Who's that?" to themselves. It was a bit odd. Why would someone move to another school just for senior year?

Passing room after room and locker after locker, she finally noticed a familiar smell. Lemon and rosemary, a unusual combination, but one recognizable. "Hey Scarlet!" She shouted as she made her way across the 1700's lockers. "Scar!" She shouted again as she ran to her. "Very important question!" Kennedy huffed. "Where in the universe is this room?" She asked as she handed over a copy of her schedule to Scarlet.

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"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you are the lion or the gazelle--when the sun comes up, you'd better be running." -Christopher McDougall


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When Scarlet heard her name being called, her head snapped in that direction and she witnessed Kennedy, her new found friend, pushing through the hall towards her. "Hey Scarlet! Scar! Very important question! Where in the universe is this room?" She laughed at how out of place Kennedy seemed to be, being knew to Beacon Hills this year. She took the schedule from her hand and looked for the room number that she was looking for. Hey eyes widened once she noticed which class it was. "Well, just your luck, that's my first period class too! We can walk there together." She smiled warmly, thinking how nice it was to have a new friend in this town. Everyone always seemed to know everyone and nothing exciting seemed to happen ever. It was nice to have a change for once.

Scar shut her locker, checked the room number on Kennedy's schedule once more before handing it back it to her, and set off towards the room. "So, have you made any more friends yet since you've been here? Besides me, of course," she asked sweetly as they walked past hordes of people at their lockers or walking on the wrong side of the hallway. She passed a few of her other friends and waved. [color=243796]"Hey Ashley! Hey Kay,"[/color] she yelled over the din of the students. They replied back and she moved on to the next crowd. She had lived there long enough and it was a small enough school that she knew almost everyone there. She was also part of a Mentor program to help new students get around and make new friends if they chose to participate.

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Image Relief started to set in as she heard Scarlet's voice. It was at least something more familiar to her than the school. "Well, just your luck, that's my first period class too! We can walk there together." "Great."She said with a small smile. She took back the schedule in her right hand as she re adjusted her bag on her shoulder once more. She followed after Scarlet to the room.

Passing by lockers and crowds of people Kennedy watched over the halls with careful eyes. Beacon Hills was a small school in retrospect, but at this moment, it seemed like it was the size of the world. She kept track of everyone around her. Trying to pick up the atmosphere of the school, overhearing some of Scarlet side conversations with varying groups of people. Scarlet seemed to know everyone there. "So, have you made any more friends yet since you've been here? Besides me, of course,". Scarlet asked her. Kennedy flashed back into the conversation with Scarlet. "Umm, well, not really." She huffed. "But I'm sure I'll get to know others soon."

More doors seemed to pass and people seemed to appear and vanish as they walked. Bells rang and she knew she was going to be late, but at least there was another person who was going to be late with her. They finally made it to the class, English III. Kennedy didn't particularly like English, but something about the atmosphere of the students as she walked into the room. Something set her off. The teacher gave them a quick look as if to find a seat quickly. Kennedy found an open desk next to the window in the back row. Scarlet left her mind as she took in familiar scents from around. "What is that?" She mumbled silently and she began taking in more of the smell to find the memory it was linked too.

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"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you are the lion or the gazelle--when the sun comes up, you'd better be running." -Christopher McDougall


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As they walked through the halls, Scarlet notices Kennedy's attention shift to the hordes of people around them. She couldn't blame her really; there were so many and she was new to the school. When she told Scarlet that she hadn't met anyone else yet, she wasn't that surprised. Everyone here was pretty tight-knit and to get into a group of friends was almost impossible without really good people skills and a guide. "Don't worry about it. I'll introduce you to some of my friends if you want later. Or anyone you might be interested in that you might've picked out?" It came out more as a question, a friendly suggestion or hint at anyone she's seen so far. When she heard the bell, she internally groaned. She hated being late, but maybe her teacher would understand when he saw that she had been showing a new kid around...

When they finally made it to English III, she gave a sigh of relief. Honestly, they probably weren't even that late; it just felt like they were because she wasn't used to it. The minutes always dragged on to her, but English was one of her favorite classes and she was excited to start. They slipped in the door and Scarlet gave the teacher a quick apologetic smile before surveying the room. She had a few friends in the class, a lot of people she had grown up with, but also a few more new faces. She would have to find out who they were later. Scarlet quickly took an empty seat near the front of the room, since there weren't many left open, and took out a notebook and a blue pen. She had made an effort to sit near another new face to try and get to know everyone and had sat in front of a new boy. He had shaggy, light brown hair and dark eyes, pale skin and a muscular build. As she realized she wasn't focusing on the lecture, she mentally scolded herself and started to take notes.

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ImageAs Johnny began to arrange his supplies on his desk in his preferred setup, the teacher began to speak, beginning with something about the origins of language and the beginning of literature. He then moved from that to a quick recounting of how most civilizations starts in human's earliest days had oral traditions, passing their history and stories of the past through spoken word, not by writing. Of course, this was all stuff that Johnny knew. He had been known at his old school for being one of, if not the smartest kids there. He'd skipped both 7th grade and had skipped half of freshman year, which was why he was younger than everyone else here. He was a 16 year old senior and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing yet.

As the man at the head of the class continued with his lecture, clearly enjoying the area of study he taught, Johnny leaned forward, placing his cheek into his and resting his elbow on the desk top. As he did so, he absentmindedly placed the tip of his pin between his lips and began to flick it up and down, a nervous habit of his. But as he did so, his attention was quickly drawn to another teen who entered the class, quite late, which clearly annoyed the teacher, who just told him to take a seat. But despite the glares that most students seemed to be giving, Johnny could only stare. Damn, were all California guys as good looking as him? Johnny thought to himself as he watched Tate walk in and sit down, not realizing he hadn't taken his eyes off the guy since he'd walked in.

But as he continued to watch him sit, Johnny finally regained his wits and turned away, looking forward, not being able to shake the feeling that.... Was he staring at me? Johnny asked himself. No. There was no way. Please, he thought, He's' gotta be a basketball player with that height and I'm...well... Just as that thought crossed his mind, two more students entered late. These were two girls, one dark headed, the other as blonde as Johnny. They were pretty and apparently the teacher didn't mind that they were late. Johnny just snickered to himself about that fact.

Then the teacher finally paused to ask the class a question. "Right. So can anyone tell me what is commonly considered the oldest literary work in human history? Not the oldest story, but just the oldest written piece," the man asked, looking around the room to see who'd give it a shot. One student, a young female raised her hand and guessed, "Beowulf?" The teacher smiled and replied, "While that is one of, if not the oldest English work we know of, it's not the oldest work known to mankind. Does anyone know that one is?" The man then took a step forward and shut the textbook on one of the students in front's desk and added with a chuckle, "Without looking it up."

Johnny looked around the room and just shrugged and raised his hand, since it didn't seem anyone else was going to answer. The teacher pointed to him and said, "Yes, Mr.....Halbrook?" Johnny nodded in confirmation that, that was his name and then said, "Most historians consider the Epic of Gilgamesh to be the oldest known piece of literature, written about 3,000 years ago by the first known civilization, the Sumerians." Even the teacher seemed to be a bit caught off guard by how Johnny just prattled off the information right off the top of his head and nodded as he replied, "Yes. That's correct, Mr. Halbrook. And without your cell phone, very good." The class snickered a bit at that, as did Johnny who couldn't help but blush a little as he realized most eyes were on him. But the teacher quickly shifted into his next lecture, discussing the importance of literature to history and all that. And as if given a queue, Johnny placed the pen back between his lips and began to flick it back and forth, wondering if the lecture would contain something that he didn't already know, and thus would actually need his pen and paper. In the least, the teacher seemed to like what he was doing and at least was willing to try and make the class entertaining.

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โ€œIโ€™ve been alone for too long to know if I like it or not.โ€



17 | Omega-Werewolf | Pansexual | 6'1''


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Tate snapped out of his daze as the teacher rose his voice, no discreetly trying to get his attention, he then began to continue his lecture of old pieces of literature. English III was interesting to Tate, he was sometimes completely fascinated about the history of literature or epic poems written in the 8th century. But lots of thing interested him, so it didn't take long for him to once again get distracted, this time it was from two girls barging into the classroom. They shot the teacher some shy eyes, causing him to smile and nod his head in a motion saying take a seat. Tate rolled his eyes, People and their inability to resist a pretty face.. Tate thought as the blonde and raven haired girls took their seat, one plopping behind Tate.

Class went on for a few second longer uninterrupted, before a smell crept into Tate nose. His head perked up at the familiar scent, a mixture of tree bark and dew, a weird concoction but the smell was distinct. Tate hastily glanced around the room, his eyes swiftly glowing a light blue due to his heart rate hastening. When he noticed the change in his eyes he glued them shut mentally cursing himself, hoping no one had noticed as he steadied his breath. He shook his head and attempted to pay attention, once he felt his pulse drop he looked around the room once more to see if anyone noticed but didn't see any shocked stares. None that he caught that is.

"You were just overreacting, you smell weird things all the time." Tate whispered to himself. Would it really be that bad anyway? To meet another werewolf? his mind began to race but he stopped himself. A few more minutes after the whole ordeal, Tate had put it in the back of his mind, blaming the smell on the open window in the back of the class and a gust of wind. It was crazy but kept his mind of it. Tate began to pay attention to the lecture fully now, no more distractions. He paid attention just to hear the teacher smugly ask the class a question, one girl hesitantly rose her hand but was incorrect.

Tate tried to think for a minute but didn't really have an idea at the moment, until the blonde boy next to Tate rose his hand. "Most historians consider the Epic of Gilgamesh to be the oldest known piece of literature, written about 3,000 years ago by the first known civilization, the Sumerians." the boy answered, as Tate smirked as the teacher was even a bit taken aback. Even Tate was stunned, the boy was smart most likely the smartest one in the class even if he looked a bit young for the class in the first place, but he was also not to mention good looking with made Tate infatuated with him. "Good job, blondie." Tate whispered to the boy, almost automatically regretting his petty attempt to sound cool as he gnawed on his bottom lip out of embarrassment, wishing he'd taken another moment to think through his word choices.