Stats: Name: Emmaline DuBois (Not generally known) Alias: Myseri Niles Age: 22 Date of Birth: April 27 Height: 5'0" Weight: 108 lbs Hair color: Black Eye color: Dark Brown Ethnicity: African American Faction: Weretiger Species: Malayan Tiger Age Changed: 20 (on her birthday) Status: Alpha Family: Ex-Husband: Luis Reynolds Father: Franklin DuBois (deceased) Mother: Evelyn DuBois (deceased) Siblings: Barton DuBois (deceased); Isabel Emma DuBois Powers: - All General Lycan Powers - Lesser powers: Control Change in Self, Fast Shift to Animal, Tracking/Hunting - Alpha powers: No Shift Coma, Fast Shift (Human), Partial Shift, Control Change in Others Past: "Try it again, Em." If nothing else, Mrs. Reynolds was patient. When she wanted to be. Now was such a time. Scratching lightly at graying temple, she watched while the intentionally infected young woman Darren Luis Reynolds had chosen for his soon-to-be bride attempted another bit of Streak etiquette. And failed. Once again. "No, no. no," she chirped in that same cheery tone that had begun to fray around the edges. "That is for guests not of the family. When greeting the immediate family, you must....." And on and on it went. For hours that night. Hours that click-clacked by like the wheels of a locomotive, barreling down the tracks toward a life Em had never anticipated, let alone ever dreamed possible. Her father's only girl. His last bargaining chip in a career that was doing a steady downward spiral toward has-been. His only child after Barton died, following their mother into the ground and taking up his rightful place in the plots that had been reserved for them all. 'But that would change now, too. Now, she'd be buried with strangers... even worse, with the Reynolds and Darren.' Em thought to herself after finally saying goodnight to Mrs. Reynolds, climbing into her bed, and pausing there to listen for the familiar sound of tumblers falling into place as the door was locked after the older woman's departure. They locked her in every night and during idle days. It really was the smartest course of action. The training over the past months had been intense. From first moon 'til now. Everything in preparation for the wedding that was now only two days away. Negotiated by Darren's parents and her own father after she and Darren had met during college. The Streak continued and controlled their bloodline, Darren got what he couldn't get in college and her father was signed to a three-picture script writing deal that would ensure a rebirth of his former fame. It was a win-win all around. 'Cept for her, of course. Laying head to pillow, Em closed her eyes and began to drift off. She was sore and tired and heartsick in a way that had become habit. Perhaps that was why she didn't hear the door open, or the light quickness of footsteps across carpeted floor until the girl was almost on top of her, giving a hard yank to Em's hair as she leaned in and spat a whisper of.... "Get out. Get out now and don't ever come back!" The door was open. Literally. The opportunity laid at her feet, and Em took it. Took it and did just what Darren's cousin Maggie said to do: She never looked back. Maggie's motivations were plain as the anger that had been written on those porcelain features. Jealousy. Desire. For her cousin. But who needs to be told twice when they've been given a reprieve on life? Certainly not Mys. Recent Past: Having traveled across five states since fleeing the Reynolds' house and the life that had almost been hers, My has worked in various, low-level research facilities. Under the radar and often pulling the night shift. To earn a living as well as to pursue personal endeavors that utilize the B.S. she earned in Biochemistry, having graduated college early and with honors. Deeply buried hope drives her. Passion fuels her. And a subtle, yet unshakable, rage casts a livid pallor over it all. She'd stopped in Seattle. Hadn't intended on making it home, for a time at least. But it had been. A home... and people who came to mean something to her as family and Ambush. But things got complicated, life happened, shit happened, her father died and Mys went MIA. She made a brief stop in Seattle, searching for what she'd lost there. Only to realize that you can never go home again. Especially not when the people who matter most, save one, aren't there anymore. So, she moved on and re-located to Miami. To the one place she has any roots left. To the one place she can call... home. ______________________________________ Celeb: Noella Coursaris