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Ulrica "Ula" Kokinos

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Age┊Twenty Three
Gender┊Female
Sexuality┊Heterosexual
Species┊Lycanthrope

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Appearance
Ulrica has fine brown locks that fall just past her rib cage, shaved on the right side (something that had originally been done as a punishment that she kept around). Her skin though pale for what it could be still holds a permanent sunkissed tan, hinting to the color she could get in the sun. The woman stands about five foot-three with a slender build, though from the tension of muscle under her skin, there's no way to think she was weak, but more wasn't fed as much as she should be.

She has large, steel grey eyes that are ringed by a darker, nearly black-grey. A single white scar frames the left side of her face, grazing her flesh from her temple to nearly the corner of her mouth; it had been both a warning and a taunt, having been told that they didn't want to mare that beautiful face she had too much, but still reminding her that she were nothing but a monster.

The rest of her body is littered with scar, large and small, some clearly having been large gashes that didn't get proper treatment while she healed. There were brandings on her as well, many were clearly the Lazrus crest as well as the crests of the families that "upheld" the purpose of Lazrus.
Around her neck is what appears to be a shock collar like you would find on household dogs, though this one was designed to be able to keep the woman in check. Should it be discovered that Ulrica is not doing as she is told, it is able to deliver a shock stron enough to knock the werewolf out.

Personality
Though she holds within her the strength of an alpha, in can be hard to tell when the woman seems to almost cower away from thsoe that approach her. Her past and present with the main house has left her skiddish around others, not sure just what would upset them. Rather than dealing with the pain of punishment, the woman is often silent, simply doing as she's told to a point.

Her wolfish personality is still there though, stubborn like her father and proud as a werewolf should be, though it seems to comes in spurts and at the right moment to get her in trouble. She longs for the pack, though she doesn't fully realize it. Ulrica is known to fall for the smallest kindest one bestows upon her, as it is a rare thing for her to get. Many seemed to have picked up on this for it's not uncommon for the Main House to send people to "befriend" the werewolf, only to use them as a tool of betrayal, using them to serve the woman's next punishment.

Fiercly loyal to those that she does consider as close, she not only listens but will fight to the end for them. Though she was raised to be a pack leader, it seems that the Lazrus has all but made a follower out of the woman.

It's still there though; the resentment she has for the main house, for the people that were put in charge to protect their kind. "Ula", the name meant "pet wolf" and was given to her by the main house; she loathes the nickname for they gave it to her to humiliate her, telling her that her given name was not suiting enough.

When she's allowed out, usually to do the dirty work of the main house, Ulrica is able to expand her boundaries. She can be brash and reckless, acting before thinking things through. Though tucked away for so long, she's able to rely on her instincts, often recalling her father and words of wisdom he would often give her growing up.

When not among the members of the main house, the woman is loud and outspoken. Though, she has to be willing to stand up for herself without a second thought as many view her as the lap dog of the main house, though none had ever tried to save her from the servitude. She's more than aware that it's against her will and defends that.

Hot headed, things usually start to get out of hand when the death of her pack is brought up, especially if people decide to say she had become a disgrace to her father. Such things being said even cause her to lash out at main house members, breaking the woman from her usual silent, docile nature.

Though she fears the main house and continues to fall for her tricks, there's a part of her that wants to get away, to rebuild what was lost and to seek revenge for her entire pack. Those feelings have been forever buried within the woman, for how could one have the confidence to do such a thing when they can't even remove a simple collar?

Powers/Abilities
As a pureblood werewolf, Ulrica has two different wolf forms. She has a wolf form, her size being that of an extra large dog breed rather than that of a normal wolf as well as a half wolf form which takes her usual five foot three height and presses her close to seven feet tall.

She possesses the abilities standard for you standard werewolf including enhanced senses, speed, stamina, strength and regeneration. She is also able to commincate with other canines, which has been something to help keep them from giving away that she wasn't human on the rare occassion.

Inherited from her father, she also possesses the ability of semi-immortality. While she does not appear to age, it does not mean she is actually immortal, but her life span can be ended through mortal wounds that would normally kill her kind.

Weapons/Equipment
Ulrica does not use weapons nor any special equipment in combat, not just because the main house has never dared to give her one, but the werewolf is enough of a weapon on her own. The smaller, staggling packs that formed (dispersed from larger ones after the slaughter of the Manhattan pack) seem to avoid the woman, her lycanthropic forms larger than their own due to her genetics and strong blood line that dates back to the time of the Greeks.

Biography
Ulrica was the eldest child to the Alpha of Manhattan; her father had named her, Ulrica meaning "powerful wolf" and their surname, Kokinos meaning "red" to reflect the color of their true forms. The wolf pack of Manhattan was very well off; either most humans had grown to be unable to see them, or they just didn't seem as concerned about them. Her family, for example, her father was a stock trader and headed his own hedge firm, granted the clients were strictly non-human. Her mother was a fashion designer, her clothes featured in many of the high end clothing stores across the nation. The money, much like with the other wolves, did not go to benefit themselves but the pack as well as to aid in the prosperity of Lazrus.

Lazrus had existed long before her family, but her father boasted that it was their ancestors that also agreed to this land that would be a safe haven for those that were not human. Their pack though, had been located in Manhattan for at least just as long, if not longer and the Kokinos name always seemed to lead the pack as alpha, defeating those that would threaten to take over that task.

Both her father and mother sought to nurture their child to one day take over the pack with the new alpha, he taking on the family name of course. The name Ulrica was not lost on the child for she dominated all the play fights with the other pups her age as well as of those with years over her. The wolves continued to thrive though, at least until those in charge of the well being of Lazrus began to change.

What started as a safe haven was soon growing into a dangerous place for those that weren't human. Though it was rare for normal human to be able to see them, those in charge of Lazrus could and seemed to view those they were supposed to protect as monsters. Her father was an outspoken man when it came to the safety of his pack and would often meet with members of Lazrus to try and reason with the humans to stop their attacks and that they were doing nothing to go against them.

This of course, eventually brought eyes from the main family to the well known pack.

Since they weren't getting anywhere in negotiating with them humans, the Manhattan pack was contemplating on leaving New York all together, as they felt they were safer falling off the radar, if possible, than anything else. They would never get to decide, for soon the powers of the main house and others of Lazrus were upon the pack.

The humans, whom had grew used to attacking and kill various supernatural species were more than well equipped to attack the pack, though that wasn't to say that they had a clear won victory. The fighting went on all through the night, the children having been hidden away for safety with some of the elders, though even they weren't safe.

As numbers fell, some of the elders went to help the pack though their emergence drew attention from some and soon, the hideout of pups and young wolves with elders was discovered. The humans made quick work of the elders before turning their attention to the pups before them. There was no thought to spare children and babies though, for even they were considered monsters in their eyes. As the humans began to attack the helpless young, the remaining adults started pulling from their current fights to try and protect them, a fatal move for many.

A massive red half man was soon before the form of his terrified child, checking on her, running a massive pawed hand over her furred head before turning to the humans that had her cornered. His eyes fell upon the slaughtered children and those that were being killed even as other wolves rushed in. Lips bared in a snarl, he roared at the men, though it was his earlier behavior that would determine his daughter's fate.

These men were from the main house, not one of the local branches that overlooked Manhattan. It took seven of them to finally take down the Alpha, but once they did, their eyes fell to the cowering pup that would have been considered 'red' in the world of normal dogs. The pup looked very much like the massive beast that bled out before them. This one they didn't kill, no, taking in the offspring of the Alpha would be an insult to their kind, especially for what they could use her for. The pup wasn't without her own fight, for despite her shaking, she still bit and clawed at the men as they approached for even as a puppy, she was about the size of a full grown medium sized dog. The men would soon knock the pup out and return with her to the main house, the pack of Manhattan destroyed and a warning issued for it to never return, for no pack would be allowed to settle there.

Years, it had been years since Ulrica was the only survivor of her packs' massacre; if you could call it that, she was a captive. The main house "took her in", for lack of better words. She had been shackled, collared and locked away in a silver cage in some prison cellar below the main house. The main house used her as an attack dog, sending her against her will to attack other supernaturals if they felt they did something wrong; which was of course, quite often.

Ulrica was more than aware of what she was doing and was known to often go against the wishes of the main house, stubborn like her father, the acts would go punished. The scars and brands that littered her body was just one way they punished her; she would go without meals, be forced into her wolf or half wolf form and not allowed to change for weeks at a time. If they were feeilng particularly spiteful, silver in various forms would be placed upon or near her, a favorite being silver powder that they would blow upon her like children would blow glitter from their hands.

Though not accepted by the main house, for to them, she was a monster, even the supernatural world didn't seem to fully accept her for she was the attack dog of the humans. She lived conflicted, not sure what was right anymore. It also didn't help that she was the type to quickly fall for any kindness someone gave her, for it was a rare thing for her to receive. It was something that made her easy to manipulate until she found out that said person was deceiving her as they would be the next to deliver her punishment, with glee of course.

Extra
As a Child of the Moon, Ulrica adores night time; she has often dreamt about howling along his own kind. She loves music, art and stories; not that she's any good at any of it, but it's able to take her away to better places. She loves food, though often tempted by the smells that drift when festivals come to town or even the smells that drift from the kitchen of the main house. She's a simple person that truly enjoys the small pleasures of life, probably because she hasn't been able to enjoy them before.

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