(Posting a 2nd character...nay, you are seeing things. )
Name: Quinn Julia Rovenharte
Birthday (at least the year)
1902, turned 1920
Golden blonde that casts down in curls, lining the curves of Quinn’s neck and face like a fountain of rich gold along rosy pale skin holds a shine like no other. Her gentle square face holds a look of a fragile beauty that in a moment of pure rage can turn hard and mean. Bright ice blue eyes slightly tilted inward give her graceful appeal and softens her face shape. Thin lips and thick well curved eyebrows curve up and over them to edge a few centimeters beyond the eyes. A petite body, Quinn is built more for running long distances then lifting weights because of her enjoyment of running in her wolf form. Her appearing age seems very young, almost 19, though she is much older than that and if necessary with a little makeup and blush could pass for 21. She enjoys wearing tight fitting jeans and shirt, appealing both to her and her life mate. Black leather boots with shiny chain decorating it, giving it a biker appearance that makes Quinn feel hot and sexy. On her lower back is a large birth mark of the state shaped like Louisiana and beside it, are the indentations of a werewolf bite scar tissue.
A slim gold blonde wolf with bright blue eyes, she looks scrawny and thin most the time yet it’s all lean muscle. Much smaller than most wolves, she is able to pass for an odd looking dog until you look closer at her to notice the larger paws, ears, and longer muzzle of the wolf species. A pure white streak runs down her snout top to the tip of her black nose and between her large pretty eyes to rest on forehead, like an elongated diamond. Her tail is thick and wispy; a black mark covered by the fur is barely noticeable.
Like fire, Quinn’s temper can burn like a hot blaze usually to the glass half empty sort of view of life. Never able to stand still for hours on end, minutes are hard for her hyperactive body and meds do little good so to adapt she runs like the wind. She tends to get overprotective, easily jealousy of other female humans drooling over her guy turning snappish and rude to chase them away. It only a moment her mate has to rein Quinn in as her telltale signs of aggression start off as gritted and grinding teeth. Stubborn and quick to jump to the negative, she is more a reckless actions type then a planner usually landing in deep water her mate has to pull her out of.
It begins with Quinn leading Alexis off into the woods, not caring for her reputation or the fact her parents frowned on the man she loved. Young lovers they were and foolish, a rich stubborn girl loved a hard working independent boy in their eyes. It didn’t matter, that spark was strong. Just as they were only kissing for a small time did things turn dangerous, two wolves –one the colored of dried blood and other the light grey- moved into the clearing catching the couple off guard. Quinn froze as the red one lounged at Alexis, followed by the other, seeing her was little more then spot lighted deer while the man was the larger threat. Only Alexis’s yells for her to run shook her from the state to lash out with a fallen tree branch right across the grey’s back, amusing it seemed both of them before he turned on her. He nailed her on hips, tearing into dress, meat and blood with his mouth. Alexis was dragged onto the ground while the other tore into his back leaving those painful scars she felt pain over. About to finish the job before turning its head up to see Alex had been victorious over the red one, the corpse laying there in twitching death throes before it stilled and became cold.
He looked like he could barely stand while Quinn couldn’t, her head too dizzy to let and the wound bleeding profusely. The virus had already begun its terrible work on her body making it rise in temperature while Alexis’s adrenaline stalled his. Thankful with the death of its fellow wolf it sped off into the woods leaving the couple to bare though their ill-gotten gift. He collapsed not far from her, both quaking though the night as Quinn wanted to give up edging to just let the disease take her and end it. Alex was not ready for that. He was her life line, her reason and he pissed her off enough that he knew she would fight to stay alive. In the morning, two brand new wolves were seen dashing away from discarded clothing straight into the wood. One blond and the light honey.
Over the years their love grew. Shown in many ways, Quinn had long since gotten over disappoint that she never bear Alex children and still blames herself for the night they were turned. Inside he knows it. A few years later, her and Alex have integrated into pack in the North American woodlands of Oregon from a large cottage house where the only way to reach or leave it is by horse back. It was a time of positive thinking and looking to the future but for this couple it is a time of mourning and loss. It was year their pack was slaughtered and seemed to be ripped from the world. They left for a month’s traveling time, unaware their pack had been discovered and were quickly exterminated right off the land they played, romped, and lived their lives on. The cottage was burned so badly it was nothing more than a smothering corpse, the only one they could find from the dozen or so wolves that were there before they left. Nothing left to bury or remember them then.
Prohibition was in affect as they edged deeper, it was soon clear to survive they had to change with the times. One of the first things was Quinn and Alexis became rum runners for a man named Mason Turner, a slight sleazy business manager of a small river boat. In order for the liquor to get to the correct destination he often had the couple shift into delivery boys-girl in Quinn’s case- to keep a certain strong trade with certain speakeasy establishments. It was tough, once in 1925 Quinn even ended up in jail to buy time for Alexis to get away from the fuzz which due to lack of evidence allowed her to be released. Due to their wolf forms it was easy to scout ahead without raising too much attention especially in the country side as Quinn’s could been mistaken for a dog often enough. The money wasn’t the best but they squirreled enough of their earnings away that they barely scrapped by in the Era of the Depression and like the rest needed to also rely on food tickets for goods and basic needs. It was stressful, the lack of a home helped see them though, but it tested the limits of what they believed their love could endure until another misfortunate event rocked their bond to its very core.
It was in the middle of World War 2 Alexis was drafted into the military forced to fight a war they had no business being a part of while Quinn was left at home to wait. She became a “rosie” in a factory job; using her extra energy she helped the war effort- a vain attempt to coop- by running the home front with Alexis on her mind all the time. Missing him but never giving up until one day, unexpectedly he arrived on her door step like some angel with his hair all messy, a dense overgrown beard and filth covering him from head to toe before she leaped on him abruptly. Never letting him go for a good portion of the week in fear he was a dream that would fade with time.
It had been many years, they been moving from place to place and now Quinn is feeling the tug of wanting to be a pack member again. Currently they are traveling though some damp forest area with their backpacks and nothing else. Though the wetness of the recent rains has made it hard to sniff the local pack, Alexis’s keen nose knows they are there faintly while she leads the way in the dark. Strengths and weaknesses are no stranger to each other, yet very caution never the least should they run into trouble. They are currently heading to the local town and unknowingly into the middle of things.