Name: Randa Belasario
Faction: Omega Leopard
Age: 19
Celeb Claim: Alicia Silverstone

Lycan Abilities: Sense of Peace, Cuddle Power, Control Change in Self

Her Past:

Randa's parents moved here from Italy two years before she was born. Life was happy and carefree for Randa, up until two months before her 18th birthday. One night, two men broke into her parents house, beat them to death, and drugged Randa, taking her from the house.

When she woke up, she was locked in a room, chained to a bed wearing a frilly piece of lingerie. A different man came walking into the room, who sat down and explained to her how things were going to work. She was going to do whatever was asked of her, with whoever she was told to do with it. If she refused, the men would go back to her house and kill her parents. If she still refused, he would send the men to Italy to seek out any other family members she had and kill them as well.

Randa went along, even as she cried the first dozen or so times. Soon enough, she learned to separate her mind from her body, let her thoughts wander elsewhere as man after man did very bad things to her body, sometimes with pictures being taken, sometimes with video cameras, web cams.

They were making a lot of money off of her, until one night, things went sour, very sour. One of the men who had paid to be with Randa had a secret he forgot to share. He was a were-leopard, and as he found his pleasure in her young body, he couldn't control himself, and shifted, nearly biting clean through her shoulder.

Randa was fixed up, and two weeks later, put back to work. Only, they were filming a video for the internet, on the night of the full moon. No one knew what was happening as suddenly Randa shifted, painfully, into a leopard herself, mauling the man who was now trying to get away from her. She killed him. And then succumbed to the shift coma. Luckily for her, she didn't remember any of it.

She woke up as she was being shoved into a car the next night, taken to the streets of Seattle and tossed out like yesterdays garbage. They couldn't have her shifting, killing more clients. She was no longer of use to them. But she was warned, painfully, to never speak the names of anyone from the warehouse, never to describe where she'd been kept. If she breathed a word and they found out? Her life, and the lives of any family she had left, were over. She believed them.

Her Present:

She's been with the pard for about a year now. They've worked with her, sometimes with gentleness, sometimes with an iron fist. She's come a long way since then, working past her issues, working through them. Becoming that beautiful, loving girl she used to be.