<div class="floatright">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4000000/Mercy-Book-Covers-mercy-thompson-series-4082018-600-913.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna “Lupo” Barking-Dog (aka Anna 'Lodges')<br/><br/>Lupo had been dreaming of a fishing trip with Kickaha and one of her uncles, a heavy bearded man who seemed to have a knack for trouble that matched Kickaha's. The two old reprobates were swapping tales of their misdeeds in the past while drinking what the other had brought to drink while fishing on the side of a crystal clear lake. Her uncle was one of the few who didn't automatically judge her by her father's actions and he was perfectly happy to have Kickaha to adopt her. Which made her father hold onto her even tighter.<br/><br/>So here they were, sitting on the side of a mountain top lake drinking rotgut (her uncle) and cheap dutch beer (Kickaha) while she had to suffer through their epic bragging sessions and tall tales sober with a cooler of some eclectic sodas the two of them had brought. Half of them were cheap generic crap sodas you'd find on the rez and the rest was stuff in german or norse or whatever.<br/><br/>Then just as the two of them had settled on the 'perfect' way to fish, which from what she could tell involved some epic foolishness with lightning, Kickaha's old collection of pre-20th century TnT and running like hell, she was shaken awake by her foster mom and told to get ready for school.<br/><br/>She showered up and got dressed and looked herself over. She could feel that something was coming, it was that sense of the inevitable. She was the stormcrow, thunder always hinted to the following storm. Shaking her head as she stepped out of the shower, she promised herself that she'd be more positve than than this time. Dad be damned.<br/><br/>By the time she had a nice meal of smoked ham and grits, and a brisk ride to the school on her bike to get her in a better mood. She typically wasn't too happy with her dreams like that, because it meant DAD would show up again. Last time that happened he put a 'reminder' of who she was on her. Images of her half-brothers decorated her arms now. Of course, she reminded herself with a sly smile, she'd put her grandfather's mark on her belly using the same tattoo artist the next day. Dad had retaliated by burning down the block the old dwarf had lived on. The old bastard was nothing if vindictive.<br/><br/>Pulling her rattling growling heap of parts onto campus, she parked and collected her things to get to assembly in time to hear the lecture and get the vibe once or twice. She glanced around, carefully, as she settled her helmet in her lap to try and get a bead on who was giving off the 'buzz' but didnt' see anything but the normal high school drama waiting to happen.<br/><br/>Great, she thought to herself as she spun the ring she wore on her hand, another pot waiting to be put into the fire.