<strong>Name:</strong>Monica Donovan, aka Takes-the-Punch<br/><strong>Tribe:</strong>Storm Lord<br/><strong>Auspice:</strong>Cahalith<br/>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/11721 (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/11721)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/justafreak/317590233_b89e9deb43.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Backstory</span><br/>Dear Diary,<br/><br/>You know, I never used to understand why people would write these things. But after having been on my own, traveling for a few weeks now, I need to let things out. Its supposed to be cathartic, right? So, since this is the first entry and all, I guess I should start from the beginning, huh?<br/><br/>You see, I was born in... wait, scratch that. I'm not going that far back. I don't even remember that far back. I never had a home. Well, according to the state of Wisconsin I did, but nothing ever felt like home. You see, I was an orphan. Spent most of my childhood hopping from foster home to foster home. The official story is that my parents died in a car crash when I was a baby, but there was always this one lunatic who said there were 'mysterious circumstances' regarding their death. Yeah right.<br/><br/>So anyway, there I was, an orphaned little girl growing up in Green Bay. Whoever my foster parents were at the time.. they always tried to control me. Mold me into what they wanted their perfect little daughter to be. Fuck that. I am who I am, nothing can change that. So yeah, I guess you could call me a rebel. Always out with friends rather than at 'home' doing schoolwork or whatever. They say I ran with the wrong crowd, but my friends were closer than any family I ever had.<br/><br/>Now don't get me wrong. I may not have been an angel growing up, but I wasn't a heartless bitch either. Hell, I remember this one time where my foster mother at the time... Annabelle, I think her names was.. anyway, I was heading out, and she forced me to take one of the other kids she was looking after with me. His name was Tommy... real young. I was fifteen at the time, he was like, nine, I think. Real geek, not many friends... Guess she was trying to let him have a good time, and hopefully keep me from getting into any sort of fights. Anyway, we were out, and some jerks started pickin on Tommy. Picking on me, or my friends? Whatever. But picking on a little kid, come on.<br/><br/>I come over, tell them to stop, and they just laugh at me. I guess cuz they thought I was small, and a girl, I couldn't do anything. Well, at this point, Tommy, well, he knew I had a bit of a reputation.. and that even though I was a bit short, I still managed to come out on top when shit hits the fan. Its at this point he spoke up... "Judge her by her size, do you?" he said. Told you he was a geek. But admittedly, it was funny, we all had a good laugh, which got those little jerks pissed. Long story short, they learned not to mess with a little kid.<br/><br/>But you know, it wasn't until just before my 18th birthday that things began to get a bit rough. I had snuck out, going out to this party. Was having a good time, drinking a little, overall, things were good. Then the cops came. Everyone started to run for it, not wanting to get caught. I had ran off into the woods behind the house, and I had thought I lost em. All of a sudden, some sort of dog that had gotten loose started chasing me... even bit my damned leg. But that whole chase was enough to flush me out of my hiding place, and it wasn't log before the cops caught up.<br/><br/>So they brought me home to Annabelle, who, after giving me this long, boring lecture, decided to put her foot down. You know how in some of those old movies, it shows the rowdy kid being sent to karate class to learn patience and discipline? Well, it was something like that. Only with the recent popularity of MMA, she signed me up for one of those classes. Cliche, I know, right? Well, turns out I never made it to even one class.<br/><br/>You see, on my way there, I started seeing things... like a bad acid trip, only I hadn't done any. Something seemed to be following me, so I ran. I... I honestly don't remember much of what happened next... all I knew was that I woke up in a strange house, my clothes torn, but somehow, it all felt okay. One of em had a cell phone on them, and showed me what I became when I blacked out. But like I said.. it felt okay. It was like a great weight was lifted off my shoulders as I was told the truth. I was one of the People... I was Uratha.<br/><br/>So yeah... never saw my foster home again. How could I go back, knowing what I now knew? Heh, good thing I'm writing this, cuz I don't think I could say that three times fast. But anyway, after some time explaining things, helping me adjust, their leader came to me with a proposition. He liked my tenacity, and thought I could make a good addition to his tribe, the Storm Lords. What the hell, didn't have anything to lose, right? Just had to pass one little initiation.<br/><br/>Well, you know how you always see those idiots at sporting events out in below freezing temperatures without a shirt on? Yeah... They wanted me to attend a Packers game, middle of winter, wearing nothing but a bikini. Okay, no problem. I could do that. But I hated football. So to spice things up, I decided to also put some body paint on of the opposing team, and mess with some of the other people there. Little did I know that the team they were playing that game, the Vikings, were some kinda rivals or something.<br/><br/>So things are going alright. I'm freezing my ass off, but its no big deal. We get to about the third quarter, and this one drunk guy comes over, starts giving me a hard time. When I started giving him one right back, he drunkenly stammered, "You're lucky I won't hit a woman..." At which point his girlfriend, equally as drunk, piped up and said, "Maybe you won't, but I will!" And she decked me right in the jaw.<br/><br/>People say it was a helluva punch, but I didn't feel a thing. I just ignored the chick and kept on rooting for the Vikings. Oh the rest of the pack was howling in laughter. Of course, after the laughter died down, the alpha stepped up, and wanted us to head on out, figuring we might be attracting too much attention now. But at least dealing with those drunken idiots in addition to the freezing cold was enough for me to pass. Hell, they were talking about the punch more than anything. After that, they all but stopped calling me Monica, and started calling me Takes... short for Takes-the-Punch.<br/><br/>Next day, they were all still worn out from the celebration the night before, and I needed to get out of the packhouse for a while. I know they told me to stay in, for my protection, but, rebellious teenage youth and all that, I needed fresh air. So I went out, had some fun on my skateboard and stuff. I was out a while, but something didn't feel right.<br/><br/>When I got back, I saw this strange van parked outside, the driver staring intently at the front door. Not liking the looks of things, I snuck around back. What I found inside... a pack of Pure had tracked us down... killed all but the alpha. For some reason, the Pure kept asking about where I was... Me? What makes me so special. I was just a kid from Green Bay. But my alpha refused to answer. Paid for it with his life. I wanted to scream. But I knew if I let those bastards know I was there, they'd chase me down and who knows what woulda happened then.<br/><br/>So I ran. Did every thing I could to make them lose my scent, in case they somehow had picked it up. I tried to settle down in a small town... carve out a little patch of land for myself til I could get things straight and find some others. Didn't work out, though. Got a job working as a grocery store cashier. Do you know how stupid customers can be? I quit before I lost my temper. At that point, I knew I wouldn't be able to survive unless I could find some others, so I headed back on the road. Started heading towards the nearest big city. Among all those people, there had to be someone there who needed me, right?<br/><br/>So that's where I'm at now. By this time tomorrow, I'll be within Chicago's city limits. Hopefully I can find some solace there. If not, I'll have to find somewhere else. And hope I don't go completely batshit in the meantime.