Character Name – Marigold Breeze (Mari or Breezey for short)
Race - Werewolf
Nationality – American mutt
Gender - Female
Age – 40 years a werewolf, turned at age 23
Appearance –
Height – 5’ 6”
Weight – 120 lb.
Clothing – Lots of tie dye, sun dresses, and boho/hippie fashion
Weapons – tooth and nail, she only fights in wolf form
Speciality - tracking and finding
Skills – She is a very good tracker, she is also an herbalist/naturalist and very knowledgeable about plants and nature, a peacekeeper, likes to cook and is willing to help out in the regiment’s kitchen, she has control of her wolf-like urges that is beyond her years
Flaws – vegetarian (the only meat she ever eats is while in wolf form), she struggles with the aggression and violence that comes along with being a werewolf because it goes against her peaceful nature, she is not a strong physical fighter in her human form but she will always stand for what she believes in. She is also a recreational drug user, peace and love, man!
Fears – killing a natural, living creature… she’s cool with taking out the undead, as they represent imbalance in the world
Personality – Marigold, as her name suggests, is a flower child. She is easy to talk to, friendly, flirty, and fun. She drinks, smokes cigarettes, and enjoys the occasional doobie, just like the average, stereotypical hippie.
Backstory - Breezey was born in 1952 and spent her teenage years and early twenties in the 1960s and 70s. Her human years were spent eating her veggies and joining peace rallies. She also was a practicing Wiccan and part of a coven near her hometown in West Virginia. When she was twenty-three, her and a group of her friends hopped in the yellow Volkswagen bus and went on a camping trip in the Appalachian Mountains. While camping, the group was violently attacked by a solitary werewolf roaming the mountains. The situation was reported in the news as a savage animal attack in which there were no survivors. Marigold was missing and presumed dead due to the bloody drag marks near the scene that didn’t lead to her body. Marigold actually had awoken a few miles away from the group after the attack, severely scratched and bitten. Survivors guilt tore her up mentally and she took off for a while, figuring it was better for people to think her dead. It wasn’t until the next full moon that Mari realized what she was. Being Wiccan, she was no stranger to the occult. Marigold lives her werewolf life struggling against the aggression and violence, but embracing the fact that she is closer to nature now. The only fights she has are those against creatures who threaten peace and the human race, a reason why the Regiment picked up this extremely well-controlled, young, lone wolf.