Name: Calypsa<br/>Race: Human Female (Werewolf  & Wolf Templates)<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Neutral<br/>Class: Barbarian 3 [Template: Werewolf 3 & Wolf (Lycanthrope) 2]<br/><br/>(http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/5751/evek.jpg) (http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/7666/calypsamedium.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Character Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=149806 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=149806)<br/><br/>Appearance: Calypsa looks rough, muscular, slightly feral. Her hair is dark brown, thick, shoulderlength, and unkempt. Her amber eyes are constantly looking around, only stopping occasionally to stare at a passerby as if trying to sense their motives.  There is a slight craziness in her eyes as if she could fly into a rage at the slightest provocation.  There is a certain look of pain there as well.  She frequently sniffs the air around her, wary of danger.  She does not burden herself with adornments save one - a rather large axe.<br/><br/>Background (this part courtesy of Fae!): Calypsa was born mewling and suckling at her mother's teet, and she never knew her human form before the Mists took her. Her native world, Arach, is a land of shapeshifting beasts, and there were only legends and stories of humans there.<br/><br/>Calypsa was strong from her birth, pushing the siblings of her litter around and forcing even the biggest of males into submission. As she aged, she became a hunter and then a protector, and finally a great warrior-hero of her pack. The other lycanthrophic tribes in the area surrounding her pack's lands knew and feared her name. She had taken many lives in the defense of her home and family.<br/><br/>One night, though, as she stalked the forests of her pack's territory alone, a great fog came sweeping over her. She was a warrior, and the mists did not scare her. Things--succulent prey animals and hated enemies--moved just beyond her sight and though she lashed out at them and their magics, her teeth never found flesh and blood. Fatigued after hours of being lost in the dread vapors, Calypsa collapsed in exhaustion.<br/><br/>Upon awakening, the she-wolf discovered a horrid reality. The mists of Ravenloft had gifted her with a new form: that of a human being. Weak, fragile, and cut off from all of her senses, Calypsa wandered the new lands in search of answers. Gradually, her ability to shapeshift returned, but it felt...somehow different. She had urges to hunt for pleasure, to kill and not eat....to destroy and ravage. To this day, her ease of shifting and comfort in animal forms is slowly diminishing. She spends far too long in this new human skin for fear that she might cross a terrible line in her true forms.<br/><br/>Motivations & Personality: Calypsa feels trapped in this new form. She is confused and troubled by the foreign thoughts and feelings she has now; why does she have difficulty controlling the impulse to kill? While survival was her main concern when she first entered this place, she seeks now to understand and control these dark urges and use them to her advantage. Maybe then, she can find a way to rejoin her pack, and be free of the turmoil that resides in her.