Valerie 'Thorny' Thornahl

* Valerie

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Full name: Valerie Thornahl

Nickname(s): Thorny

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty-Two

Sexuality: Straight

Species: Werewolf

Class: Lycan

Allegiance: The Scooby Doo Fanclub


Inventory:

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1x Hunting Knife, steel blade, wooden handle, brass gilded. Image Provided.

2x Museli Bars, undefined brand.
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Appearance:

It’s hard to live a fully healthy diet, when it is primarily composed of flesh. Needless to say, she often keeps herself in shape for a woman of her young age, bordering on the good 6’foot, and appropriately weighted to that level. That is, when she’s not in a feasting mood.

Tattoo’s and other ritualistic markings of initiation and such are not present on her body, not being one to take pride in such symbols of her kind. That said, she often finds it easier to let her hair go wild, more or less cutting it short when it’s hunting season, earning her the name ‘Thorny’, for her spikes of dark hair.

More often than not her arms are covered only to the elbow, preferring loose shirts for her more prominent physique. The same applies to her jeans, so long as they stay on her waist and cover her legs she will wear them. Shoes are a rarity for her on the other hand, preferring leather sandals for temporary footwear.

In her ‘beautiful’ form as she so often refers to it as, her silver grey fur that bears white streaks and yellowed tips allows her to blend in with most concrete pathways when she lies down from her large wolf height. She is built more for attacking in one hard hit and retreating if not entirely successful. Her legs are more heavily muscled, as is her head, while the remainder of her body is lighter to compensate.

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Personality:

Quiet and reserved isn't quite how she would be described. For the most part she merely ignores humans and other beings in general who do not cross her path. If she were so inclined towards keeping to herself however, she wouldn't be in the resistance club would she?

A lot of what she thinks goes unspoken, while she may violently disagree with a view put forward to her, it is much more common for her to just accept what is said, and move on. Secret retaliation is not her style either, backstabbing and undermining being particular hates of hers. Honesty, as some would say, has always been her friend, and protector.

On that note, friends of hers are few and rarely seen. It is hard to trust in someone to be confident when they feel bound to tell the truth under most circumstances. Even then, she often remains detached, as quoted ‘It’s better when someone dies, that you don’t care…’.

The feeling that she emits when entering a room for example is one of invisibility, blending into the crowd quite easily, never really making the choice to draw attention to herself.

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History:

Literally born in the wild, if the nearest forest counts as true wild that is, her early life was spent living more like wolf than human, parents sticking close to the truce that drew them away from the suburbs in the first place.While becoming used to the tastes that had become their new diet, it was when she had begun to mature, that her family returned to the more humanoid stance.

It quickly became apparent that she was far more human than her parents, rapidly converting to a lifestyle not unlike human girls of her age. That is, ones who preferred to be alone for the most part. Living in near isolation for the first half of her life proved to be a habit quite difficult to shake off, such a habit that continued into her late teens.

Eating what was quite probably dog food in terms of raw mince became such a chore that the desire to feast on proper, living flesh grew within her. As events began to whisper of troubling times ahead, that desire grew into a motivation, causing her to seek out the source of the rebellion, and put her weight behind it.

Just in a very subtle, quiet way, like she always prefers.

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Roleplay Example:

The gates swung open as he reluctantly approached the grounds of the academy, as his parents called it. A boarding school for non-humans, how quaint. His fiery red eyes had already died down to a dull maroon, matching the lowered stance of his spines. It had been hard adjusting to a more humanoid form, especially since he had to wear long robes all the time to allow for his spiny legs and barbed tail. Claws dulled down to prevent accidental scratching, his large, bare feet grated on the ground as he continued to approach.

He paused again some distance from the door. A group of dragons morphed into similar humanoid forms like him were glancing over in his direction. He didn’t come from any particularly famous, or infamous family. The majority of his life was composed of sitting at home and settling down with the human ‘internet’. His parents didn’t mind that much, at least he wasn’t out tormenting humans, or eating their cattle. But that time had come when they wanted him to get a decent ‘education’. The opening of the school provided such an opportunity.

Will you join us friend? He looked over at the group again. Dragonic telepathy, he really only used it to communicate with his immediate family. The important ones always assumed he was too far below their level to be worthy of mental communication. Judging from further observation of them, they seemed reasonable enough, no doubt it would be worth befriending them at least.

Perhaps later. I, would like to become familiar with the place first, friend. Nodding in return as the one who had communicated did so to acknowledge his answer, he struggled to force his scaled face into a smile, more out of the disappointment he felt with the place. It was certainly preferable to the all-dragon academies, which were based on their assumption of exclusive status. His gathering were always more favourable to interaction with other races, as he was too. No doubt it wouldn’t be the best choice he had been handed on a plate.

Stepping up to the open doorway of the main building, he looked down at his black robe banded in red to match his colouring. No doubt there were rules about unfurling his wings indoors, he took the chance to do so before folding them up again and going inside. Each of the main rooms in the hallway had a large sign indicating the different species groups for dormitory assignment. From typical vampires to demons, ghosts to swamp people. Even a few fairies and brownies were busying around a much smaller room for their kind. Being careful to look where he was stepping, he gave a deep nod to each who passed him in turn as he had been taught. Just play along, remain silent, and you’ll do fine. He repeated the phrase over and over in his head to distract himself from panicking in his growing stress, as he found himself lost over where the dragons were to be assigned.

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