O.O!!! You don't? I thought I had posted it?<br/><br/>Edit<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136520.msg6163179#msg6163179">Quote from: JDrew Spider on 20-04-2012, 05:41:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Really didn't want my bio that big, but hey.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>Name: </strong>Claire "Fox" Diaz<br/><strong>Gender: </strong>Female<br/>Appearance:  A tall chick with dirty blonde hair with cigarette always in her mouth. Green eyes, long legs and a heavy accent. ]<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>  She has a very 'devil may care attitude". Always believing in staying ahead of everyone else keeps you out of trouble. She has a good sense of humor though and can take a joke no matter how perverse or morbid it is.<br/><strong>Short Bio:</strong> She was born in brothel in Colombia  possibly a good 78 years ago. She doesn't really know since time seems to be going so fast now a days. Her mother was prostitute and the only father figure she had was a male cross dresser named Pica. Most of the the kids she grew up with where children of whores. She was very poor growing up and took on a habit of smoking because she thought it looked cool. When she was older she saw a local band perform on the corner and decided to get into music. It was the first time she had stolen something and that something was guitar that belonged to a local drug dealer, but he never caught her. Her mother had become ill from some disease that was ravaging her village  and died shortly afterward. With no money to bury her mother, not to mention all the unfinished debt her mother still owed she was expected to take her mothers place. Claire never liked the idea of selling her body and not earning so much as pot to piss in. Taking the guitar she bashed her pimps head in repeatedly, over and over again. It was the first time she had killed someone and actually she was more pissed about breaking her guitar. With bloody and splintered hands she hoped the next ride out and crossed the border to the Americas.  Working odd jobs she saw her first rock band performance on television and fell inlove with music again, but she really wanted a guitar. She was soon arrested for  breaking into a music shop that belonged to werewolf guised a musician. He posted her bail and dropped the charges, something she thought was odd however who was she to complain? He invited her to a "liberators party" out in the woods somewhere. Supposedly it was a music festival that local musicians held every so often. There were all kinds of things going like drinking, drugs and other odd things. It was the first time she had seen a man rip the head off a deer and she was enthralled by it.  Then  weird things began to occur, she had never witnessed an orgy out in the woods before , but it happened and there was something odd about the vodka she had been given. Dropping the cup in her hands she began to run into the woods only thing she remembered is being chased by a really large dog before fading to black. When she came to she woke up on a riverside with large clawmarks on her abdomen. Seemingly half dead she pulled herself up and stumbled out of the woods.<br/><br/>There were many upsides to being a were, like smoking and never worrying about getting lung cancer and screwing whoever you want and not worrying about STD's. When she finally came to terms with what had happened she decided to track down the wolf responsible after reading in a book that if you killed the were that changed you and eat out it's heart you would be free of the curse. She hunted him down like sick predator, some hotel in Arizona, is where found him and a few of his band mates. They were all shacked up and on eachother. The smell of that vodka and sex painted a very clear picture. She remebered them and the horror on their faces (and the prostitutes that were present). It was liked she had faded to black again and when she woke up (again) completely covered in blood and something else she couldn't readily identify it was like a perverse dream. There was blood everywhere, limbs and other body part and that damn vodka had a finger inside it. She got up quickly and washed herself off, but not before realzing that  the guy she had tracked here was gone-missing. She spotted a guitar with a hand still attached to it and in a fit of rage began slamming it against the walls , windows and bodies. She washed off , got dressed and took whatever money she could find before bailing and has been on her own since.<br/><br/>Human bod (http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww244/MizzLeo31/chicktwo.jpg) Wolf bod (http://i1219.photobucket.com/albums/dd432/briannabribri11/white-wolf-big.jpg) Lycan bod (http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp170/Tazara_me/wolves/FG.jpg)</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>