Elliot Liam Woodsworth

October 19, 1781

Male

Pansexual

Liam is an…”entertainer” at a club in Edgetoun called The Drop. You won’t get much more than a lap dance from him, though. His rates are far too high.

Like the Autumn that heralded Liam’s birth, he bears a sense of transience. As though one day, the beautiful hues of the leaves in your life will one day wither, fall, and ride on the wind to some new venue. Liam never really establishes roots, be that with places he lives or people he meets. There have been exceptions, like there have been to every rule, but these exceptions have come and gone just the same. It didn’t change anything, did it?

As such, whenever Liam does does get a hold of something that he likes, he doesn’t let it go. His little pig sty of a home is filled with knick knacks and baubles of decades past, along with photos of folks he’s gotten to know recently. Those people and things have grown on him, through some eldritch means he is not yet aware of, and he refuses to give them up. Actually refuses Doing such a thing can give you a very cold, very bitter Liam, and with each one he begins to mirror his Winter kin. Maybe it’s due to some childish petulence, not wanting to relinquish toys, or maybe there’s a genuine longing in his old Fae heart. He hasn’t exactly been keen to let on.

✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.

For the ancient sort, abbreviated as much as you like. Generally only need two paragraphs here: perhaps how they were changed into a supernatural creature (if applicable)/early life as one, and how they have reacted so far to the outing of their kind. Everything more is sweet, delicious icing.

If this applies to your character. Can include important NPCs (under your control) here.

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Aila Atleo

October 10th 2002
Turned October 10th 2010

Female

Pansexual

Burlesque dancer (on a good day) or stripper (on a normal day) in Kahnawake, Quebec for two years
Secretary at the Police Department
Wants to be a detective

Aila is in incredible physical shape for an eighteen year old girl. She has the fitness level approaching that of an Olympic athlete. She has very well defined core and leg muscles and slightly less shoulder and upper arm muscle definition. She has long black hair that reaches her mid to lower back. She will typically either have one large braid that goes down her right shoulder – or she will let it flow completely let down. She usually wears a jacket that her father used to wear, and underneath that a plaid flannel shirt and typically a pair of jeans, weather be damned. Aila sports a pair of winter boots she found in a men’s room at a pit stop on her way to Edgetown and doesn’t own any other shoes.

Aila’s body is noticeably scarred, many claw and teeth marks reaching anywhere from her hips to her neck including one rather nasty scar on the side of her throat. She has found that she has a hard time staying out of fights and as such typically has some kind of wound on her face. One notable example is when she was under investigation, just a day after the ‘other’ story came out. She had to reapply a wound twice during the investigation to due to her advanced healing. Her original bite mark is perhaps the most clear scar on her body and it is on her right outer thigh.

Aila has orangey brown eyes and larger lips then she enjoys. Though they make for prime biting material. She will sometimes be found wearing a rather simple denim button up shirt. This is notably the only outfit Aila wears when she is attempting to dress up for someone. She doesn’t wear it for a full day very often.

Aila is suffering from depression. This is difficult for a variety of reasons, chief of which is her passion. She is easily excited by many things, and likes to talk to people – however due to experiences in her past with the Mi’kmaq tribe of werewolves, she believe herself to be incredibly inadequate at most things. While she can put this worry inside for business, for example performing secretarial duties at a police station. Aila’s depression is heavily linked to her former status as an Epsilon. Turned from the age of eight years old she is heavily defensive and dislikes walking home at night – even though she could physically overpower most potential assailants.

Aila’s anxiety is mainly linked to what she believes to be an undiagnosed case of post-traumatic stress. As Aila has been living a life filled with violence and the murder of friends since she was eight years old. Among Canadian Werewolves the Mi’kmaq are regarded as ruthless killers and as Aila was the Epsilon of the pack. When she thinks about her past she tends to numb herself. As such she’s had a hard time keeping friendships. Though that isn’t for a lack of trying, Aila is constantly trying to do little things in an attempt to make friends, but she has a hard time taking credit for them and even when she does finally admit to them she wants to dismiss those actions.

Aila has only once been in a relationship and it was unhealthy for her. But something in her soul wants her to find love and she hasn’t stopped looking. She often finds herself fluttering at the call of her name and is rather easily impressionable as far as crushes go. She, however rarely fully commits to acting on her crushes. Typically, she’ll out herself as having a crush on a certain person and immediately afterwards distance herself. Often finding herself staring at the bottom of the bottle maybe on top of a parking garage, maybe at the bottom of a creek, usually alone, wiping tears away. Forgoing further contact is usually the plan of attack from there.

Two quirks Aila has is her absolute adoration of spooning (she is the littlest spoon) and dancing. Though she doesn’t get much time to practice either with her lack of relationships and fear that someone may see her dancing. Her joy of dancing comes from her late mother, who was a professional dancer.

✔ Warm Clothing
✔ Acapella music
✔ Tea
✔ Nights on the Town
✔ Walking at night
✔ Dancing
✔ Friendships (all those she doesn’t have)
✔ Responsibility
✔ Helping People
✔ Werewolves
✔ Sweaters that are too big
✔ Low key lighting
✔ Cuddling
✔ Attention

✘ Attention
✘ Tight clothing
✘ Mean spirited people
✘ Racists
✘ Hunters (for animals or otherwise)
✘ The Mi’kmaq pack
✘ Birds
✘ Days without naps
✘ Ghosts (no ill will – just fear)
✘ Anyone who is seemingly immortal
✘ Things she does not understand
✘ Alleyways
✘ Walking home alone (even though she does it every day)
✘ Herself

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Faraday Heights 26B

She’s sorry probably.