BRAYLAR FAWN: KELPIE

[BRAYLAR FAWN]

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Playby: Avril Lavigne
Name: Braylar Fawn
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Kelpie
Orientation: Asexual
Birthday: April 27th
Hometown: Tal District, Ireland
Allegiance: Herself, for the moment.
Height: Five foot four inches.
Weight: One hundred twenty pounds.
Hair Colour: Blonde.
Eye Colour: Dark brown, nearly black.
Fashion Style:

It varies between what's available, usually it's loose-fitting and easy to move in. Most of the time she just throws things on and they don't always typically match.

Appearance:

Her true form is that of a magnificent horse with a dark coat of soft, short fur. She looks something similar to an Arabian, but not even a horse enthusiast would be able to peg what horse species she is. She stands a little shorter than her human form at five feet 4 inches, but weighs nearly half a ton.

No matter where she is or what form she's in, Braylar has a constant dampness about her body. Water always seems to be dripping from the ends of her hair.

History:

Braylar never saw much of her parents. Or, rather, her mother. When she became about a year old she was left to fend for herself. By that time her true form was fully grown and she was by all means capable of finding her own food source. It wasn't until she was four or five that she began to come into her powers, and she still wasn't capable of luring children or adults into the swamp she claimed reliably until she was thirteen.

Why they were convicted:

Missing persons investigations started when Braylar was seventeen. She had gotten much better at seducing people to her swamp--especially children. The stories of her people had long since been forgotten and the children weren't afraid of her horse form. She had gotten so good at it that she stirred up the local law enforcement.

What she didn't expect was that these people knew what they were doing. It wasn't long before someone figured out what it was that was stealing children and adults and they set a trap. They sent out a young-looking police officer as bait and when she changed to horse form, he grabbed a hold of her bridal.

Several months later after a few escape attempts and a bias trial, she was sentenced to rehabilitation at Camp Sangvene.

Years in the Camp: 1> year
Life in the Camp:

Braylar has unofficially claimed outdoor pool area as her own. She attempted to find a nice pond or marshy area to claim in the woods, but the wolf packs prevented her from claiming any sort of stake on anything out there, so the pool was her next best chance.

When she can--mostly when new inmates arrive or she finds someone incredibly gullible or weak of mind, she'll eat the rest of the inmates. Even most supernaturals can drown. However, if she can't get any prey that way, she sneaks, seduces, and connives her food and supplies from poor saps who find her human form attractive. When that doesn't work, she finds that pure violence normally does.

Personality:

This kelpie tends to have a "higher than thou" outlook on life. She sees herself as better than most other supernaturals, and holds everyone else in contempt. Braylar is abrasive and hardly ever trusts anyone besides herself and prefers to be alone most of the time, resulting to violence and bullying when things don't go her way.

Likes:

• Solidarity
  
• Loud music
  
• Swimming
  
• Small children
  
• Pizza
  
• Crushing foes underfoot
  
• Sunbathing
  
• Ice Cream

Dislikes:

• Goody-two-shoes
  
• Country music
  
• Clingers
  
• People in her way
  
• Loud-mouths
  
• Movies
  
• TV
  
• Large Crowds

Skills:

• Charming people
  
• Faking emotions
  
• Endurance
  
• Brute strength

Weaknesses:

• Keeping commitments
  
• Punctuality
  
• Patience
  
• Tolerance

Interesting Factoids:

• Can stare unblinking at a person or thing for several minutes.
  
• Can be a bit of klepto when it comes to big shiny objects.
  
• Always seems to have her head cocked to one side.

Possessions:

She owns nothing of her own besides some clothes.

Other:

Even when in her horse form she can still communicate rather easily. Her vocal chords aren't like other horses, after all.

Your Alias: Crayola