Name - Sinthea
Claim - Pauley Perrette
Age - 23
Lycan age - Infected at age 8, first shift at age 13
Satus - Beta
Height - 5'4" in bare feet
Weight - 115
Hair - Black
Race/Faction - Wolf
Siblings - no
Parents - somewhere out there, believe her dead
Skills - pick pocket, petty theft, recently aquired computer hacking skills.
Abilities - all usual lycan abilities, plus Fast Shift to animal, Control Change in self, Call Flesh.

History - Sinthea was infected when she was only 8 years old, after a fateful visit to the Seattle Zoo. She was always a procious child, getting into trouble, pushing the limits. When her third grade class went to the zoo for a fieldtrip, she'd bided her time. At the wolf exibit, when her teacher wasn't looking, she'd climbed onto the railing, wanting a closer look.
Now you may think it only happens on TV, but it does really happen in real life. Children do go tumbling down that deep incline into the animal areas. Just ask Sinthea ... then known as Cynthia Rose Martin. She'd laid down there for a while as people looked on in horror, the zoo workers coming running to the rescue.
The wolves had watched her intently, all but one seeing her as the next food source, much better than what they were normally fed. But the one, a mother who'd recently lost a pup, had walked over, licking at Cynthia's bleeding forehead, nuzzling her gently as if to wake her. Another wolf had approached, lips snarling, teeth bared, ready for his meal.
A fight between the two canines ensued, and in the process, Cynthia was deeply scratched. Of course, obviously, she was rescued before any major damage was done. Or... so they thought. No one knew that the wolf that had scratched her was actually a Lycan... a werewolf, hiding out in the zoo for reasons of his own.
It was hard for the little girl to understand what was happening to her, when the full moon came rolling around. Rather than face her parents, she ran away from home. She made it as far as the park a few blocks away, when the moon took hold of her. Her screams of pain as she shifted drew the attention of a young man walking down the street a block away. He came running, and got there just intime to see the transformation complete itself.
Rather than freak out, he simply walked over to the young pup, standing there, watching her. Then he scooped her up, and took her deep into the woods, where she would encounter others like herself. They would teach her the ways of the lycan, of the wolf. She would be taught to respect the Alphas, to follow the hiarchy of the Pack. And at the top of the Pack, was Xander, the Ulfric.
Xander wasn't a very nice man, he should never have been the leader. He ruled with his fist, not his mind. Anyone stupid enough to oppose him paid the price. Sinthia learned this when she grew older, turned 16. Xander had plans for her, plans that Sinthea wanted nothing to do with. But he would not take no for an answer. Instead, he would not only bend her to his will, he would break her completely. Whatever it took.
Sinthea was locked away from the others, denied even the simplest of human contact. Come the full moon, she would be bound in silver, it would not keep her from shifting, but it would make the pain of it excrutating, unbearable to the point that she nearly lost her mind. She would be mentally, emotionally, physical abused, battered, beaten, but still she would not submit to Xander's will. But that didn't mean she was unaffected by his cruelity. The more she resisted, the more he, the Freki and the Skoll would torment her, abuse her, humiliate and degrade her.
She lived that way for 6 years, until Xander's death. In the confusion that followed, Sinthea escaped, ran as far and as fast as she could. She took solice with a group of street rats, living with them, scrounging, stealing just to eat. And when the moon called to her each month, she slipped away, to change and to hunt in private, always coming back to the gang days later, when it was well out her system. But her pain, her anger never left her. She wore her distrust, her bitterness like a heavy cloak around herself, keeping others at bay.
For a while, things got better. A new Ulfric took over the pack, worked with the remaining pack members to get past their issues, overcome them, and move on. Including Sin. She even fell in love. Things were looking up. Then, her love died in a fiery plane crash. And she took off. No one knew where she went, or if she'd ever come back. And she didn't. Not to that pack anyway. But, she tracked down some friends in Miami.... and so.... that's where she's headed no.

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