Name: Serafine Savoy
~Alias:
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Species: Werewolf
Alignment: Neutral
Hair color: Red
Eye Color: Emerald
~Build: Fair & Fragile
~Health: Alright
Disposition: Shy, Jumpy and Timid
~Theme song: "The Island" ~ By: Celtic Thunder
~Quote: "Please stop screaming... it's a waist of breath..."
Family: She had a Mother, Father, and Sister, but ran from home at a young age when she watched her father slaughter her sister.
History: She doesn't have much of a history at such a 'young' age besides having a sadistic father, an abusive mother, and a murdered sister.
Home World: Cruud Selda
Weapon: Lone Wolf Axe - http://webzoom.freewebs.com/norstar1/1RR40003.jpg
Interests: Singing(music) & Dancing
Hobbies: Singing & Dancing
Likes: See hobbies, Walking & the thrill of the chase
Dislikes: Being chased
Appearance: Small in all aspects, her hair hangs freely to her waist. She wears a Black and Grey tight form fitting long sleeved shirt beneath a grey form fitting t-shirt, Black skinny jeans, and black flat calf high boots. When cold she'll often wear a button up black jacket that hangs down a little past her hips.

Bio: Serafine was never a very confident girl. She had been born a werewolf, and hunting had been all she's ever known. Unfortunately for her she was raised be a sadistic father, and an abusive mother making her as shy and timid as she is. The thrill of the chase is the only thing that gives her any confidence, unfortunately for her she can't always stop herself when she goes after a meal, and under certain circumstances, it's not only dangerous for those around her, but herself as well. When on the hunt, her natural animal instincts kick in, and lets just say she has no mercy. It's not until she wakes up after it all that what she did really kicks in, and she feels the guilt and remorse making herself see herself as being just like her father.