NAMARI LOVELLE - WEREWOLF

[NAMARI LOVELLE]

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Playby: Amelia Warner
Name: Namari Lovelle
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthday: April 4th
Hometown: Littlebay, Canada
Allegiance: None
Height: 5"5
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Fashion Style:

Typically she is found wearing jeans and a t-shirt, sometimes including a slightly baggy sweater she favors. Her shirts are plain, and her jeans are either average jeans or tight. Namari wears a basically destroyed pair of sneakers.

Appearance:

Namari has never cared much about her appearance. Never cared about makeup, never cared about what clothes she wore. And in sangvene, it's the least of her problems. Her hair is often slightly wavy, either let down or tied up in a ponytail. Her nails are usually short from biting on them, and she has a scar on her left shoulder. Being in sangvene has made her a little bit stronger, making her look more fit than she used to.

History:

Namari was the quiet child. Born a werewolf, in a very small town. She grew up fairly normal, as if she were just a regular girl. Her town was a town with mostly werewolves, which made her accustomed to the life. But when the world was revealed to have supernaturals, her parents thought it best to move away. She was only a baby, so it did not really affect her.

They lived as humans did, pretending to be human. She made friends with human children, went to school, and everything was fine. They lived in Littlebay, a town in the middle of a large forest. Namari would sneak out in the night, and run around the forest as a wolf. Her instinct to kill grew stronger as she grew older, and that was the only thing that kept it relatively calm. Once she was ten, Namari did not want anything to do with humans. Not for any reason, she would just rather be with her own kind. Feel free.

When the treaty was signed, her parents came out to their friends and told them they weren't human. With that, they were ignored. Her parents couldn't get jobs, people would ignore them entirely, and Namari was bullied at school. The poor twelve year old did not know what to do with herself. The once kind, helpful young girl turned sour. She was never violent, she would run away before that point happened. But she would yell, and scream. Curse and swear. Her behavior got slightly better once camp sangvene was open. She did not want to leave her parents.

It got worse once she hit high school. By this time, Namari was more quiet. She did not trust anyone, savor her parents. And although the teachers treated her like a normal student, any human student would pester the supernatural kids at school. Including Namari. She ignored it fine, running off into the forest whenever she was at breaking point. Until one day, she snapped.

Why they were convicted:

It was a typical day at school. The kids behind her would throw erasers, or paper at the back of her head. She would ignore it, and rush to her next class. The kids knew they could get away with it, because of the camp, and because Namari never did anything about it. She didn't really care. It was typical bullying. Nothing more, nothing less.

One day, while walking home at night, a group of guys followed her. One of the wise guys tripped her. She was irritated, but stood up. Namari flipped them off, and continued walking. Mad, one of the boys took a pocket knife out. He opened it and threw the blade. Namari, wearing a simple tank top, had her shoulder sliced open by the blade. It flew past her head and she stopped dead. Sure, people had slapped her. Pushed her. Tripped her. But they never drew blood. And for some reason she was extremely angry. She turned right around and changed into a wolf, attacking the group.

Needless to say most of them died, some died rather quickly, and Namari was scared. She rushed home, and her parents were baffled. Soon the HEROS initiative were knocking at their door. Knowing it was no use, Namari left with them.

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

She was instantly distrustful of everyone at the camp. Often she was attacked, other times ignored. She wanted nothing to do with any of the gangs. Often she would get her food by finding it. Sometimes she would steal. But Namari tries her best to get by, wanting nothing more but to get out of this hell.

She will often stay in the bathrooms, as disgusting as they might be. Sure, her heightened sense of smell might make it even worse for her, but she knows that not many people willingly hang out there. She tries her best to avoid people, anyone at all. Namari is just trying to last until she can leave.

Personality:

Namari is easily annoyed. She ignores others often, and tries her best to avoid people. Namari is quiet, but can have wise ideas. They are often left unsaid though, because she has no one to talk to. Her idea is to distance herself to stay alive.

Namari can have a hot temper at times, as she is unable to go running as much anymore. Despite her attack on the group of boys one year ago, she doesn't like violence. She does not like hurting, or killing people. It makes her feel incredibly guilty.

Likes:

• Her sweater
  
• Running around in the forest
  
• Being completely alone
  
• Fresh air
  
• Hot meals
  
• Video games
  
• Tea
  
• Purple
  

Dislikes:

• Other people
  
• Cheese
  
• Feeling like a prisoner
  
• Coffee
  
• Humans
  
• Little kids
  
• Homework
  
• Camp Sangveve
  

Skills:

• The typical werewolf skills, heightened senses and can change into a wolf
  
• Namari is a fairly quick runner
  
• She is fairly strong
  

Weaknesses:

• She hates fighting, and typically doesn't really know how to
  
• She isn't very good on her feet, easily tripping and running into things
  
• Namari is allergic to a certain type of pollen, and when her allergies act up her senses are significantly weaker
  
• As all werewolves, she is severely allergic to silver and easily killed by vampire venom
  

Interesting Factoids:

• Often makes overly dramatic facial expressions
  
• Namari has always had the bad habit of biting her nails, even more so now
  
• She tries to avoid running into others, but fate hates her and she often meets hostile people
  

Possessions:

The only thing she really cares for is her sweater. Her parents got it for her fifteenth birthday. It is plain, baggy. The black sweater has a zipper at the front, and a hood. The sleeves almost go past her fingertips if she doesn't roll them up.

Other:

She feels like her true form is her wolf form, but she doesn't stay in it very much.
Namari won't trust others easily at all. But when she trusts someone, she trusts them completely.

Your Alias: Jess