Tae

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Sorrel’s Apartment
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: @Ithradine Volfango

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Sorrel Jäger rummaged around her closet, tossing different articles of clothing out onto her bed as she sighed in frustration. She had a date tonight with a man she’d met earlier that morning at her bakery and now she was trying to figure out what she wanted to wear. She hadn’t been on a date with anyone in a very long time and she was beginning to feel nervous about the whole thing and had even considered at one point cancelling the date. She quickly shoved that thought out of her head, however, as she had a compelling reason to go on this date. Not only was he gorgeous and seemed very sweet, she’d also scented him to possibly be a werewolf. Of course she had no idea if he was already part of a pack or not, but even if he was she figured it may be a good way to find out about the other packs in the area. If he wasn’t then maybe she could do some recruiting since her whole pack was very new. Either way she’d get something out of it on top of having fun on a date. She definitely needed some fun in her life.

She finally emerged from the closet and began looking over her options, her arms crossed over her chest. She’d already done her hair and makeup so she didn’t have to worry about that anymore thankfully. She held up a dress and looked at herself in the mirror then turned to Helmar. ”What do you think of this one?” She merely got a sigh in response. ”Oh what do you know?” She said, but tossed the dress back on the bed.

Finally, after trying on multiple outfits and running out of time, she settled on an outfit. She looked herself over once more and nodded in satisfaction. She gathered her things and made sure they were by the door and ready to go for whenever Volfango got there. She glanced at her phone, realizing that he should be there any minute and she found herself fighting with her nerves once more.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University
Interaction: @Milkman Finn
Mention: @FunnyGuy Alexander
Vibes: Queen || Loren Gray

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A woman with soft curly red hair that fell just above her shoulders stepped out of a Mercedes-AMG GT that was parked out front of the university. She was derssed to the nines and anyone that saw her could tell that she came from money. Little did they know that she came from very old money that had been built up for nearly 2000 years. There was some obvious pride in this fact as she swaggered up the steps towards the art exhibition.

Maeve Brannigan had been looking forward to this event since it had been announced, having wanted to buy a new piece of art soon. She’d purchased one of Alexander Drake’s pieces in the past and wanted to jump on the opportunity to acquire one more as rumor had it this would be his last exhibition. She got a few cat calls from a group of college boys and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy turning heads on occasions.

She entered the event and glanced around the room at all the mix of people there, finding it intriguing at who showed up to these things anymore. There was the younger crowd that seemed to not care as much at what they wore, but she commended them for showing an interest in art. Then there was the older crowd that were dressed up much like her. She seemed to be the perfect mixture as she didn’t look much older than the college students, but was dressed in a rather classy fashion.

She made her way over to the refreshments, wanting a glass of wine before she explored the different art pieces. As she did so her eyes landed on Alexander Drake himself and she took note of his cronies obviously keeping an eye on someone in particular. She took a sip of the wine as she followed their gaze to a young man who was obviously out of place. He’d obviously just offended some gentleman by wearing his sunglasses. She watched him for a moment longer as he now called out to someone. She shook her head at him as she slowly sauntered over to him.

”Careful there, you’re attracting attention of someone you may not want to attract.” She spoke up as she stopped beside him, Irish accent apparent. She nodded towards Drake’s men briefly before glancing over at the young man and taking a sip of the wine again.

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall
Interaction:@Alivefalling-Kyran @princess Risa

Mood: Arise || The Seige

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Elsea followed her small group into the ball, on high alert the whole time as she knew Risa’s statement was going to draw attention to them immediately. They were playing a risky game and while the attention made her nervous, she supported her friend's decision. If they wanted to draw allies to them, this would definitely be one way to do so. Her eyes scanned everyone, watching for any sort of attack that they might encounter. Someone had to keep alert, especially since Kyran was quite obviously distracted by Risa’s beauty. That thought made her laugh internally.

She also scanned the crowd for a familiar, unwelcome face. Elthrael had yet to show his face again and Elsea had a feeling he wasn’t about to give up on Risa so easily. He had an obsession with power and control, she knew they hadn’t seen the last of him. Just the thought of it caused that familiar feeling of rage to course through her for a brief minute. She knew she shouldn’t feed off of that rage, but it gave her determination. She’d prove that he was wrong, she’d prove that she was stronger than anyone ever thought. Stronger than Elthrael thinks, stronger than the people from her home thought, strong enough to win against Aklenroth.

She held her head high, looking like some of the proud light elves in the room and she smirked at the shock that Risa gained. After a moment she was handed two little pieces of paper and soon understood that she’d have two people to dance with. Good. She thought to herself, ready to play her part and help find allies.

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Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @princess Malachi @Potter Corvina

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”Such a gentleman.” Kenia smirked in response to Malachi as he kissed her hand, but she really did think the gesture was sweet. ”Already way ahead of you.” She held up the slips of paper, indicating they were ready for their assignment. She could only hope that one of them would be paired with a “light elf” that was really a human in disguise. Dancing with them would make it easy to see if the ears had that tattoo mark on them indicating who they were.

The hush followed by whispers and then Malachi looking in a direction behind her was enough to warrant Kenia to turn around. The sight she was greeted with was one that was rather unexpected. There walked in Risa dressed in a familiar dress, obviously causing a bit of a scene. Malachi seemed to disapprove, but Kenia instead smirked. ”Well would you look at that, the queen has made her return.” She said, amusement apparent in her voice. ”She’s making a statement, she isn’t hiding anymore. I think it’s brilliant honestly. Chances are she’s going to inspire others to join in the fight.” She kept her tone hushed, just in case anyone was listening in. She was proud of the young fairy girl for being so bold.

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interactions: @Helo-Bowyn @Potter Belle

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Walking into the Grand Hall was definitely something quite unusual for Torvi, but she did her best not to let anything show. She kept her face neutral and tapped into her warrior’s training to keep from giving away any of her emotions. She did spare a quick glance at Belle as they entered, however, and realized the girl wasn’t as skilled at hiding things. Oh well, it was probably fine and if anyone asked it would be easy to just say this was her first time at the Grand Hall.

She chuckled at Bowyn’s obvious distaste still of being there, but he made a fair point about positioning themselves near an exit. If something were to go down tonight it would be much better for them to be near a quick escape route. Her attention was then drawn by the announcement of someone entering the hall. No one else had been announced and so it definitely made her turn her head to look at the man. ”What a pompous ass…” She said with the shake of her head before looking back to Bowyn.

”I feel like asking that question of me is a silly one, but yes I will take a drink please.” She responded with a giggle and then waited for the others to respond as well before looking around and locating a table near an exit.

”I think we should sit over there maybe?” As she was pointing a man came up to give them all two pieces of paper each. It was soon made clear what they would be used for as the light elf host quieted the room and welcomed his guests. Well dancing with strangers would be a good way to speak to new people, that was for sure.

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Time: Evening
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interactions: @FunnyGuy Umber @Alivefalling Aklenroth

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Umber’s voice filled Azriel’s head as he informed them all that he located a human. A grin crossed her face as he described what she looked like and who she was accompanied by. ”A black feathered mask you say? Perhaps she needs a few more feathers added to her ensemble.” She said in response as one of her mithril covered feathers appeared in her hand. She looked the delicate weapon over with glee as she ran her finger down the side of it, slicing it open and allowing blood to pool and drip onto the feather.

Her attention was grabbed by a man prompting her to take two pieces of paper. ”And what if I don’t want to?” She asked him which in turn prompted the man to quickly bestow two pieces of paper on her before scurrying away. ”What a bold little man.” She said with a wicked smile before flicking the feather she was holding towards him and embedding it in a pillar he was walking by. She watched him jump and glance over his shoulder at her with a gulp before quickly moving once again. She chuckled to herself until the annoying announcement of Lord Terneus reached her ears.

”And people wonder why I don’t like light elves.” She said as she rolled her eyes and then looked up to see a disguised Aklenroth addressing the crowd and welcoming them. He mentioned how dancing would commence and the papers made sense now. What an intriguing move. She thought to herself as she stuck her bleeding finger in her mouth to help stop the bleeding.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Maeve

Theme Song || Lilith

》B a s i c s

Full name: Maeve Erin Brannigan
Age: 1956 years old
Date of Birth: March 12th of 64 CE
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Galway, Ireland

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’6
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair Color: Red-Orange
Hair Length: Just above shoulder length in a bob, but sometimes wears extensions to make it longer
Skin Color: Ivory wish soft dusting of freckles
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Ears pierced multiple times and belly button pierced

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual, tho with a stronger preffernce for men
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open to discuss
Siblings' Status:
Isla O’Toole || Sister || Alive
Clodagh || Sister || Deceased
Cillian || Brother || Deceased
Hugh Brannigan || Brother || Alive
Parents' Status: Both deceased
Pets: Tod the Fox
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 9

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Tea
✡ Coffee
✡ Alcohol
✡ Nature
✡ Flirting
✡ Singing

Dislikes:
✡ Disloyalty
✡ People who don’t listen
✡ Snow
✡ Hunters
✡ Holy Saviours
✡ Extreme heat

Hobbies:
✡ Making herbal tea blends
✡ Drinking
✡ Singing
✡ Reading
✡ Strategy games
✡ Swimming

Skills:
✡ Multilingual
✡ Singing
✡ Healing magic
✡ Light magic
✡ Fighting
✡ Flirting

》P e r s o n a l i t y

When you first meet Maeve you’ll find that she seems quite friendly and a bit of a charmer. She knows how to make people smile and likes to do so often. She can be strict when she needs to be, whether it be with her employees or the coven and trials, but she always lets people talk. She wants to know every side of the story she can before she makes a judgement, but when she does make a judgement she can be quite harsh.

Unfortunately she does struggle with her temper still at times, but it really does take quite a bit for her to lose it completely. Constant displays of disrespect towards her are a sure way for her to show that scary Irish warrior’s temper. When the temper flares you find there is a darker, more dangerous side to her that could result in death if pushed too far.

Get a few drinks in her and you’ll find that she’s quite the playful partier. She becomes quite bold, loud, and doesn’t care what others think of her. She enjoys having a good time and if anyone dares try to stop her there’s a chance they’re gonna get hit right in the nose.

》H i s t o r y

Maeve was born to the High King of Ireland in the year 64 CE. She was quite favored by her father who granted her power over the Kingdom of Connacht when she was only 16 years of age. Thus began her rule as queen of one of Ireland's provinces. On top of being queen, she was also a witch that came from one of the most respected bloodlines out there. Her grandmother was Eriu, one of the three sisters who founded the Coven of the Ancients. So because of all this she was raised to believe that she was something quite special and not many could match her.

In later years there would be many stories told about her, painting her as a beautiful warrior queen who had many lovers. Are these stories all true? Only she knows for sure and many years of living have humbled her to the point she doesn’t like to talk about that past. There are times her arrogant nature will show and she does enjoy flirting with people still, but she doesn’t truly believe she’s better than anyone anymore. Nor is she the fierce warrior queen she’d been in the past, having a short temper and killing those that displeased her. She keeps that side tightly locked away and hopes she never has to visit it again.

Through the years she never expected that she would become a coven leader, though she did enjoy practicing her magic whenever she could. It was a part of her and it could grant her power over others which was good for a queen. What she hadn’t expected to happen, however, was a major war between covens and the loss of her grandmother. Some covens opposed the laws they made for magic and they wished to take control. A bloody battle ensued and it was thought that Maeve had been killed as well. Instead she had been critically wounded, but would pull through only to find that they won the battle at a great cost. She lost her parents, a sister, and a brother on top of their grandmother, the last coven leader. So the coven fell to her and her remaining two siblings.

In the end it was concluded that Isla would be the leader of the whole coven while Maeve and Hugh would be at her right hand. It required Maeve to give up her throne, but she was happy to do so as she felt a sense of responsibility over the coven now. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed that she’d be helping lead the Circle of the Ancients, but here she was. With her siblings they strengthened the coven, set some strict rules, and decided to seek out a way to start uniting all covens. After years of hard work and creating allies, they were soon looked at as the governing body of the magic world. They were the judges of those that didn’t comply with the laws of magic.

Now Maeve lives in Ember Grove and leads the North American subdivision of the Circle of Ancients. She’s made a life for herself here in the last 200 years and proudly owns a coffee shop called the Witches Brew. She does what she can to help keep the peace between the covens of North America, but especially the covens of Ember Grove.

	》C o v e n Leader of Circle of the Ancients 》S k i l l L e v e l Advanced 》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n Light and Healing magic

Ember Grove - Reboot

Maeve

Theme Song || Lilith

》B a s i c s

Full name: Maeve Erin Brannigan
Age: 1956 years old
Date of Birth: March 12th of 64 CE
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Galway, Ireland

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’6
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair Color: Red-Orange
Hair Length: Just above shoulder length in a bob, but sometimes wears extensions to make it longer
Skin Color: Ivory wish soft dusting of freckles
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Ears pierced multiple times and belly button pierced

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual, tho with a stronger preffernce for men
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open to discuss
Siblings' Status:
Isla O’Toole || Sister || Alive
Clodagh || Sister || Deceased
Cillian || Brother || Deceased
Hugh Brannigan || Brother || Alive
Parents' Status: Both deceased
Pets: Tod the Fox
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 9

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Tea
✡ Coffee
✡ Alcohol
✡ Nature
✡ Flirting
✡ Singing

Dislikes:
✡ Disloyalty
✡ People who don’t listen
✡ Snow
✡ Hunters
✡ Holy Saviours
✡ Extreme heat

Hobbies:
✡ Making herbal tea blends
✡ Drinking
✡ Singing
✡ Reading
✡ Strategy games
✡ Swimming

Skills:
✡ Multilingual
✡ Singing
✡ Healing magic
✡ Light magic
✡ Fighting
✡ Flirting

》P e r s o n a l i t y

When you first meet Maeve you’ll find that she seems quite friendly and a bit of a charmer. She knows how to make people smile and likes to do so often. She can be strict when she needs to be, whether it be with her employees or the coven and trials, but she always lets people talk. She wants to know every side of the story she can before she makes a judgement, but when she does make a judgement she can be quite harsh.

Unfortunately she does struggle with her temper still at times, but it really does take quite a bit for her to lose it completely. Constant displays of disrespect towards her are a sure way for her to show that scary Irish warrior’s temper. When the temper flares you find there is a darker, more dangerous side to her that could result in death if pushed too far.

Get a few drinks in her and you’ll find that she’s quite the playful partier. She becomes quite bold, loud, and doesn’t care what others think of her. She enjoys having a good time and if anyone dares try to stop her there’s a chance they’re gonna get hit right in the nose.

》H i s t o r y

Maeve was born to the High King of Ireland in the year 64 CE. She was quite favored by her father who granted her power over the Kingdom of Connacht when she was only 16 years of age. Thus began her rule as queen of one of Ireland's provinces. On top of being queen, she was also a witch that came from one of the most respected bloodlines out there. Her grandmother was Eriu, one of the three sisters who founded the Coven of the Ancients. So because of all this she was raised to believe that she was something quite special and not many could match her.

In later years there would be many stories told about her, painting her as a beautiful warrior queen who had many lovers. Are these stories all true? Only she knows for sure and many years of living have humbled her to the point she doesn’t like to talk about that past. There are times her arrogant nature will show and she does enjoy flirting with people still, but she doesn’t truly believe she’s better than anyone anymore. Nor is she the fierce warrior queen she’d been in the past, having a short temper and killing those that displeased her. She keeps that side tightly locked away and hopes she never has to visit it again.

Through the years she never expected that she would become a coven leader, though she did enjoy practicing her magic whenever she could. It was a part of her and it could grant her power over others which was good for a queen. What she hadn’t expected to happen, however, was a major war between covens and the loss of her grandmother. Some covens opposed the laws they made for magic and they wished to take control. A bloody battle ensued and it was thought that Maeve had been killed as well. Instead she had been critically wounded, but would pull through only to find that they won the battle at a great cost. She lost her parents, a sister, and a brother on top of their grandmother, the last coven leader. So the coven fell to her and her remaining two siblings.

In the end it was concluded that Isla would be the leader of the whole coven while Maeve and Hugh would be at her right hand. It required Maeve to give up her throne, but she was happy to do so as she felt a sense of responsibility over the coven now. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed that she’d be helping lead the Circle of the Ancients, but here she was. With her siblings they strengthened the coven, set some strict rules, and decided to seek out a way to start uniting all covens. After years of hard work and creating allies, they were soon looked at as the governing body of the magic world. They were the judges of those that didn’t comply with the laws of magic.

Now Maeve lives in Ember Grove and leads the North American subdivision of the Circle of Ancients. She’s made a life for herself here in the last 200 years and proudly owns a coffee shop called the Witches Brew. She does what she can to help keep the peace between the covens of North America, but especially the covens of Ember Grove.

	》C o v e n Leader of Circle of the Ancients 》S k i l l L e v e l Advanced 》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n Light and Healing magic

Ember Grove - Reboot

》Leader: Maeve Brannigan

》How radical 1 to 10: 8

》History: Founded in 800 BCE in what is now known as Ireland, three sisters created the coven when they saw the need for order within their lands. Too many were using dark magic and there were no rules with how magic was to be wielded. There needed to be a change if witches were to survive the test of time and they felt they could be that change. The three sisters, named Eriu, Banba, and Fotla, were the daughters of a highly respected chieftain and it made it easier for them to earn respect among their people. With the help of their father, they soon put into place rules of what magic was safe and what magic was forbidden.

Now, the coven has grown exponentially and has smaller groups of the coven spread throughout the world with the headquarters still in Ireland in Belfast. While the original three sisters are no longer alive, having been killed at different times over the years, the coven is still being led by their grandchildren and great grandchildren. The offshoot of the coven in North America is strangely enough located in Ember Grove and is being led by Eriu’s granddaughter.

》Goals: As one of the oldest covens to still survive into modern time, the Circle of the Ancients act as the governing body of the magical world. They hold high authority over the covens of the world and do their best to keep extensive records of each coven. If a coven is accused of severely misusing magic, they are brought before the Circle of Ancients where a trial is held to determine their guilt. If found guilty, the coven is dealt with swiftly and sometimes harshly. They are fare, however, and minor offences they often let slide with a warning. Their goal is to keep order within the world of witches and warlocks.

Ember Grove - Reboot

》Leader: Sorrel

》How radical 1 to 10: 4

》Goals: Just barely formed, Sorrel had discovered that there were quite a few lone wolves living in Ember Grove. Having been a lone wolf herself for many years, despite being an alpha, and recognizing her pull to be a part of a pack urged her to form Vollmond kinder. Her goal is to help those wolves that have nowhere else to turn to and provide a safe haven for them. By uniting them they could look out for one another and protect each other from any dangers that might come. While she’s willing to accept just about anyone into the pack, she will be watching them closely to make sure they won’t be a threat to her new formed family. If she deems them a danger then they will soon discover the might of a 350 year old alpha female.

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @princess Malachi @Inertia Rei @Potter Corvina

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By the time the ball came around, Kenia had convinced the innkeeper to let her use another room for a few hours as they got ready. She’d figured for her and Corvina it would be better to have their own space to get ready as it was most likely going to take awhile. She’d offered to help Cora ready herself as well, taking to doing her hair and offering to do her makeup as well if she wanted it. This provided a wonderful opportunity for the two women to bond a bit more on their own. Deep down, Kenia couldn’t help but feel a little sadness as she wondered if this would have been what it were like if she were able to help her own daughter get ready for such an event. She refused to let that sadness show, however, as she didn’t want to bring Cora down at all.

After several hours, they were dressed and ready to go. Kenia’s dress might have been a bit more eye catching than she intended, but she didn’t care. This was her, wearing something distracting like this she found to be a good way to start up conversations with people. She’d done her hair in waves and paired everything with a berry red colored lip. She put on her mask and then they were on their way. Rei stayed behind as he wasn’t feeling too well, but she did leave him with instructions on how to get to the Grand Hall if he got to feeling better at all. She wasn’t fond of leaving him there alone, but it was too important to go to this ball tonight.

Soon they were walking inside the Hall, Kenia having linked her arm with Corvina’s as she gave the girl a reassuring smile. Almost immediately after entering, a man approached them and gave each of them two pieces of paper. Apparently they were to be assigned a dance partner twice during the night. She didn’t mind this so much as she thought it would be a good way to speak with new people, maybe get some information from them. She glanced at the papers and saw that her numbers were 1 and 9. She then glanced around the room, wondering who had the matching numbers.

Her eyes then fell on a familiar figure and her heart skipped a beat as a smile came unbidden to her face. Off to the side, obviously trying to avoid people, was Malachi. While she had somewhat tried to avoid talking about what had happened at the tavern the other night, always claiming that now wasn’t the time to discuss such things, she couldn’t deny that she was beginning to care for him. This fact actually scared her a bit, why was she allowing herself to become attached to anyone? Part of her wanted to bolt, while another part of her wanted to go running for him. She did her best to push both thoughts out of her head as she looked over to Cora. ”Come on, I see Malachi. We should go over and at least let him know we made it safe.” She said before heading that direction.

”Well what is a handsome man like yourself doing standing here all alone? Perhaps you’d care for some company?” She said in greeting to Malachi, giving him a sly smile.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Red Riding Hood

Theme Song || Alpha by Little Destroyer

》B a s i c s

Full name: Sorrel Adel Jäger
Age: 350
Date of Birth: Not entirely sure, sometime in the fall of 1670
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Germany originally, now lives in Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair Color: Pale Blonde
Hair Length: Mid to lower back
Skin Color: Ivory
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
Tattoo on her left sholder
Right side tattoo
Detail your werewolf form: See picture below. Sorrel stands at 5’10 once in her werewolf form. She still is rather lean looking, however, but don’t be deceived by her looks. She much stronger than people realize she is and a lot faster as well. She’s a mixture of a silver whit and sorrel color which is quite fitting for her name.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open for discussion
Siblings' Status: None
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: She has a dog named Helmar
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Magic
✡ Witches
✡ Cookies
✡ Cakes
✡ Most baked treats
✡ Beer

Dislikes:
✡ Pointless cruelty
✡ Chocolate
✡ Vampires
✡ Killing without purpose
✡ Dry heat
✡ Most Werewolves

Hobbies:
✡ Baking
✡ Hiking
✡ Painting
✡ Running
✡ Brewing beer
✡ Writing

Skills:
✡ Cooking and baking
✡ Making friends
✡ Drinking
✡ Running
✡ Talking her way out of situations
✡ Speedy

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Sorrel is one of the sweetest people you could ever come across. She is friendly towards everyone and still retains that caring nature. She is the type of person who brings their neighbors cookies all the time. She still retains a slight German accent even after all these years and it often works as a good conversation starter for her. She loves to converse with everyone she meets and has often been told she talks too much.

There is a darker side to her, however, and that side comes from the wolf. She can be a ruthless killer, however she focuses on only killing those who really deserve it. She fast, silent, and intelligent, which can be a terrifying combo when it comes to tracking down her prey. Her small stature mixed with her friendly nature often causes people to underestimate her which she uses to her advantage. When people underestimate you they let their guard down. That's when she likes to strike.

She's got a wonderful sense of humor and often likes to tease those she's closest to. If she offends someone, however, she is quick to send an apology note along with some yummy baked goods. When she's not at work you will often times find her at the bar just socializing with everyone. She's not really the manipulative type, but she is rather good at lying. She has her secrets she likes to keep.

》H i s t o r y

A young girl in a red cloak had made her ill grandmother treats. She packed them all up nicely in a basket and, budding her mother farewell, headed out from their cottage to go visit grandma. Her mother had warned not to get distracted or beer from the path in case she came across a wolf, but what do mothers know? Besides it's much easier to cut through the forest to get to grandmother's house. What she hadn't expected was to come across another person in the forest, a man claiming to be lost. The little girl saw past his disguise and ran away to grandmother's house. We all know the rest of the story where little red's grandmother gets eaten and she is rescued, but what if I told you it was inspired by real events?

Sorrel can't tell you exactly when she was born anymore, but she can tell you it was in what is now Germany and that she came from a long line of Witches. She had been raised in a coven of witches with her grandmother as their leader. Sorrel was known to be the caretaker of everyone in the coven and was constantly visiting others. She knew the woods well, but with familiarity comes a blindness to danger. Of course she knew of werewolves, but they were so rare where they lived thanks to her grandmother keeping them away. When her grandmother fell mysteriously ill, however, werewolves became more prominent.

Her family held onto a precious heirloom, a red cloak passed down from mother to daughter. Sorrel received this cloak on her fifteenth birthday and she cherished it deeply. She longed to become a great witch like her grandmother and maybe even take over the coven one day when her grandmother decided to step down. She wasn't expecting the events that were to occur, however.

Her grandmother fell ill when she was 21, something not common among witches and it concerned Sorrel. As the girl known for visiting and caring for everyone, she decided to bake some goodies and brew some potions to try and help her grandmother. She packed them all up and set out for her cottage, which was a ways through the forest. As she went she came across a man all alone who immediately tried to swoon her. Sorrel wasn't dumb, however, and she knew something was wrong. When he began to transform into his lycan form she ran. She was filled with panic and she just needed to get to her grandmother. She didn't think about the fact that a wolf can run much faster than her and she was caught not far from her grandmother's house. Instead of being devoured, however, he merely bit her and rendered her unconscious.

When she awoke she was in her grandmother's house and soon found imprisoned by the lycan man. Her grandmother was there as well, but she was so weak she couldn't do anything to help Sorrel. It had been a planned attack by this alpha wolf who wanted to weaken the witches. He'd initially planned to kill both the coven leader and her heir, but a thought occurred to him on what would happen if he turned a witch. So he did, he bit Sorrel and kept her sedated for the five days until she turned and turn she did. She was no longer a witch, now a lycan and the rage she felt for this was strong. The loyalty she felt to her alpha, however, made her even more sick. He forced her to kill and eat her own grandmother and then took her away, claiming he "saved" her

She followed him for ten years before secretly seeking out her mother once more. The woman took pity on Sorrel and offered to help her however she could. She cast a spell on her to halt her aging and then helped find a spell to break that strong bond between her and the pack leader. Years went by and she slowly became stronger and stronger. Her alpha never turned anyone else and she didn't either, it was only the two of them now roaming the woods of her childhood. That is until one day she managed to weaken the alpha with a potion concocted by her mother and then kill him.

Life went on, her mother sadly perished during the German witch trials while Sorrel managed to flee to the States. She moved around constantly now all on her own. With her mother gone, her urge to be a part of a pack grew slowly. She now finds herself living in Ember Grove for the last two years running a bakery and quietly looking for a pack that suits her.

	》P a c k No pack yet, cautiously looking for one. 》P u r e b l o o d? Bitten by an alpha and killed said alpha so is now technically an alpha.