Guess I better throw down my werewolf then. My vampire idea will be held until there's a good chance for me to play Nicole. The character sheet for this one is still in the works, and I still need a name (playing with Dances-Through-Shadows but not 100% on it), but here's the idea.
Being different isn't always something that's easy to embrace or accept. Most of the time, you just think that you're what's normal, because you're the only thing that you truly understand, and you let yourself imagine that everyone else is the same. Believing that is often the only way to truly be happy.
The first time she really realized that something was amiss was when she saw the deer, realized that it was kicking its legs but not moving, something strange going on with its neck. Her packmates saw nothing wrong; they soon pounced upon the doe, fangs and claws striking against the prey while it squealed in agony. The others quickly had the deer cornered, making sure it couldn't run, or at least it appeared so.
She didn't really understand why she paused. Certainly she was hungry; food had been scarce of late, although there was no clear reason she could recognize to cause such a change. She was more focused at the moment as to why, why the prey would not run despite its legs clearly not being caught or hindered in any way. It looked more like some sort of vine, heavily twisted in upon itself, was around the deer's neck, but no deer was so careless to let such a thing happen by accident without soon freeing itself.
Even though it wasn't raining, thunder without light echoed through the woods. The thick scent of blood forced its way into her nostrils as the alpha suddenly collapsed, yelping pitifully. Unfamiliar scents soon followed as the sounds of the storm continued, and finally she heard it: Laughter. Human laughter.
Rage filled her, a rage she never before imagined or could fully understand. She threw herself towards the assailants, getting up onto her hind legs, raking her claws and massive teeth in bloody vengeance. The men screamed and pointed their strange tools at her; the thunder felt agonizing but would not bring her down. The Rage would not allow it. Their blood would be hers.
Later on, basic concepts were explained to her, once she fully understood who and what she was. Manservants of the Wyrm, hunters, had been laying bait of deer tied with rope in order to draw out the wolves and thin their ranks. Even though it sickened her that such things would occur, her mentor was quick to clarify that man is not the problem, that the Wyrm causes such things and that not even a return to the Impergium would bring peace. Mostly she accepts that. Mostly.
She's supposed to maintain a balance between the human and the wolf within her, she knows, but she has a lot of difficulty with her human side. Although many would consider her attractive if "she would just clean herself up," she doesn't like to wash off her scent with water, and she refuses to wear the unnatural pigments upon her face that humans find appealing for some strange reason. She doesn't like to cleave the fur from her legs because she gets cold, and she doesn't like the scent of perfumes, which she refers to as "rolling in flowers." Although she also dislikes clothes, she tolerates them because they keep her warm in Homid and because it draws too much attention from other humans when she doesn't wear them.
She is wise without being knowledgeable, something that makes perfect sense to a Lupus but often puzzles the Homids who fail to see the distinction between them. Further, she often finds herself curious about the "Secrets of Man," and she's quite fascinated to learn how humans collect honey without being stung. Her current theory is that they have someone who collects it and is so often stung that he no longer minds the bees, though she hopes that there might be another way.
Right now I'm playing with the idea of Strength 2, Charisma 2 and Appearance 2. I could raise Charisma and Appearance to 3 if I make Social my secondary stat, but I wanted to check if you follow the idea of Appearance being pretty immutable, or if you see Appearance as going significantly up or down based on how well a person makes themself look. If she's always dirty, doesn't ever wear makeup and the like, I would imagine that her Appearance will be down for now and may eventually go up if packmates talk her into trying out such strange things. However, I've had STs who claim it both ways.