Name: Allie Tremblay
Gender: Female
Species: Were-Rat
Age: 23
Appearance: Allie is mixed race, her father a French Canadian were-rat, her mother Cree. She's 5'1 and chubby, wide faced and favours her Cree herritage with dusky copper skin. Wide faced with suspicious brown eyes and red/brown hair, long but most often coiled up in a bun. Allie usually wears a wine coloured leather jacket, bold printed leggings and stompy boots.
In her rat form, Allie is ferociously large for a rat, which is... still kinda miniscule. She's got glossy red brown fur like her hair and measures a foot from nose to rump with another six inches of tail. Oddly enough, her eyes are gold, surrounded by a darker brown fur, with a diamond of the same colour on her left shoulder.
Background: Allie was born and raised in Thunder Bay Ontario to a French Canadian father, Francoise Tremblay and Cree mother Monica Cutarm. She was a distracted child. She always felt as though her magnetic north lay elsewhere, as though some force were drawing her away from her home. From her life. That pull only grew stronger when she had her first transformation at 14. That was an awkward conversation with her father, when he had to explain their heritage as were-rats. If nothing else, it dramatically improved her flexibility and sense of smell as she began to adjust to the realities of a dubiously controllable ability to shapeshift. She has a passion for gymnastics, which turned into an avid interest in street running. A way to focus and banish that pull. For a time at least. As well, she loves to cook, learning to make Tourtierre and pâté with her father and experimenting with traditional Cree dishes that she learned from her maternal grandmother. At twenty, the pull became too much and she left her home to follow it, eventually winding up in Valesport where the pull has lessened somewhat. She often feels as though she can hear singing while she walks the streets, but has settled into a comfortable life, running a small restaurant specialising in pies of all kinds and an eclectic blend of French Canadian food with some Cree favourites. Werewolves loyalty and inexplicable love for pemmican has kept her pretty safe thus far. To say nothing of a rat's prodigious ability to Get the Hell Out of Dodge.
Gender: Female
Species: Were-Rat
Age: 23
Appearance: Allie is mixed race, her father a French Canadian were-rat, her mother Cree. She's 5'1 and chubby, wide faced and favours her Cree herritage with dusky copper skin. Wide faced with suspicious brown eyes and red/brown hair, long but most often coiled up in a bun. Allie usually wears a wine coloured leather jacket, bold printed leggings and stompy boots.
In her rat form, Allie is ferociously large for a rat, which is... still kinda miniscule. She's got glossy red brown fur like her hair and measures a foot from nose to rump with another six inches of tail. Oddly enough, her eyes are gold, surrounded by a darker brown fur, with a diamond of the same colour on her left shoulder.
Background: Allie was born and raised in Thunder Bay Ontario to a French Canadian father, Francoise Tremblay and Cree mother Monica Cutarm. She was a distracted child. She always felt as though her magnetic north lay elsewhere, as though some force were drawing her away from her home. From her life. That pull only grew stronger when she had her first transformation at 14. That was an awkward conversation with her father, when he had to explain their heritage as were-rats. If nothing else, it dramatically improved her flexibility and sense of smell as she began to adjust to the realities of a dubiously controllable ability to shapeshift. She has a passion for gymnastics, which turned into an avid interest in street running. A way to focus and banish that pull. For a time at least. As well, she loves to cook, learning to make Tourtierre and pâté with her father and experimenting with traditional Cree dishes that she learned from her maternal grandmother. At twenty, the pull became too much and she left her home to follow it, eventually winding up in Valesport where the pull has lessened somewhat. She often feels as though she can hear singing while she walks the streets, but has settled into a comfortable life, running a small restaurant specialising in pies of all kinds and an eclectic blend of French Canadian food with some Cree favourites. Werewolves loyalty and inexplicable love for pemmican has kept her pretty safe thus far. To say nothing of a rat's prodigious ability to Get the Hell Out of Dodge.
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