25 April 1936
Medium height, slim build with a lovely set of curves. Long, mid back length bright red hair hair and startling blue eyes. She's almost always with a bright smile on her face, and a kind look on her face. Even if she had shorter hair there'd be no denying that she was a woman, everything about her screamed it, but in a soft way. She has the now ruined tattoo of a phoenix with spreed wings across her back and shoulders, the head feather's coming up into her hair line, the tail stopping at just above her waist.
Little on the smaller end of large, fur rather like a grey wolf's but with more red mixing into the areas that aren't grey.
Kind, caring, compassionate, loud, exuberant, and loving. There is something about Rebeca that makes it hard to not be happy when you're around her. She gets under your skin quickly, making her seem like she's always been your friend. The girl is all smiles and light laughter. There are very few who would not count her friend, or friendly, even amongst hardened people she is a source of light.
The only child of a pair of high school sweet hearts, Rebeca was raised just on the cusp of middle class. They did well enough to never have her wanting, but the extra little things of life did slip them by as well. But she was happy, and bright and didn't care about those things. She 'ran away' when she was sixteen, though her mother knew she was leaving it was more of just going to see things. She ended up in California not long before giving birth to her only child who'd been unknowingly convinced before she'd left home. She came back to live with her mother just before her daughter turned two.
She was turned in the summer 1967 by sheer accident by her now Alpha.