Name: Odval Balorma
Age: 18
Species: Werewolf
Bio: Odval is a Mongolian immigrant, hired by a lord of the town of Revere to be a maid. Uknown to her, the lord was a werewolf. During a walk through the woods, she heard what sounded to be a pack of wolves. Odval was hardly afraid, her eccentric master paid her well, so she could afford a pistol for her own protection. From the thick brush to the right of the walk path, a lanky form rushed out, leaping with jaws wide open to rip out her throat. The wolf-like creature caught a bullet in the skull, knocking it unconcious; unfortunately for the small asian woman, it landed atop her, its teeth sinking into her left shoulder. The full moon stirred the infection immediatly, Odval could feel her heartbeat racing and her entire body burning with pain. In a sudden burst of strength she threw the knocked out creature off. Getting to her knees she sobbed uncontrollably; drawing the attention of a nearby man from the town. Letting out an earpiercing scream, which morped into a frenzied roar as he body twisted into something similar to the thing she had shot. A new beast was unleashed upon the town, and quickly chased off by a militia of men. Upon waking she would find herself dazed and sore; not to mention naked as well, save for a green amulet from her original home.

Human Form:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v7...animegirl6.jpg
Wolf form:http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...by_hibbary.jpg
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Odval gasped and sat up when she regained conciousness. The last 9 hours were a blur, and the suroundings dark and unfamiliar. Shakily, she rose to her feet and wandered towards a light coming from further down the tunnel; she assumed it was a tunnel since she could feel cold stone upon her feet. As she moved to begin walking her feet could feel something cold and moist, looking at the source, she found a trail of blood leading to where she had laid, up to a dead brown bear, which appeared to have its throat ripped out, and several chunks ripped out of its gut. THe scene was too much, she instantly keeled over, vomiting on the ground. Once her stomach stopped churning from disgust she screamed at the top of her lungs in confusion and terror. The spot she had been bitten was completely healed, leaving only a scar. Odval ran from the cave in terror, the shock of her predicament leaving her unaware that she was covered in dried blood. The sound of a horse nearby attracted her attention, she continued to scream "Help! Please!". Her English speaking skills were not too advanced, a child's level at the most. RUnning blindly was hazardous, Odval found herself falling into a river. Unfortunately, she couldn't even swim, and wound up flailing and trying to keep herself afloat.