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MEENAH LYNN GREGORIO 1,013 WEREWOLF CANDICE ACCOLA TERBEAR | TIMEZONE: central HOW DID YOU FIND US?: been here a while~ CONTACT INFORMATION: yahoo, aim, skype, pm NICKNAME(S): n/a DATE OF BIRTH: 12/19/975 DATE OF CHANGE: 09/23/1013 BIRTHPLACE: England HOMETOWN: Roamed around, didn't have time to settle CURRENT RESIDENCE: Condo at the border of Las Vegas DIET: human food, tends to enjoy Italian which consists of pasta's and pizza. SPECIES APPEARANCE: white wolf SCARS/MARKS: a crescent birthmark on her shoulder. PERSONAL STYLE: She likes to wear simple things such as t-shirts and blue jeans. Things she feels more comfortable in but if she has to dress up formally she will not disappoint she always likes going for the classy touch. When her hair isn't down straight or in curls it's often in a loose side braid. OCCUPATION: hobbyist -- she likes to make trinkets such as bracelets and necklaces and sell them. AFFILIATION: n/a LIKES:
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DISLIKES:
- vampires at times
- being mocked
- her space evaded
- Nosy people
- her things touched
- crying
STRENGTHS:
- immortality
- her defiance
- her resolve into putting things right even if it isn't her place.
- Her best friend
- Nature
- Her instincts
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WEAKNESSES:
- Silver
- The full moon
- the pain at times
- people needing help
- children
- the fine arts
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HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Gives a half smile when she doesn't completely agree
- Puts up walls when people get too close
- scratches the back of her neck before shifting her weight from side to side.
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FEARS:
- being alone for all eternity
- death
- not being able to have children
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SECRETS:
GOALS:
PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE::
- Loyal
- Devoted
- Understanding
- Hopeless Romantic
- Carefree
- Appreciative
- Motherly
- Kind
NEUTRAL
- Stubborn
- Arrogant
- Blunt
- Adventurous
- Sarcastic
- Rebellious
- Serious
- Pushy
NEGATIVE
- Secretive
- Insecure
- Socially Awkward
- Temperamental
- Short temper
- Irriational
- Territorial
- Gets Jealous easily
FATHER: Achilles Gregorio - - alive
MOTHER: Emilia Gregorio - - deceased
SIBLINGS: Hector elder brother -- alive, Mercuric elder brother - - alive, Dmitry - - alive
OTHER FAMILY: Nana Grete grandmother, deceased.
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Nikolai best friend - - alive
HISTORY:
Her parents lived on a decent farm close to a small village not far where her Nana lived, with three of her elder brothers; she not having been born yet had been told it was a difficult pregnancy. With her father as a werewolf and her mother a mortal her father knew she wouldn’t make it pass the last trimester. As it grew closer to the birth of Meenah her mother got sick with the fever. Her body covered in cold sweat as her temperature rose. Her father and brothers tired everything to keep their mother with them, but as soon it was time they had to cut her mother open to give her life. She had always been strong then, for her family as well as for herself. She often felt at fault for their mother’s death.
As she grew, her father and brothers decided to keep the werewolf secret from her. Hoping that it passed her for her to lead a normal life they carried on as if they were not ruled by the full of the moon at all. Though she often question why she was sent to Nana Grete’s home when it came two weeks within a month where her family would go “hunt” as they stated. She would often sit at the fireplace while Nana braided her hair, thinking of what secrets her family was hiding from her. Was it because of her? Was it because she was a girl that she couldn’t do those things because they’d be afraid of rescuing her if she got in trouble? More often than not it was Meenah that was the one that did the crops, planted the seed. Plowed the field, fed the animals, and made sure some were washed. She cleaned the stables and then afterward she’d take a bath in the forest near Nana’s cottage before having to help with supper for her papa and brothers. Though they weren’t home when she would make dinner between these two months so often she would stay at Nana’s.
As she grew into her teen years she became adventurous, rebellious going out into the forest when she wasn’t supposed to. Staying long after hours as she just laid in the grass and stared up at the stares. Just admiring the beauty of the sky and wondering what hand created all of the nature that lingered around her. That’s when it happened, feeling rather heated she removed her skirts and remained in her under garments as she went to her lake that often was her sanctuary to splash water upon her heated flesh before her bones begun to crack and break. She gasped in pain as every joint and bone in her body felt like there were daggers in her skin. The pressure building on certain points of her flesh as it begun to bulk up sent a pinpricks of pain all over her body as she begun to spout white hairs. That seemed to accumulate all over her body. Screwing her eyes shut, her fingers dug into the earth. Nails sharp and longer than they were before shifting into paws. Her spine twisted and cracked as it extended, her tail protruding from her tarnished under garments as it swished violently in the air at the pain her body was going through as her nose and mouth jutted forward, sending a gasp/yowl of pain as her voice seemed to contort into an animalistic scream. Tears ran down her white fur, golden eyes shimmering as her body shook for a moment as her ears became pointed, the shock slightly numbing her before her canines came in. Sheathing unkindly out of her teeth that were already there. She remained there, panting for a moment trying to dull the pain before she broke out into a run. Having blacked out, she wasn’t aware of what she had done within that point in time. Perhaps killed a livestock, people in a village; she didn’t know until she woke up when the change was over covered in blood not knowing if it was animal or man she ran quickly back home. Washing herself off and demanded and explanation as to what happened to her, with a heavy sigh however her family sat her down and explained to her how they hoped it passed her and that she would be normal. But knew that was only a 50% chance. From then on she despised herself even more, blaming herself for not only the death of her mother but the uncontrollable desire to rip into things and devour when she was within the will of the moon.
Within the following years leading up to the late 1500’s to early 1600’s she learned to master her shift, realizing it was getting less painful as each century passed. As she gotten better control of her shifting she begun to detach from her family in England and venture off. Exploring places like Rome, Germany, Italy, Greece, and Scotland. Learning how to make trinkets such as necklaces and bracelets along the way which caused her to have an ease of mind as felt normal making things like this for other people came to live off it from time to time until she began to run out of money and things to make. That’s when she met him.
It was on a cold day in Ireland when she was up near the cliffs just admiring the view when she seen a silhouette within the distance. Upon her venturing closer she could tell that he was in some ways like her though not in all similarities. She coaxed him away from the cliff, assuring him that ending his life wasn’t going to make things better or normal. That he should find something he loved to do and use that to help him through what he was going through, whatever it may be. But she wouldn’t let him jump is what she stated after that, she may had been a stranger but she wouldn’t let him end his life because she knew what it felt like to not like what you were. They were both slaves to the moon and as such should stick together.
For many years they stuck together, hunted. It was an easy relationship, what the two of them had. She enjoyed the times they shared in bed as well as in the open. After a while they had found out her immortality transferred over to him. Making him faster, stronger so long as she remained by his side. She enjoyed his company, enjoyed the way his mind worked, and the way it just burst with this unfathomable creativity and imagination. Whenever he would tear at himself emotionally she would reassure him that she was here and that there was no need to feel that way because she was right here. That she’d always be there for him so long as he was there for himself. When the emotions tended to be too much however she would sooth him. He was her best friend; there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do.
Within the mid 1700’s they parted ways, giving each other space to travel. She explored more of Europe, being invited to balls and masquerades before she slipped onto a ship to the America’s. Meenah was always curious about everything and as they set foot on those lands she got to explore new cultures with the natives there until her fellow countrymen reaped the natives of their land. She spent most of her time hopping from one place to another for years until the year 2013 came. It was snowing a drift and she didn’t have to wear those ghastly dresses anymore. Sporting blue jeans a dark grey turtle neck shirt with a leather jacket she walked the streets of Las Vegas. Thinking for a moment she was admiring the lights. This was her first time in the town, perhaps she’d figure out why people said the saying “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” No matter, it was time to explore and she was going to enjoy as much as she could before she decided to leave again.
As she grew, her father and brothers decided to keep the werewolf secret from her. Hoping that it passed her for her to lead a normal life they carried on as if they were not ruled by the full of the moon at all. Though she often question why she was sent to Nana Grete’s home when it came two weeks within a month where her family would go “hunt” as they stated. She would often sit at the fireplace while Nana braided her hair, thinking of what secrets her family was hiding from her. Was it because of her? Was it because she was a girl that she couldn’t do those things because they’d be afraid of rescuing her if she got in trouble? More often than not it was Meenah that was the one that did the crops, planted the seed. Plowed the field, fed the animals, and made sure some were washed. She cleaned the stables and then afterward she’d take a bath in the forest near Nana’s cottage before having to help with supper for her papa and brothers. Though they weren’t home when she would make dinner between these two months so often she would stay at Nana’s.
As she grew into her teen years she became adventurous, rebellious going out into the forest when she wasn’t supposed to. Staying long after hours as she just laid in the grass and stared up at the stares. Just admiring the beauty of the sky and wondering what hand created all of the nature that lingered around her. That’s when it happened, feeling rather heated she removed her skirts and remained in her under garments as she went to her lake that often was her sanctuary to splash water upon her heated flesh before her bones begun to crack and break. She gasped in pain as every joint and bone in her body felt like there were daggers in her skin. The pressure building on certain points of her flesh as it begun to bulk up sent a pinpricks of pain all over her body as she begun to spout white hairs. That seemed to accumulate all over her body. Screwing her eyes shut, her fingers dug into the earth. Nails sharp and longer than they were before shifting into paws. Her spine twisted and cracked as it extended, her tail protruding from her tarnished under garments as it swished violently in the air at the pain her body was going through as her nose and mouth jutted forward, sending a gasp/yowl of pain as her voice seemed to contort into an animalistic scream. Tears ran down her white fur, golden eyes shimmering as her body shook for a moment as her ears became pointed, the shock slightly numbing her before her canines came in. Sheathing unkindly out of her teeth that were already there. She remained there, panting for a moment trying to dull the pain before she broke out into a run. Having blacked out, she wasn’t aware of what she had done within that point in time. Perhaps killed a livestock, people in a village; she didn’t know until she woke up when the change was over covered in blood not knowing if it was animal or man she ran quickly back home. Washing herself off and demanded and explanation as to what happened to her, with a heavy sigh however her family sat her down and explained to her how they hoped it passed her and that she would be normal. But knew that was only a 50% chance. From then on she despised herself even more, blaming herself for not only the death of her mother but the uncontrollable desire to rip into things and devour when she was within the will of the moon.
Within the following years leading up to the late 1500’s to early 1600’s she learned to master her shift, realizing it was getting less painful as each century passed. As she gotten better control of her shifting she begun to detach from her family in England and venture off. Exploring places like Rome, Germany, Italy, Greece, and Scotland. Learning how to make trinkets such as necklaces and bracelets along the way which caused her to have an ease of mind as felt normal making things like this for other people came to live off it from time to time until she began to run out of money and things to make. That’s when she met him.
It was on a cold day in Ireland when she was up near the cliffs just admiring the view when she seen a silhouette within the distance. Upon her venturing closer she could tell that he was in some ways like her though not in all similarities. She coaxed him away from the cliff, assuring him that ending his life wasn’t going to make things better or normal. That he should find something he loved to do and use that to help him through what he was going through, whatever it may be. But she wouldn’t let him jump is what she stated after that, she may had been a stranger but she wouldn’t let him end his life because she knew what it felt like to not like what you were. They were both slaves to the moon and as such should stick together.
For many years they stuck together, hunted. It was an easy relationship, what the two of them had. She enjoyed the times they shared in bed as well as in the open. After a while they had found out her immortality transferred over to him. Making him faster, stronger so long as she remained by his side. She enjoyed his company, enjoyed the way his mind worked, and the way it just burst with this unfathomable creativity and imagination. Whenever he would tear at himself emotionally she would reassure him that she was here and that there was no need to feel that way because she was right here. That she’d always be there for him so long as he was there for himself. When the emotions tended to be too much however she would sooth him. He was her best friend; there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do.
Within the mid 1700’s they parted ways, giving each other space to travel. She explored more of Europe, being invited to balls and masquerades before she slipped onto a ship to the America’s. Meenah was always curious about everything and as they set foot on those lands she got to explore new cultures with the natives there until her fellow countrymen reaped the natives of their land. She spent most of her time hopping from one place to another for years until the year 2013 came. It was snowing a drift and she didn’t have to wear those ghastly dresses anymore. Sporting blue jeans a dark grey turtle neck shirt with a leather jacket she walked the streets of Las Vegas. Thinking for a moment she was admiring the lights. This was her first time in the town, perhaps she’d figure out why people said the saying “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” No matter, it was time to explore and she was going to enjoy as much as she could before she decided to leave again.
