Name: Sophia La Bčlla
Height: Human 5'6 Lycan 6'3
Appearance: Sophia has ice blue eyes that grow darker or lighter depending on her mood, her wolf form carries these blue eyes, however her Lycan form does not. She is slender, but her bodies curves are supple. Her hair is blonde, but dusted with golden brown. Where her wolf form is white with that same dust of brown across the tips of her fur. Her Lycan is pure white with golden eyes. She appears to be twenty-three.
Personality: Sophia can most easily be described as a siren using her looks and the sultry sound of her voice to lure men her way. She however can be the sweetest most innocent thing and then two minutes later become the cruelest woman on earth. She's only ever loved once, but her mate and her room for love was killed nearly a hundred years ago leaving her heart cold and shut off. She enjoys solitude, but enjoyed being in pack when she had her mate.
Short Bio: Most of Sophia's human life is blur to her, honestly because she chooses not to remember it. She remembers her mother and her father and her brother. Her brother is who she remembers most. Sweet gentle and oh so protective of his little sister. Her brother was the last thing she remembers of her human life. She was sitting around fire at a beach, of the country now known as Italy, laughing and talking with her brother and a group of their friends. Her brother sitting behind her keeping his friends away from her. But the next thing she knew she woke up in building made of stones covered in blood, her own as well as others.
It took her a few hours, but she had managed to find her way out of the building only to find herself in the middle of a forest in well she wasn't sure where she was at the time, but it was in America. For days she wandered lost and confused and starving, she called out her brothers names, her parents names, the names of her villagers, but no one appeared. It wasn't until a week later that she stumbled upon a small band of men hunting that she realized she was far from home. They all had dark skin and dark hair and talked in a voice she had never even heard of before. Each of them had their arrows and knives raised at her all, but one who stopped the others and ordered them to lower their weapons. This man then took her back to his village and cleaned her up and took care of her feeding her teaching her his language.
Of course he knew what she was, what she had become just as he and a few of his tribe members had been turned as well. It took him a while to convince her of what she was and with the help of the full moon she was convinced, but was afraid of herself. She called this man Ettore meaning defender because he was the protector of his tribe and he defended and protected her.
For a hundred and fifty years Sophia and her Ettore, she never called him anything other than this, lived togehter, learned together and mated with only one another. He taught her how to be strong, how to control herself, how to fight, how to hunt and how to kill. She taught him of love and fruit and anything else he asked of her. Nothing in her world was more perfect than being with him, but that perfection was taken away one day when a band of nearly a hundred humans found the small pack they had made and began to slaughter them all. Ettore forced her to run, to take the pups and run and she had tried to, but alas their pack was killed and so was her Ettore. She had nearly been killed and thought for sure she would die, but instead she sat and held her mate in her arms while the life slipped from his body leaving her all alone in this world.
After that she hunted humans used her body to seduce them and then murder them. Her vengeance is what controls her actions and her hatred. She runs into packs every now and then and stays for a few days, but she is so used to her solitude it is hard to adapt into a new pack that has already bonded and formed.
Images: Human Wolf Lycan