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† Meadhbh -Kendall-Destry†

†Mavy sometimes†

†General Information†

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Full Name: Meadhbh Kendall Destry (mave ken-dull dess-tree)
Nicknames: May, Mavy, Kennie, Ken
Gender: Female
Age: 128
Age they appear: Mid-twenties
Race: Werewolf
Orientation: Whatever to get a little love, so technically Bisexual, though she likes to think of herself as straight.
Health Problems: She is quite a healthy person, but suffers from epilepsy. The seizures don’t happen too often, only once about every one or two years. But they always happen around the full moon, making her transformation that month much more difficult and painful as the seizures severely weaken her body. She recovers from these bouts quickly though, so for the rest of the year/two years, she is in near perfect health, if you look past the whole werewolf ordeal.

†Personality†

Basic Personality: Meadhbh likes the quiet, the dark; she always has. It’s a security thing, more than anything. This can be a bit of a problem when riots break out in the streets (even if she’s not often around); she hides in her room and plays her guitar as loud as she can to drown out the other sounds outside. It also doesn’t help that she can be rather paranoid sometimes and she usually tries not to trust anyone, unless they’ve done something to help her tremendously, like Morrison had.

Meadhbh at least can protect herself when she needs to; Morrison had made sure of that. Even if she doesn’t like to hurt others much, she is able to, she could kill if she wanted. But she really hates the idea. She had seen enough death with her mother and sister, she never cares to see anymore, it just seems pointless. That is, of course, unless whoever is against her might possibly cause her to die.

Despite her hesitation to kill, Meadhbh is not the kindest person. She has a tough outer shell, one that is difficult to break, and she acts harshly towards strangers. This means that she doesn’t have too many friends, but that is perfectly fine with her since she likes solitude.

Likes:
†Soft music
†Isolation
†Fruit
†The daylight
†Animals, mostly cats
†Her guitar

Hates:
†Midnight
†Harsh, loud noises
†Her condition
†Being taken advantage of
†Blood (sight, smell, ect.)
†Loud noises

Talents:
†Keen senses
†Plays the guitar and kantele (stringed, Finnish instrument) extremely well
†Good judge of character
†Easily hides pain/discomfort
†Self defense

Habits:
†Listens to soft music when she’s stressed
†Takes a shower twice every day
†Periodically checks her watch to tell when it’s near sunset
†ALWAYS avoids looking people in the eyes
†Steps over the cracks on sidewalks

†Appearance:†

Skin Color: Slightly pink skin but still quite pale
Hair Color: Light blonde with strawberry blond and mousy brown lo-lights; short, straight, asymmetrically cut
Eye Color: Hazel-green
Build: Skinny, a little lanky
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Just pierced ears, a few scars from battles with other wolves, but they aren’t very noticeable and most are on her chest. Even the wounds from her first attack, the one that changed her, no longer scar her body.
Choice of Clothing: Meadhbh usually wears darker clothes that don’t show dirt or grime. She likes shorter dresses or tank tops and shorts, things that are easy to slip on and off. When she is out of her house in the city, she almost always wears jackets, either her leather one, or her favorite trench.
Wolf Appearance: Her wolf form is as unassuming as her human form. Meadhbh’s pelt is a dark grey, streaked with snatches of light brown, and it is fairly soft to the touch. On her muzzle there is a lighter grey line of fur that runs from between her eyes to the tip of her nose. Her claws are a plain black, except for one on her back left paw, it is instead an ivory.
Other: Meadhbh wears little makeup, sometimes eye shadow and waterproof mascara, but other than that she has a natural look. She also doesn’t wear jewelry too often, but she does have two dog-tags that she always wears on a strong chain, one with medical information about her epilepsy and the other simply stating: Werewolf.

†History:†

History: Meadhbh doesn’t remember much from her childhood. She knows that she was born in London, her family rarely traveled (sometimes to France or Ireland for vacation), and she went to a private school. She was very close with her father; he would always pick her up after school. But she was never too fond of her sister, and her mother was always traveling (she worked as a saleswoman for some makeup company).

Her teenage years seemed to be the worst. This was when she got diagnosed with epilepsy, but it was a little late and they had trouble getting it under control, even with the best medicines. Her father also left during this time to serve in the military and died in battle. Meadhbh was still not too close to the rest of her family, so she stayed isolated in her room when she could.

Meadhbh was soon graduated from high school, but her condition was getting steadily worse and restricted her from being able to attend college. So she was still stuck at home and miserable as ever. Even though she was 18 now, she had a very sad social life and stayed indoors most of the time. On the rare occasion that she would go outside (usually to do errands for her mother) she would get looks and children would point, shouting “Vampire!”. She resented the name, but never showed it.

She decided to leave home after dark once and the saying ‘once bitten, forever shy’ suddenly applied to her. Meadhbh had never been afraid of the dark before, in fact she loved it, but tonight she felt a little apprehensive about going out. This didn’t stop her though; she just brought a flashlight along with her to sooth her nerves.

The nearby park attracted her interest that night and she figured it would be a nice place to walk, among the trees, in the dark and private shadows. Little did she know that another being was occupying those shadows, but they were there to find prey. Unfortunately for Meadhbh, she got much too close to the beast and it couldn’t resist a fresh meal. Of course, she had no chance against the werewolf and it had her on the ground, ripping at her with its claws.

She would have screamed, but she was so scared that her throat had seemed to have closed up and she could only squeak. Then a seizure, triggered by stress, gripped her, and she was completely incapacitated (she thinks this explains the closeness of her seizures to her transformations). Thankfully (or is unfortunately?), she lived; the wolf was scared off by the sound of a car crash nearby and it never returned.

Her mother soon came to find her, very concerned that she had been gone for an hour, and called an ambulance to pick her up, just before passing out at the sight her mangled daughter. Meadhbh was taken to the emergency room and had to stay in the ICU for a week while her wounds started to heal, she was then moved into the regular unit and they watched her for another two weeks to make sure that all of the stitches held. Eventually they sent her home, wrapped up in bandages, along with pain meds and antibiotics.

After all of that, she became even more isolated, if that was even possible. She rarely left her room, usually only to go the bathroom or get food, and she became even more distant with her mother and sister. Then, a week later her mother died of a stroke. She had only been 48. This forced Meadhbh to grow a close relationship with Camille, her sister; it was hard for both of them to cope on their own. But unknown to them, the worst was yet to come.

That month at the full moon Meadhbh went through her first transformation. Just before it happened she had a fit of seizures. Her sister was holding her down, trying to keep her from hurting herself, when Meadbh started to change. She suddenly stopped seizing and screamed at the top of her lungs; her body felt like it was being ripped apart, it was exquisite pain. Camille tried to comfort her, telling her she was okay, but then fur started to erupt all over Meadhbh’s body and Camille ran from the room.

Meanwhile Meadhbh was only vaguely aware of what was going on, all she was sure about was that she was in pain and something was happening to her body. A minute later, her body was still buzzing with pain but now she felt angry, blindly and unjustifiably infuriated. After that she could remember nothing, as if she had blacked out, but then when she came to, she was laying naked in their front room. She staggered to her feet and was dismayed at the state of the house; the entire room was destroyed, furniture ripped to pieces, picture frames and vases broken on the floor, in the hall, there were long, ragged gashes in the wall.

Meadhbh got to the kitchen and could hear crying coming from a cupboard. She opened it slowly, and Camille let out a terrified shriek before seeing her bedraggled, naked sister standing there, not the horrible beast from earlier. They spent the next few hours talking and cleaning up the house and ultimately agreed that, as hard as it was for them to believe, Meadhbh had become a werewolf. They spent the next few days turning the basement of the house into, essentially, a prison that Meadhbh would go to during the full moon.

For about the next 50 years the system they had put to protect them and their secret worked perfectly, but then Camille died. She was 76 and Meadhbh barely looked a day over 25 at 73. Meadhbh didn’t go to the funeral, only arranged it and paid for the services with what little money Camille had left for her. A month later, Meadhbh was in a very bad spot; she had no money and sold her body a few times a week just to get by, she also developed a nasty drinking habit and woke up almost every morning with a hangover.

This all ended one night when she was waiting for a ‘client’ in a dirty hotel room. A very well dressed man came into the room and introduced himself as Morrison Whelan. Meadhbh just stared at him distantly, being very drunk that night, then started to strip for him in a disturbingly mechanical sort of way. But he stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder, and made her sit. He then proceeded to explain that he was a fellow werewolf and had been watching her for some time. Morrison said that he could help her straighten her life out. They soon set up an arrangement in which he would help her deal with her condition, stop drinking, and he would give her a small sum of money every month. In return, she gave him her company.

This agreement has only been discontinued in the past 30 years and now Meadhbh has enough money to support herself for quite a long time, considering that she doesn’t need to use it often anymore. She and Morrison are good friends and he still gives her tips on how to deal with her werewolf half and sometimes trains her. Yet, to this day she has not found out who he really is. He keeps his past hidden in the shadows and will only reveal to her what has happened to him since being bitten. Meadhbh doesn’t mind though, he is the best thing to ever have happened to her.

Mother/Father: Silvia Cannen / Hester Destry
Siblings: One older sister, Camille, now long dead
Offspring: None
Other: Meadhbh still lives in the house that she grew up in, except very much alone now, except for an occasional stray cat that she brings inside. The house is located somewhere near Hyde Park, along a dilapidated side road.

†RP example:†

The sun was rising slow, too slow for Meadhbh in fact. She hated the dark and unfortunately the nights in the city seemed to last very long. Currently, she sat in her favorite rocking chair beside her bedroom window with her knees pulled up against her chest, staring out at the sky. It was only 5 in the morning, but she was always awake around this time of day, she liked to see the sun come up every morning, as if to reassure herself that it was going to happen. She glanced over at the floor lamp next to her chair then lifted up a hand to turn it off; the sunrise was better experienced when her surroundings were dark.

Meadhbh leaned forward, putting a hand onto the window, and pressed her nose onto the glass as an orange glow rose over the trees that blocked her view of the horizon. The smallest smile lit up her lips, feeling the warmth of the sun creep onto her face. She had a feeling that today was going to be good day, maybe better than usual. These thoughts were happily distracting her when she felt a slight pressure on her shoulder.

Casually, she turned to look for what was touching her and jumped, flinging her arms in the air at seeing a hand there. Loud guffawing erupted from behind her and she swung around to find Morrison holding his chest and laughing at the ceiling.

“Oh, you are too easy,” he sighed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Meadhbh glared at him and he quickly turned serious, saying: “But you really need to learn to how pay more attention, I could have killed you.”

The two weres stared at each other for a second longer then they both burst out laughing. “You suck,” Meadhbh grinned, jumping to her feet and throwing a punch at his gut.

Morrison easily moved away from her fist then grabbed it and twisted her arm around until it was pressed up against her back. “Oh, you do need some training,” he chuckled, kissing her ear. He gently let her go and she stepped back, smiling broadly.

“Yes,” she muttered, “but I don’t want to today, I just want to relax.”

He shook his head then reached out and ruffled her hair. “You always say that,” he said, rolling his eyes, “and it’s near the full moon, Meadhbh. You need to train.”

Meadhbh groaned and turned her eyes toward the window, crossing her arms. “I suppose you’re right,” she looked back at Morrison and shrugged.

“Good,” he patted her on the head, “meet me in the park in… an hour.”

Morrison gave her a toothy grin then went to the window and pulled it open. “Be there, alright? Other wise I’ll drag you.” He jumped onto the sill then disappeared onto the street below, two stories down.

Heaving a sigh, Meadhbh started to get ready for the day. She took a shower, but it was cold; the water heater seemed to be broken. Then she got dressed, in a simple grey t-shirt and dark jeans. Afterward, she had a breakfast of toast and almost raw bacon, so that she could still taste the blood in it. All of this only took about 30 minutes, so she decided to just relax and play her guitar for a while.

She didn’t keep an eye on the clock and when next she got up to check the time, an hour had passed. “Shhhh-it…” she muttered, before snatching up a jacket and dashing out the door. She was at the park in a matter of minutes and once there, she saw Morrison leaning against a stout oak tree, smoking a cigarette.

“Finally here!” he said, lifting his free hand into the air. “Let’s get to work then.”

“What are we doing?” Meadhbh asked, pulling her jacket closed against a chilly wind.

“Sparing,” he replied, smiling and tossing his smoke to the ground. “conditioning you. You’re starting to get a little weak. Now, strip, please.”

“What?” Meadhbh snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why?”

“Come on, you’re used to it, aren’t you?” he teased, grinning, “Seriously though, it’s to make you stronger. I know you hate when it’s cold outside, so why not kill two birds with one stone and fight naked?”

“I am not getting naked out here,” she protested, buttoning up her jacket as if to prove this.

Morrison sighed, “Fine, then, just leave on your underwear.”

Meadhbh stared at him for a moment longer then slipped off her jacket. “I’m only doing this ‘cause I trust you, even though it sounds ridiculous.”

Morrison only grinned, and then in a matter of seconds stripped himself of all his clothes, to stand completely naked before her. Meadhbh stopped pulling down her pants to stand straight and look at him, lifting an eyebrow. “You have no modesty, do you?”

His grin spread even wider than she thought possible and he put his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out. “Modesty is for the weak, my darling Mavy.”

Meadhbh rolled her eyes before bending down to take her pants all the way off. Now in just her skimpies, she faced the absolutely bare Morrison, both waiting for the other to attack first. He glanced down at his crotch then back up to his student with a look that said ‘Do not touch.’ Meadhbh only chuckled before launching herself at Morrison, growling through clenched teeth.

Morrison stepped easily out of her way and she fell forward onto the ground, landing on her hands. She felt her teacher’s hands around her neck the very next second and she let out a sigh. “Again?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said enthusiastically, patting her on the head, “and faster this time.”

They continued to duel for the next 3 hours, but Meadhbh didn’t feel like she was getting any stronger or any better at defending herself. After an intense session of wrestling, they finally stopped; Morrison letting her out of a tight hold around her waist. She dropped onto the ground, staring up at her trainer, and blew her bangs from in front of her face. He smiled down at her and held out his hand for her to take. She stared at the hand for a moment then took it and let him pull her to her feet.

“Good job,” he said seriously, putting a hand on her back, “you’re getting… good.”

“Right,” Meadhbh shook her head then grabbed her clothes up.

“Oh, Meadhbh,” he chuckled, pulling on his pants. “you need to lighten up a little.”

She only shrugged and swiftly yanked on her clothes. When they were both fully clothed, Morrison sauntered over to her then stood before her, rocking on his heels with his hands in his pockets. “Hungry?” he asked, smiling.

“For what?” she sounded a bit suspicious.

“Steak sounds good to me…” he said, rubbing his chin, “do you know how to cook?”

“Yeah,” Meadhbh replied, grinning soflty.

“Bring me to your abode then!” Morrison said enthusiastically, clapping her on the back and making her grin even wider.

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HOORAY. This seems like an interesting character, and the bio was well written. Though just a thing to note - werewolves on RoO do not have to change with the full moon, they usually change of their own free will. It is just their wolf parts are heightened during the full moon. But I suppose the inexperienced were may not be able to control the werewolf...ism as well as they could. So y'know, just to keep that in mind.. ahah. ANYWAY, you're character is accepted. WHOO. Welcome to RoO and enjoy your RPing.