Oooh oooh! I would like to play!! Here is a character profile if you will have me. Name
: Roaen AizermenAge
: 39 but looks 23Gender
: In human form
she stands at about 4'11". She has a very exotic look about her with ass length hair, that men tend to crave along with her small stature. She is lean and trim, not really having generous curves, but she still sports a large B cup and her ass is a good handful. In Lycan form, she barely tops 5 feet, still really small for a werewolf. Her body is lean and muscled. In this form she does have breasts, but they are smaller and perky. Her fur is as black as her hair. In wolf form
she is a completely black wolf, still small, many times called a runt. But those who said such a thing have been made to greatly regret it. Personality
: A complete spitfire, due to her size, she tends to come off and act bigger than she really is. She is sarcastic but blunt and never thinks twice about speaking her mind. Don't let her size fool you, mess with this female and you sure as hell will see claws and teeth. And nothing turns her on more than tearing into soft flesh and feeling that hot blood spray all over her. Short Bio
: As a gyspy, Roaen and her family spent their lives moving from place to place, selling this and that or making handmade crafts to sell. Life had been hard and most of the time, she and her family had been kicked out of any place they thought to squat on. Being small had also been an issue for her, her size making it easy for men to make grabs for her, but fortunately for her, her older brother had been around. That is until that fateful night where everything was taken away from her and she was thrust into a new life of violence and death.
The small town they had happened upon wanted nothing to do with them or the goods they were selling. As it was nightfall, and a heavy storm was falling, they needed to make camp for the night. The inns and hotels of the town shut their doors in their faces, so they were forced to set up camp in the woods that bordered the town. What happened that night was unexpected. As they slept, a creature of myth and lore stole into their camp in search of warm meat and hot blood. It tore through them like paper, its growls and snarls filling her ears as it tore apart and feasted upon her mother, father, and brother. It had begun to tear into her, it's teeth ripping into a thigh, but something changed it's mind and she was left there to die in that blood soaked dirt. She had managed to make her way back to the town, but no one wanted to help her, so back to the woods she went. Only days later she was fully healed, barely even a scar visible on her olive skin. Rage and anger built up inside of her, boiling red hot as she managed to survive in those woods.
On the night of the next full moon, the town was in for a surprise when the bite changed her, turning her into something they had only ever seen in nightmares. Once the first bit of blood landed on her tongue, she went into a frenzy, ripping into anyone, man, woman, and child, who dared to come outside.
After that, she grew a taste for violence, and a confidence in herself that she hadn't had when she had been a mere human. Anyone who tried to push her around because of her size was easily taken care of, fresh blood shed, as her new self began to take over, humanity slowly whithering away inside her. But it was always so lonely, and now she craves someone who can share in the delights she tends to find herself searching for.