Race: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Nicknames: She just goes by Mavis
Coven/Pack name: Wolff pack
Rank: Juvenile
Height: 5 feet 4 1/2 inches
Weight: 103 lbs
Build: Petite
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Green
Scars?: A few minor scars
Brief Written Description: When you first look at Mavis, you'll see an average 16 year old, 5'4 height girl, with a small frame and a pout. But if you really look at her, you'll notice a few things about her. First and foremost, her eyes. Both deep green in colour. Her eyes are large, and her eyelashes long- but usually lengthened by mascara- and eyebrows around medium thickness. Her hair, fairly normal. A rich, medium brown colour with waves here and there and natural highlights from the sun. Then, of course the fact She is a werewolf. You probably couldn't tell from her appearance. But there are a few giveaways, one: She's tanned. Maybe not as tanned as some of her brethren, but tanned enough. Two: a glimmer in her eye. No, not an actual glimmer, but if you study her closely you could probably tell her strangely coloured eyes hold secrets.
Clothing Preference: Not really much to say apart from the fact her style changes like a fashion magazine. She likes to mix girly and casual, But sometimes she just sticks to girly.
Skills:
- Singing. She doesn't exactly remember when she started, but she grew up singing. The passion burned bright until about age 12, and now it's become more of a hobby of sorts.
Quirks:
- Breaking out into song at random moments. not just in the shower, in the middle of a cafe she'll start singing Bruno Mars something random like that. (WIP)
- Short temper. Some people find it funny, but Mavis has a really short temper. It flares up occasionally. (explained more in the written description)
Likes: Early mornings. Orange Juice. Goats. Smiles. Ancient Greeks. Lollipops. Swings. Children. Opera.
Dislikes: Transforming. Wasps. Coca Cola. Tears. Hospitals. Glue on her hands. Shouting/Arguing. Big Cities. (aside from New York, which she adores)
Fears: Hunters. Suffocating. Being hated.
Written description:
Mavis is nice.
Actually, nice is a bit to vague of a word. Maybe sweet, or forgiving would be more appropriate. However , I think I've made my point. These traits make it impossible for her to to stay mad at someone for a long period of time. And don't get me wrong, she's not a person who never gets mad, just not for long. She can be a little melodramatic. In fact a lot melodramatic, but it's just in her nature. She was born a drama queen. The cause of this is probably hormones and she migh settle down a bit when she is slightly older.
Relationship Status: Single.
Brief History:
Mavis was born on a cold November morning in New York to George Spencer, and Her mother Nikola, who father wants to talk about as
Little as possible. They say your childhood makes you who you are, and this was most probably true for Mavis.
Let's start with some major details, first her mother.
After Mavis' birth, she just… vanished. Packed up her belongings and left in search of a better life. Nobody knows what happened to her. Her father told her she took off in the direction of Europe. Like I said, her mother left when She was basically just born so She didn’t really know her. She was always brooding and miserable before she had you , her father had told her. She was apparently a cold-hearted woman who only cared about herself. But Ishe can’t help feeling like there is a big part of her childhood missing whenever she thinks about her. Despite this, Mavis had a good childhood. When she was approximately 4 her father moved back to his hometown, Bellingstone, and re-joined the Wolff pack. she found out her father was a werewolf when she was old enough to understand, about seven or so. She never realised that she was also a werewolf until around that age.
When she was maybe eight or so, her father had left for New York on a business trip ( he had a successful Home based advertising company), and she was staying with her aunt, but after a week, he hadn't come back. Her aunt phoned her friend, a lone wolf living in New York. he searched and found a body hidden under a dumpster in the Bronx. Shot. She was confused. She was eight, she didn't get it. All she knew was that He was gone. She moved in permanently with her aunt. She became less depressed and a bit more happy, But... started having visions. Short, only around half a minute. One was so frequent that it stuck in her brain. A gun. And a gravelly voice.
You're next.