Sarah Walker

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Name: Sarah Rei Walker
Nicknames: Sarah, Rei, Walker, Boss

Age: 28
Race: Lycanthrope
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Timber Wolf
Attributes: Enhanced strength and speed, sense of smell stronger than a humans, shifts into a bi-pedal lycan with no sense of control.

Appearance:

Sarah has been considered frail, and weak when people first see her at a distance but it's different when they're up close to her. On the right side of her face is an old scar that runs down to her breasts, while on her right shoulder is yet another scar that appears more recent than the one on her face. She stands around five foot eight, with dark blue-green eyes, and dark brown hair that she usually cuts to shoulder (or chin) length. But she does have a habit of not necessarily bothering with it when she has no feeling or need to do it. Though her hair may be a dark brown as cause of the radiation strands of it have either become a coal black or almost platninum blonde, giving her an interesting combination but she tends to hate it and keep her hair out of her face for that fact. Her complexion is fairly pale, having grown up a little before the bombs hit and hardly ever seeing the sun again after that because of the radiated skies.

Personality:
Sarah is not a very sociable person; she is a true wolf at heart and tends to speak through her body language than by verbal words. But when she does choose to talk her tone is always raw and confident. Her expression rarely changes from a scowl or even from a completely blank and cold stare, but it changes when she’s around Jessabelle. With members of her pack she can be very crude and have an extreme dominate flare which takes effect on most of the pack with no questions asked. Even with her children she is noted to be a very restrictive parent on the older ones, but far more gentle with the younger ones. Always observant and mindful of those around her and her loves ones out of her untrusting natures with strangers. Doesn’t take kindly to strangers very well, to the point she is prone to attacking them be human or other wolves in the first place. She lives by one rule; kill or be killed. And she still takes it seriously into account every single time she is pushed to her limit by others.

History:
Her story began at least five years before the bombs went off, and her parents hadn't been there at the time having left their young five year old daughter at home with a complete stranger. She had already developed a very suspicious nature around strangers, before the older woman who took care of her even came into her life. But when they were at home, that fateful day, she was simply doing as any other little girl would and ignore the world while her watcher was ironically not paying attention to her but the news or falling asleep. And she went into the basement, and locked herself inside because it was where all her own things were (being basically her bedroom) since the rest of her family had the upstairs.

However, while she kept playing downstairs she suddenly heard the faint sound of something either crashing or blowing up outside the house. And instead of getting up and running up the stairs, she did the smart thing that she was always told in school about earthquakes, and hid under her bed. She didn't know how long she had been hiding down there, except for the fact she ended up waking up under her bed than still awake like she thought she was a moment ago. Her body hurt, and she was covered in dust and other unknown particles that were in the air, afraid to move she didn't bother to leave.

When she had felt better, maybe a few minutes or even a few hours after she woke up earlier, she crawled out from under her bed and heard people upstairs. Instantly, thinking and hoping it was her parents, or the stupid old lady who was supposed to be watching her. She gathered as much strength as she could, and ran up the stairs (or what was left of them), and the first thing she saw were people in strange outfits and her house nearly destroyed with no sign of those who were with her before. And in this state of shock, she passed out at the top of the stairs but a scientist caught her and declared something so loud but strange so inaudible to her ears as blackness surrounding the young girls body.

The next place she remembered being in was some sort of large facility that had many, many, other children but she didn't get many chances to speak with her vocals constrained by something. What she didn't know was that the radiation had changed her genetic signature, and her hair changed along with this aching feeling that always crept underneath her skin when the people in white coats grabbed her or took some other kid away. It didn't change her vocal cords, but her inate sense of knowledge to never talk to strangers seemed to kick in at high tune, causing her trouble to even talk to the other kids there.

Not remembering just how long she was there, or why, she got to the age of fifteen and her emotions ran high to the point the people in white lab coats loved doing more tests on her. She hated not being able to attack them, until she lost her control one day when she was with a group of them. Sarah screamed, pain had rushed through her body as every bone cracked and shifted and her muscles ached then soothed with a strange sensation, her scream turned into a howl. Her body was no longer human, but something else, and the people around her were fascinated where they simply let her loose by some strange mans orders.

When she was freed her body moved on its own without her consent, and she hadn't meant to but she attacked people in this new form. And on the inside all she could do was mindlessly watch in horror at her own doing, hating the sickening sensations that made her feel more alive than she had before. Like this was release for all those pent up emotions through out her life of dealing with those people, and every stranger that had dared to touch her without her permission.

For some time she had been stuck in that form, and hurt things and even people, but many of these times she tried to stop herself with no avail. She grew a lot faster when she was stuck in that form, and what would have taken years took a few months to make her a mature woman in body but still slightly a tempermental teenager at heart. But she started to mature emotionally, and tried to find others to join the cause with her as she did, and even at her age adopted a few kids as her own.

And when they all needed home, she had found an old university that one of her older siblings had gone to that was abandoned and mostly in good shape after that. There she created the new group that housed many young people that wanted to stick together, and didn't take it from other people. One other who had even dared to stand up to her when they were in a crisis left with more than a deadly wound, while she left with a scar over her face, she nearly killed the boy and no one tried to get in her face about an issue again without being prepared to face the consequences.

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