Name: Danielle
Sex: Female
Race: Feline/Weretiger
Haircolor: Black / Furcolor: White
Eyecolor: Dark to very light green;
depending on emotional state
Age: 24
Faction: Nomads
Faction Role: Nomad Chokengro - Council, Fortune Teller, Healer, Herbalist, prepares elixirs and potions...

Growing up in a protected environment at first Danielle had no clue she was different. Spending her childhood locked up safely, she never saw the bigger picture. When her parents died from a mysterious disease, she stumbled naivly and unprepared into a life she never thought could be this hard. With her twin sister Chris she managed to survive, the distrust of humans for her catlike attributes driving her to a place where humanity was rather known to be the exception.
Submerging in the old industry city, she soon realized that there were more hybrids and creatures on this earth. Curious and thrilled she wanted to embrace the experience, but soon had to find out, that these animalistic predators, as intoxicating as they were, had only one thing in mind. Hunting.
Finding herself in a war she never wanted to fight, she had to watch her sister die by the hands and fangs of a vampire.
Sacrificing her former naive self, her mind filled with pure hate and rage against the enemy, vampires and lycans, who had allied against the little clan she called family. But untrained in combat and selfdefense, there was not much she could do. When she realized the war was lost, she escaped the masacre as one of the last survivors of her clan. The need for revenge keeping her alive, she trained her reflexes and skills, accepted the chance to start over again.
Seeing the world with different eyes now, she is often way too temperamental and aggressive, acting out of the impulse before she thinks.
Roaming the world as a rebel, she finally got washed up the shores of this island, the human crew of the oilship she traveled with, afraid of the catlike stowaway.
With the Nomads she found a new home and settled into the gypsy way of life. Using her mothers skills in brewing potions, reading tarot cards and casting simple spells, she fitted in easily, finding what she wasnt looking for. A new family.
But the forecourt to hell she has been washed up to, brought up new enemies at the same time. Bitten by one of them, she got infected with a hybrid lycan-strain and from now on struggles to control rage and frenzy, overpowering instincts and the singing blood in her veins forcing her into a physical transformation.

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