Natalia Anderson | Skinwalker

[/b][/font]

✧ Nat has a hilarious sense of humor, thus her being a stand-up comedian on occasion.

✧ For being what she is, Nat has a fairly optimistic view on life.

✧ Super protective of those she cares about.



Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ On the romantic front, she comes off a little strong. And by a little, it's a lot.

✦ Overly loyal, tends to be more of a follower than a leader.

✦ Quick temper



[/ul]







Parents: Jennifer and Timothy Anderson {both deceased}

Siblings: 1 brother, Emmanuel {deceased}                                        

Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Michael Henderson (old boyfriend)
History: Much like every other sob story, Natalia's started out the same way. She was the eldest daughter to Jen and Tim Anderson who came from very humble backgrounds. Tim was an accountant and Jen worked in the media, more specifically the local news channel. They didn't have very much, but what they did have they treasured. Most of which was each other, and family always came first in the Anderson household. Even before being changed Nat had some sort of a pack mentality. Every member of the family looked after one another, pulled their own weight, and contributed one way or another. Most of the time, Natalia's job was to look after her little brother, Emmanuel. 

As she grew up, Nat's life became boring. She went to school, graduated, then went to college for a few years. Emmanuel was 5 years younger than Nat, but they still kept in touch even when she was away. One week, Nat's family had gone into an uncharacteristic bout of radio silence. Worried, the girl made her way back home only to find out that her family had been ambushed by, you guessed it, rogue skinwalkers. Their original mission was to simply turn the family, but the Anderson's had put up a fight that just wasn't worth the change. So they killed Nat's parents and brother and had waited for her to come back.

Natalia was ambushed by the rogues, bitten, and left to change on her own accord. It was painful, yet a blur, and when the blonde came to, she was different. The canine she had become was a beautiful white wolf that had carried her blazing green eyes over with the change. At first, she hated herself. She hated the cravings of hearts, of salivating every time she got close to a beating heart when she found herself particularly hungry. She had many a sloppy kills, as well as many near misses with hunters, but with time, and a little bit of sanctuary, Nat started to get a grip on who she was. 

Enter Michael, a dectective with a slew of mental disorders and a reputation for taking in every stray he came across. Nat was in her canine form when Mike found her, mangy and angry, but took her in nonetheless. At this point, Nat had been on her own for about a year, and being with Mike was the healthiest thing she had in a long time. He showed her love and compassion, and didn't even blink twice when she showed him what she really was, because he was a monster too, in his own way. The two did well together, practically falling in love, before tragedy struck again. Mike was in a fatal car accident, dying on impact, and leaving Natalia broken hearted yet again. 

With no one else to turn to, and no where else to go, Nat settled for a job being a bartender at some shandy bar, occasionally doing some stand-up on the weekends in the larger cities. Her working has enabled her to go from living on the streets, to a shady apartment, to a quaint town house. She's still on her own, but also looking for another family to call her own. 









Alias: Nani
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 7+ years spanning from Disney to Supernatural  

Other Characters: None at the moment

RP Sample:
Beasts do not take kindly to cages, to restraints, to commands. They are meant to thrive and to be independent, not someone else's hostage. Even when it's a hostage within one body. Some humans can relate in some form, most considering that beast to be a demon or a vice, clawing at the surface begging to be free. It was tough enough as a normal human, but more intense when one wasn't. Supernaturals always had it rough, mentally anyways. Sure they had extreme speed and agility and unfathomable powers that made them strong, but it was like being trapped inside their heads. The thirst for blood, for hearts, for brains, for murder, for dreams, all of that magnified and intensified. Which is why they've become synonymous with rabid outbreaks and mass slaughtering. They couldn't help it, it was in their nature. 

It was in their design. 

Unfortunately for Natalia, she was no exception. Her design was flawed; forcibly hidden away in order for her to act like a normal civilian. She would get up in the morning, fix some coffee, brush her teeth and get ready, all while trying to avoid looking in the mirror. To avoid seeing that monster looking right back at her, that wolfish grin smiling right back at her. Being what she was was nothing she could help; Natalia was reborn with it literally in her DNA. Her human mind and her wolf mind melded together as one. The whole concept of being part wolf, part human was nothing short of complicated. She was human, but she could always feel her wolf inside pacing back and forth, growling, living, breathing. Normally her wolf would happily settle under the surface, allowing her human to work and have healthy relationships. But like every roommate, the wolf had to be selfish and needy. Which is why every so often she would rage around, leaving Natalia feeling on edge and chomping at the bit for something she never really enjoyed: hearts. 

Not the figurative heart, but a real one. Fresh from the abdominal cavity of a creature, generally mammalian in origin. Ideally human, but she could never bring herself to do such a monstrous act. But like every living being, slip ups happen. Tonight, unfortunately, would be one of them. 

It would've been nearly two weeks since Natalia had hunted. Sure, she had a heart here and there, but having them already dead only did so much. She needed something fresh, something beating or nearly so. She needed to feel the rush, to be the monster that she truly was. Ever since meeting Mike, she had found herself becoming more fascinated with criminals; tracking them down, noticing patterns, all that jazz. Mike had been his own kind of monster, but Nat had enjoyed it. He was broken and special, much like she, and she felt as though she was the only one that could really understand him. He had taken her in, brought her into the folds of his family, the family that Nat hasn't had in a long while. Even if she was just a large dog to him at first, he had shown her kindness and affection. Kindness and affection that only grew when she presented her true self. She, also, found herself missing her lost love more and more every day. 

Anyway, Nat had been keeping an eye on the current reports and complains, much thanks to a friend and her ability to snoop around, and had noticed a string of unsolved rapes and assaults. She'd done her own snooping and narrowed down the list to a few candidates. She would follow them around, watching their behavior, hunting them. A few had already crossed themselves off the list, but one had made himself her prime suspect: a man by the name of Jesse Maganellio. Jesse worked in an autoshop on the outskirts of town with a pretty long rap-sheet. He was charged with a couple of assaults but never convicted, walking the streets a free man and leaving girls to quiver with terror. That was about to end. For earlier that day, Nat had flirted with the guy at her bar and suggested that they meet in the park, into her hunting grounds. That's where she was heading now. 

Her snow-white paws padded silently against the earth, every step chosen with caution and awareness, her claws digging into the soft soil to help eliminate any noise. One wrong step and her prey would vanish. This was one hunt she couldn't lose, if not for the sake of her wolf then for the sake of other women. Her black nose twitched as the wind blew, carrying the scent of her victim. She wasn't too far away, and her wolf snarled in excitement and began to salivate. She could taste his blood right now, feel the way his body fell limp as the life faded right out of him. No, she couldn't let her wild visions get the best of her. She had a job to do. The white wolf wove it's way between the trees, sniffing and rubbing her fur against any tree, marking it as hers. On her back was a brown saddle-bag, full of an extra change of clothes and a towel in case the need arose for a speedy getaway. Which, hopefully, she wouldn't need one. 

After what seemed like forever and a half, Natalia had finally reached the clearing she specified to meet in, and there he was. Wearing all black with a leather jacket and a chain. Probably for choking me, she thought sourly to herself. The skinwalker kept her body low to the ground as she hid in the bush, a wolfish grin pulling her maw backwards. She shrugged her saddlebag off silently and waited, watching him pace anxiously back and forth for her. With a wiggle of her haunches, the wolf leaped out from around the brush, her hackles raised and teeth bared in an angry snarl. Jesse flinched, looked her up and down, and let out a devilish laugh. "You are a sneaky bitch. I thought something was off the moment I talked with you," he whistled, walking around her in circles. He might have appeared confident, but his footsteps said otherwise. This was only a facade, a sick little game. Nat only snarled in response, the deep guttural sound deafening. Her green eyes watched as he whipped out his chain, the metal flashing under the light of the full moon up above. "Which is why I brought this!" He exclaimed, launching at her with the silver chain taut between his fists.

Nat had hardly any time to hiss at the silver before he managed to wrap the chain around her neck, the silver sizzling against her skin when contact was made. The wolf howled out in pain, thrashing to try and get away. The silver hurt like a bitch, as it would considering her design. Jesse kept pulling the chain tighter and tighter, probably hoping for her to shift back. How he knew about her, she had no idea, but that was something to dwell on another time. "You gonna shift for me, pretty girl? Let me pull your pretty blonde hair, making you scream," he growled between gritted teeth into her ear. Nat shook viciously, trying to get away. Finally she managed to twist around in his grip and snap at him, feeling an outrageous amount of pleasure when she felt her canines meet the cartilage of his nose as she ripped it away. Jesse howled in pain and threw her off of him, only for her to lunge right back. Opening her mouth wide, Nat clamped her jaws around his neck and bit down hard, feeling his trachea puncture and his bones snap. Her green eyes never left his, wanting to see the life drain from them, which they did. The wolf released her prey, letting the male's body hit the ground with a muted thud. 

It was a quicker fight than she had anticipated, but at least it was over. At least now she could have her meal. Looking down at the warm body, then up at the moon, the skin walker nearly lost herself. While she wasn't a werewolf, she was still a wolf, and her wolf occasionally fell victim to the power of the moon. Nat threw her head back, ignoring the searing pain around her neck, and let out a victorious howl that echoed throughout the forest. The animal had been sedated, at least for now. Once her howl was complete, Nat lowered her head and panted, letting out pained whines with every exhale. Her neck burned, her trachea raw from the lack of air and then her vocalization, but she would heal. For now though, she was tired and all the adrenaline had washed out of her veins, causing her white body to fall to the forest floor, exhausted. Right now, she must've looked like a mess, if not a monster, with an abundance of red contrasting with her white fur. Mainly around her neck, which was hers, and some on her muzzle, which wasn't.







[/div][/div][/div]