Noemi crouches close to the ground , the leaves barely stirring beneath her. Her long wavy amber hair falling freely to her waist, unmoving, telling her that there is no wind to betray her scent. She bent low to study the tracks better. She is nearly invisible on the floor of the forest with her cloth halter top made in a patchwork of greens for camouflage. A short skirt about her waist also mimics the look of leaves on a tree. Her lightly tanned skin matching the color of light bark on the strange trees about her. Her green eyes sparkle with glee as she scours the ground for any sign of her quarry. A long staff in her hand provides an at hand weapon and a useful balancing tool as she stands on the balls of her feet ready to spring into action if she should find that which she hunts. A few small green patchwork pouches adorn her body, about her waist, on each thigh, and on each forearm disguised as bracers. Each pocket held something else useful to her survival in the wild, but the key thing sat in a green sheath at her hip, her knife. It was her more useful tool and most valuable weapon for it was her fangs against animals that never went without theirs. She curses softly and stands following the tracks to the stream she knew was slightly ahead and again cursing. "Filthy slippery beast...", she says to herself as she scales the nearest tree hoping to find the trail again somewhere downstream.<br/><br/>Name:Noemi BellaDonna<br/>Age:22<br/>Gender:Female<br/>Species:Human<br/>Personality: She's normally awfully sweet, almost like a scoop too much of sugar. However, she despises something more than anything on this Earth. Werewolves. She'll do anything in her power to end their existence, if she can ever find one.  She's hard - headed, and stubborn, but once you break through her hard exterior, you'll find out she's really just a broken little girl.<br/>Description: She's hot, and she knows it.<br/>Wavy amber hair - down to her waist<br/>Caramel colored skin<br/>No flaws but a deep scar on her stomach - the scratch of a werewolf<br/>Petite frame (only 5'5'' / 120 lbs )<br/>History: She grew up like every other girl. Well, at least she thought she did. She was taught her whole life to despise werewolves, how to fight them, how to kill them. She never understood the hatred they taught till she turned 13. She watched a pack of werewolves murder her village, killing everyone but her.<br/>Siblings: Born an only child.<br/><br/>Name: Alexander Derrick James<br/>Age: 25<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: Werewolf<br/>Personality: He has sharp features to match his muscular build.<br/>Shaggy black hair - wavy<br/>Freckles along his sharp cheek bones<br/>Deep, protruding scars from his many fights<br/>Muscular build ( 6'2'' / weight unknown)<br/>Description:<br/>History: He was once the alpha of his pack; the anti - prodigy. He was born a werewolf, yet never learned how to control his inner beast. At the age of 16, the pack convinced him to go murder a whole village, just for kicks and giggles. Blood on his snout, flesh in his teeth, he felt no regret. He actually enjoyed being evil. That is until he found...her. The last of the village. She seemed only 13, and watched the whole massacre. Since then, he's ran away, moving from place to place like a nomad. Regret fills his broken body, and love for the woman he's hurt.<br/>Siblings:<br/>Other: