<a class="postlink" href="http://imworld.aufeminin.com/dossiers/D20080730/Sans-titre-1-141233_L.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.kuthumi-hands.com/images/whitewolf.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Suzette "Suzy" DuBois<br/><br/>Race:Half werewolf half human<br/>Age: 300<br/>Age appearance:18<br/>Strength: The ability to control weather<br/>Weakness: Sees occasional dead people<br/><br/>Suzette, or Suzy, sat on her bed playing on a lyre.  Her blonde hair was braided down her back.  She sat calmly, cross legged.  She sang softly to herself.  She had been given notice of her betrothed.  She saw a painted picture of him and smiled.  She was not happy, but she knew that there was a lot of other things that could go bad.  Bad things.<br/><br/>Looking, she watched the maids pack her things into large trunks.  She was not supposed to return home and she felt a pang of sadness.  Her family would come and visit her when they could, but she was the oldest and so this responsibility fell on her shoulders.<br/><br/>She wore simple hunting pants.  She also wore a thick baggy shirt that was held up by a corset.  She had on boots.  Her attire was not proper for a princess but she didn't care much.  She folded the painting of her betrothed and bit her lip softly putting it into her traveling bag.  Her maiden came back after giving the servants the bags to load.<br/><br/>"Mistress Suzy we are almost ready.  Do you want to change?"  She said looking in at the sad wardrobe her lady had decided to pick.<br/><br/>"Why?  These are the clothes in which I normally wear.  I am not trying to impress anyone by anything but my charm.  I leave the looking good to you."  She chuckled as she nodded to the maiden's beautiful blue dress and high complicated hair.<br/><br/>With a sigh she said goodbye to her childhood bedroom.  Walking down to the carriage, she stepped into it, and let the carriage take her to a world she was to call home from now on.  She propped her boots onto one side of the seats of the carriage and began to fall asleep.<br/><br/>When she arrived, she woke.  She felt so ravenous.  She stepped out of the carriage and walked into the throne room and introduced herself.  Her lyre and bag was sent along with the maiden to unload all of her things and set them up.  She sighed and licked her lips standing in the presence of the king and made polite small talk.  Everything from state of affairs at home, hunting, and why she dressed the way she did.  She smiled and nodded.  She enjoyed talking with her new father in law.  But several of the ladies of the court shook their heads and tsked at her.  Her stance like a man and her hands on her hips.  She would never win the hearts of the prince like that.