Name – Xaviera Sanchez Claim – Eva Mendes Age - 31 Lycan age - 10 Status – Alpha Height – 5’7” Weight - 130 Hair - Brown Race/Faction - Jaguars Occupation – Little of this and that Family – Three brothers and my parents, still in New York Skills – Bilingual (Spanish) Proficient with guns and in hand to hand combat, driving, hustling pool. (What! Everyone needs a hobby) Abilities – All Basic Lycan Abilites Lesser- Control self in Change, Enforcer/Bodyguard Alpha- Partial Shift History – I grew up in the Harlem, part of the Cuban community there. I had three older brothers and a dad who didn’t take no bull. I like my community, I like my heritage, but I wanted something more. I got cousins married, with babies. I didn’t want that. School, not my thing. It’s not that I’m dumb, it just bored me. So, into the Military I went. My Pop, laughed his ass off when he heard. Me, I got a temper. You yell at me, better believe I’m gonna yell back. Basic, you gotta lotta people yelling at you. You’re not supposed to yell back, and after a few times, I managed to remember that. Oddly enough came in real damn handy. So, I spent three years in the Marines, I was good at it, not great but good. I learned interesting shit. Guns, hand to hand combat, shit needed to keep my ass alive, which was a good thing. So, to get to the interesting part of my tale, I’m on RR in Puerto Rico. And this vamp decides he likes me. Now, I don’t really got a problem with vamps, but I ain’t nobody’s coffinbait. I like my blood where it is. This guy won’t take no for an answer. I keep my eyes off his and do my best to blow him off without offending him and get my ass outta Dodge. Next day a guy comes to my door, tells me he’s from Mr. Bloodsucker. Okay, now I been sent flowers and chocolates but never a dude before. I’m thinking “What, do I put him on my wall?” when the fucker turns into a big ass cat and BITES me. BITES ME! Then leaves before I can get to my service piece and bite his whitebread ass back. But, one of my crew saw it all, I get sent down to medical and one little test later. We find out I’m infected. Out of the military I go. They give me a ticket home only I suddenly don’t wanna go. Noooo I go to a big ass house where Mr. Bloodsucker is waiting for me. Now I’m a bitch on a leash. All I can say, fucker must a never seen a pissed of Cuban woman before. He was a little surprised when I beat him up… okay attempted to beat him up, and you know what. Yelling at Vamps is about a good idea as yelling at Drill Sergeants. So, Bitch on a leash I stayed with the other little cats he had around. Being in the Shadow is a lot like being in the Military. You gotta follow rank and rule. But, unlike the military Rank is a little more flexible. You can fight, earn a better rank. So really, it was like Military and Harlem all rolled in together, me custom fucking made right? Eventually the vamp, he had a bit of a problem, and me and the other Cats, never did get along so well. So I broke from the pack, I think they were relieved, thinking I might be gunning for an upper spot. So, couple of years wandering and here I am.