Ren Elizabeth DeLouis

[Razor]

Pray for Survival
Ren's always been on her own. Never been someone to behave. Always running away to escape the fears of being a slave to herself.

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Is she alright? She'll be fine. Sweetie, can you hear me? Wake up."
The only thing that I can think right now is that my head hurts like hell and these annoying women will not stop talking. I just want to sleep and they keep wanting me to wake up. I don't want to. Not here. Not now. I know what happened. I know what's going on. I also happen to know they if they keep on sticking me with needles, they might find something out... Especially if one of them is pure silver. Is that why my arm tingles? Ugh. Stupid people. "I'm up.."
Fantastic! Now, if you could just fill some things out, that would be wonderful.
Annoying old cow.

What is your name? "Haven't I told you already? My name is Ren. Ren Elizabeth DeLouis."
I suppose you are a... "A girl. Yes. One hundred percent female."
How old are you, sweetheart? Old enough to know better. "Eighteen."
What's your nationality? "Spanish." Werewolf.
What blood type are you? "Er.. O Positive." Dire Demon.
Any family? "Huh. None that are important."
Location? Where do you live? Wolf and Human Realm.. Um.. Yeah, I own a farm that raises wolves."
Do you remember what you look like? "Yes.. I have dark brown hair that comes down to my shoulders and sort of frames my face. My skin is tanned all year 'round because of my Spanish decent. My eyes are something that I still don't understand. For the most part they are a chocolate brown, but other times they get gold flecks in them. Most of the time, though, I ignore it. My hair's usually down whenever I'm walking around and straight. It's easier to deal with. Last time I checked, I was about five foot-six inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds." In wolf? Oh, why thank you for asking. My fur is dark brown, just like my hair. My eyes get more gold and I have a scar here and there. You can see them on my skin now, too.
Your personality is.. well.. "Off? I figured it might be. I'm usually very outgoing whenever I'm in a good mood, but I can also be secluded whenever something bad has happened... Sort of like now. I don't enjoy being alone. So, I'm not sure what I'm doing by going out alone anyway. I like being cheerful, but I'm a realist. Not everything in this world is rainbows and butterflies and I, for one, am not one to go around being positive whenever it's obvious that everyone wants people to shut up... Kinda like I want you to.. A wolf? Oh, well, dear, I'm rather mean. I'm constantly hungry and full of energy. I always want to run and get away from it all. I don't like packs. Anyone who gets in my way gets hurt. That's how I live. Groups are not my thing.
Do you remember anything from your past? "Yes.. But I don't really want to talk about it." I grew up in a fine town. Everything was fantastic. I had everything that I could ever want. A good home, a great family, an older brother that did anything and everything to protect me and, well, you know how this tragic story goes. I found out something I didn't want to. We really did live on a farm raising wolves to send back into the wild. But this time, it was different. I found a wolf that seemed to be going mad and he was. He bit me. Hard. I still have the scar on my forearm. After that, I experienced extreme pain in that same spot. Rabies? Not likely. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream... I wanted to stay completely silent. So I ran. And I ran. And I... changed. I was furry. Of course I'd read about werewolves but I never believed them to be real. Not until I was one. The change hurt. Incredibly so. I wanted to die. In fact, I tried to. Plenty of times. Then I learned to deal with the pain. I also learned that silver is the enemy and that I heal quickly. That's where I am now. As a wolf, I'm the complete opposite of what I am as a human. I like it more. I'm tougher. Stronger. Wiser. Better.

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Tell me more: "Like?"
Like, your sexuality. "I'm straight."
Is that your natural hair color? "Yes."
How daring are you? "Quite."
Do you have any hobbies? "Yes. Sports, drawing, singing, dancing."
Anything annoy you? "Yes.. You."
What are your talents? "Soccer and being able to sing and dance. I may enjoy drawing, but I'm not that great. Also, my memory isn't too shabby."
What do you like in someone of the opposite sex? "This and that. It's really none of you business."

Does she ever shut up?
Favorite food? "Italian."
Favorite movie? "I don't have one."
Favorite band / artist? "Band? Probably Nickelback. Artist? Avril Lavigne."
Favorite drink? "Anything that has alcohol in it."
You're a little young to be drinking. How old are you again? "Twenty-one."
Favorite school subject? "Gym."
Favorite Spice Girl? "Uh. Sporty."
Favorite tv show? "Nine-oh-two-one-oh."
Favorite holiday and season? "Halloween and fall."
Favorite word? "Bitch."
Favorite famous dead person? "Marilyn Monroe."
Favorite time of day? "Night."
Favorite color? "Dark green."
Favorite toy? "Would you like me to say a fucking chew toy?"

Oh make her stop!
What career will you go into? "Lawyer."
If you could have three wishes, what would they be? "To get away from you, have a normal life, and die."
Have anyone special in your life? "HA!"
Well, I'm almost done. Anything else you'd like to tell me? "Get the hell out of my face!" I'm a werewolf. An outcast. A freak. Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. You don't know anything.

I'm not real. I'm not real. I'm not real. I'm not real. There are only a few things in the world that are real. And what isn't... just isn't. I'm not. I can't be. My lungs fill with icy air, causing my throat to close and me to go rigid, but I keep running. I can't stop. It'd be impossible. Besides, I really don't even want to. I like it. The rush of everything being combined into one. With each tender kiss that my feet give to the earth, the more I feel connected with it. I want to be part of it. I want to feel the pulse of the earth's very core run through my veins and push life into my own heart. I want to believe that I can, but I know I can't. Impossible, isn't it? I believe that it is, but I don't want to. I want to fly. Right now. I want to be lifted from the very ground itself and soar through the sky and... And I know I can't. I find my direction changing as I lose myself in my surroundings. I rush for the rock outcrop. The boulder that juts out over a crevice in the earth. I run for it and I can't stop even though I know that there is no way I can survive leaping from the edge, but I want to. Oh, I want to fly. So badly... Desperately. I want it and... I jump. I take faith into my own hands and I leave the boulder behind me as I soar through the air and fly and I change. The sun drops behind the horizon and I shift into what I am: A monster. The sound of bones cracking, clothes taring, and my soft scream of pain fills the icy air. My breath puffs in front of my face and I feel my eyes begin to cross and that's it. The next thing I feel is the cool snow beneath me and my world is silent.

Moments later I am awakened by the sound of a small rabbit leaping across earth and crunching the snow beneath it's tiny feet. I groan as I lean, but I stop for a moment. I am enjoying my current place. I like where I am at right now. The cool now soothing the side of my face and body. I want to drift off to sleep, let myself relax, but I can't. The stomach has always been the strongest part of the body. Not the mind, not the heart could overpower the stomach. It's horrible. I push up from the side, my paw reaching out and grasping the ground with my dark claws. I wrench myself up and feel my new muscles flex as I push myself from the ground and stand. My golden eyes narrow and I stare into the eyes of another creature. My dinner. A smile would flash across my face if I was human. A cruel, sick, demented smile. My tongue rolled from my mouth and ran across my lips. I didn't feel the usual softness, I felt whiskers and fur. I felt moisture bead there on my lips as I stared at the jumping animal. The animal that was completely unaware of what was about to happen to it. My lips pulled away from my teeth as a sound came from my throat that didn't sound like my voice. A growl. A threatening and haunting growl. The type of sound that most would flee from at the sound of. Something that belonged in horror movies. That's all I was. A horror character. I didn't care. I was hungry. So hungry.

Another snarl ripped through the air from my stomach and I charged after the animal. My muscles propelled me forward, my claws taring into the ground to continue my speed. It only took seconds. Even though the rabbit is a fast animal, it couldn't outrun me. Not anyone in my family. Not my bloodline. Not my pack. Not my breed. A grin flashed over my eyes in complete satisfaction as I rested in the snow, licking my lips as I continue to chomp on my prey. Blood stains the satin snow red, sending a honeysuckle sweet smell into the air that is sure to attract other predators. It does as I knew it would. Turning my head to the scavenging fox that dares to approach, I let out another warning growl to said creature as a warning to back off. "Mine." The words come out without much notice. All I know is that I am a savage creature chopping on a fine snack at the moment. But as my stomach begins to settle, my mind starts back to working alone once more. I am thinking more often then I used to. Is that a sign that I'm gaining more control? No. Not at all. I know it's not, but I still would like to think that I am growing in control of myself. I grumbled once more, knowing that the fox was still lurking around and waiting for me to get up and leave my prey. I begin to gnaw on the bone and suck the juices from them as I hold one in my mouth. Another few moments and I am finished with my kill and I am back to thinking.

Am I really a monster?[/size]

[.::Kate::.]

OOC: This was amazing, the character's personality, dang.
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