Name: Roxana La’Trice Underthorn

Age: 29 looks 19
Height: 5’7”
Distinguishing Features: Red hair and bright yellow eyes.
Race: Lycan
Position: Beta
Family: N/A
Weapon of choice: Bow staff and chain weapon.

Personality: Smart ass, sometimes hot headed, self reliant, strong willed girl. The only person that can ever really make her show her soft side is the Lycan she devotes her life and love to. S
Mate: Chaos Darkwood
Alphamaga: Chaos

History: Roxana was born to a rather wealthy well known family. Her father was a member of the court the judge to be more precise. Judge Robert Charles Tinwell and Lisa Tinwell were her parents. She was not born with the name Roxana La'Trice Undertorn it was a name she took when she started her new life as a Lycan. Her name was Rachel Tinwell born into a life of golden spoons and dresses of silk and the finest cotton. Her wild personality and her desire for independence was not welcome in her everyday life. Her mother was stricked with her always telling her she couldn't do this or couldn't do that because it didn't match their status. Rachel would have much rather run barefooted threw the streets in her pajamas than be all dressed up and in short heels. Rachel lived this life till the age of 19 when she had finally had enough and ran away from home. Her mother was distraught, her mother loved her like any mother truly loves their child. She went to the guards for help who told her. "Mam, we have more important things to do than find a lost girl. But we know someone that can help." One of the guards took her to the forests edge and whistled. For three gold pieces this Hybrid and his friends would hunt down any human for any reason. Her mother quickly and silently paid the hybrid and told them about her daughter. The hybrid and his friends took off after the young girl. Rachel was walking threw town as to not draw attention. When one of the hybrids grabbed her sleeve. "Well hey there missy it's time to go home." She pulled away from him screaming for help and a strong merchant grabbed the hybrid by the arm taking his attention from Rachel. Rachel now knew they were looking for her and hid from them as best she could. Thus the chase begun.

She had told herself she'd rather die than go back to that life or go to a life of vampires. That life of being a doll or a life with no soul. She ran from them tripping over things and running threw people. She ran like a criminal on the run. She ran threw Imre, threw Tarbean, and threw Robin's Nest, the farmers village, all the way to the southern mountains. She ran to there base and looked behind her she saw them coming. Coming after her. She ran into the mountains ignoring all common sense and she ran. She ran till she could not run any longer. She walked till she couldn't walk any farther. Her feet were scratched, blistered, and bleeding. Her dress had almost been torn to shreds from the thorns that covered the mountain side.

When Chaos found her she hadn't eaten in three days and only had a little to drink from the stream that passed threw the mountain. She was torn up tiny cuts all over she looked as though she'd been drug threw the muddy thorns. She gazed up at him with just one look he knew she was worth saving. So he gave her the bite of life and death. Death to the life she once knew and the people she once held dear and a new life with him and new friends and a new world.