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[b][u]Name: [/b][/u] Haven Clark
[b][u]Gender: [/b][/u] Female
[b][u]Age: [/b][/u] 22
[b][u]Group: [/b][/u] Main
[b][u]Personality: [/b][/u] Sarcastic, Naïve, Fun loving, Trusting, Curious, Adventurous, Gentle
[b][u]Abilities: [/b][/u] Stamina, lurking silently, and believably playing dead are special traits of hers
[b][u]Appearance: [/b][/u]
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[b][u]Wolf: [/b][/u]
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[b][u]Background: [/b][/u] Haven grew up adopted into a travelling RV family. She was homeschooled her entire life, and lived in a tin can of a house until she was 19 with her parents and two other adopted siblings, a boy and another girl. They travelled just about everywhere, and though she lacked picking up social cues when talking to anyone but her family (like when she was being offensive or boring to just stop talking) she was always bright and perky, bringing a smile almost everywhere she went. Living in the RV she was relatively sheltered from some aspects of moral indecency, making her overly trusting and naïve to the ways of harsh people. But because of her travelling, she is very curious and adventurous, open to just about anything. She also picked up a joking personality from constantly watching old comedy sitcoms. 
What Haven didn’t know about her gene pool was her father was a werewolf, and the gene was inside her. This never revealed itself until she was 21 on a full moon night. After leaving her parents to go explore the world on her own, couch surfing and learning more than she ever did with her parents about common sense (mostly through unfortunate experiences), she became a partier. She would attend clubs and raves, and eventually fell into the drug scene. One night she had gotten a really good hit and was dancing between equally dazed and feel-good bodies, when she started to feel ill. Heading out of the building into the cool night air, she walked into an alley where cold wind hit her face. The waves of ecstasy began flowing uninterrupted through her again when something like a ton of bricks hit her back. A pressure bit into her shoulder, and her face smacked into the alley floor. In her drug induced haze, she felt none of this, but her lazy eyes and blurred vision could see blood pouring out of a weird wound on her shoulder. 
When she awoke who knows how long after, sore from her injuries and the Change she had thought was a bad hit based on the nightmares… if they were actually nightmares… from the night after the bite. Looking confused, she wobbly sat up, coming face to face with someone from the Main who helped explain what she was feeling. At first, Haven brushed off everything and the member shrugged and left her. But when the next full moon came and Haven wasn’t drug induced this time, she couldn’t deny the truth. She eagerly sought out the Main group and renounced her bad habits in favor of getting these others to trust her.