Misty Bale | Skinwalker

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✧ Cheerful
✧ Prankster
✧ Energetic

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Annoying to others
✦ Doesn't know when to stop pushing people's buttons.
✦ Has trouble standing up for herself

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Parents: Mary Bale, Richard Bale
Siblings: NA
Other Family: New pack members
Important Others: NA
History: She had come from a normal family, loving mother and father, and being one of those popular girls in high school. She had to act ditsy just to fit in with the rest of the teenagers. Misty could have done better in school, but instead she put popularity first before education. Barely passing high school, she was sent to Summer camp to get her grades up. Even during the bad times, Misty kept up the peppy attitude dispute her parents arguing at home and things going south with education.

At camp she met a bad boy who "Was failing". Afterwards, she dated this guy for a year. He pressured her for sex but she wouldn't allow it. Finally after saying yes, he gave a love bite that actually drew blood. After a night of bad passion, Misty had gone to a mirror and checked where her neck turned into shoulder. Strangely it had healed. It still itched though. Over the next few weeks, she had no idea what happened at night, putting it off as nightmares. All the girl remembered was the ground up close, biting at ankles with no idea why. It wasn't until one night she woke up naked in the forest that the teen knew something was wrong. The next night, Misty recorded herself with her iphone to see what the hell was up. The next morning she watched in horror as she turned into a dog. A Chihuahua of all things.

One day, the guy that bit her reappeared after what she thought was a one night stand. He gave her the cliff notes of what happened. Deciding to leave home to spare her parents the same fate, Misty went with the creep to join his pack for the next few years. Being who she was, Misty cracked jokes and pranked the others thinking she was cheering up the gloomy emos. Eventually it got to the point where the others were bullying her. At first it was emotionally but then they started getting physical. A shove here or there. Soon the shoving got harder to the point of leaving bruises. Then it got worse. Too scared to defend herself, Misty acted like it didn't affect her, still cracking jokes. Running with them for a few years the bullying got worse though. One day when they ganged up and attacked, a stranger, Lux, had appeared defending her. Beating back some bad dogs, Lux offered a place with his pack. Instantly she said yes, anything to get away from her old pack. Not looking back she said yes, joining his pack.





Alias: Singingdoughnut
How did you find us?: Hellhound
Experience: 2 years here on and off
Other Characters: Tamara Young, Richard Calhoun, Gina Costa, Tina Dukes, Calli Reeves, Andrea Russo, John Smith, Raven Reuven, Killakee
RP Sample:
"Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.

Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.

"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.

She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.

"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"

Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.

She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.



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