Miss Cherise Wolfiee
She doesn't break hearts, she eats them.
She first started as a temporary avi but started growing on me the more I played with her appearance and attitude, now she's my favorite character. She's still a bit rough around the edges, I'm fighting off her Mary-Sue tendencies.
Cherise Wolfiee prefers to be called Miss Wolfiee because it makes her feel more ladylike compared to her animalistic qualities. She's a man-eater, and not in the sexual term, she'll lure young attractive men into dark alley ways or even classy motel rooms just for a quick eat. She has two rules though; she'll only go for ones old enough to walk into a bar and the one's that aren't in love. She can be a sap occasionally. Due to her occasionally childlike appearance, luring men and getting her way seems to be simple.
Don't get her wrong, she can be a bit of a romantic-well more of a reserved sexaholic, but we've all got some skeletons rather left in the closet then out. Trust me, she's got plenty.
She used to be human, back in the fifties, which can explain her retro touch of style. She's just turned nineteen when she was aspiring to be a pin up model, however her blinded pride got a hold of her when she took up an offer with a shady dealer. Desperate, she climbed into a car with strangers who decided to take her to a secluded place. Trapped in a car with men much larger than herself reeking of alcohol and cheap cigars, she started to double guess her actions as they crowded around her and pulling at her clothes. Cherise panicked and clawed at them, kicking and fighting her way through when angered they started to attack her back. Bruised and battered they wrapped her up in their own coats and dragged her into the near by woods. Throwing her down onto the soft dirt surrounded by trees that seemed to touch the dark sky, they started to walk away. Weak she attempted to crawl towards them, wanting to get out of the forest and to some sort of civilization when they turned around. The shady dealer ordered some words towards one of the larger men who nodded and looked down at her harshly. Before she could move something large and heavy was cracked down on her skull. One of the men then moved her limp body over the bloody rock and they left her there.
Dying, she laid there, the deep red blood pooling around her bruised face. Unconscious and alone, she was the easiest prey for wolves and that's exactly what she became. Well, what she was supposed to become, because y'see, wolves are intelligent creatures who happen to have eyes all over the forest. Watching her horrid murder they turned away their selfish needs for once and decided to cut her a break and make her one of them. A werewolf.
But enough about her past, she'd rather focus on the present than anything else.
She enjoys sweets and dislikes alcohol, but loves when they're mixed together. She spends her days playing the piano and attempting to live a nice normal life in New York city, but to be honest, she loves the power she possesses and takes advantage of it every now and then. Miss Wolfiee pretends to be classy to get positive attention, since she practically feeds off of it. She suffers from insomnia or at least likes to believe so.
She's the kind of person who would offer you a cup of tea and a warm bed if you needed it but her view of you can change rapidly making you her next meal.
Watch your step, because if you go down when she's around, you're not
guaranteed to ever get back up.
Have a question for her? Ask and I'll post it here. (:
She doesn't break hearts, she eats them.
She first started as a temporary avi but started growing on me the more I played with her appearance and attitude, now she's my favorite character. She's still a bit rough around the edges, I'm fighting off her Mary-Sue tendencies.
Cherise Wolfiee prefers to be called Miss Wolfiee because it makes her feel more ladylike compared to her animalistic qualities. She's a man-eater, and not in the sexual term, she'll lure young attractive men into dark alley ways or even classy motel rooms just for a quick eat. She has two rules though; she'll only go for ones old enough to walk into a bar and the one's that aren't in love. She can be a sap occasionally. Due to her occasionally childlike appearance, luring men and getting her way seems to be simple.
Don't get her wrong, she can be a bit of a romantic-well more of a reserved sexaholic, but we've all got some skeletons rather left in the closet then out. Trust me, she's got plenty.
She used to be human, back in the fifties, which can explain her retro touch of style. She's just turned nineteen when she was aspiring to be a pin up model, however her blinded pride got a hold of her when she took up an offer with a shady dealer. Desperate, she climbed into a car with strangers who decided to take her to a secluded place. Trapped in a car with men much larger than herself reeking of alcohol and cheap cigars, she started to double guess her actions as they crowded around her and pulling at her clothes. Cherise panicked and clawed at them, kicking and fighting her way through when angered they started to attack her back. Bruised and battered they wrapped her up in their own coats and dragged her into the near by woods. Throwing her down onto the soft dirt surrounded by trees that seemed to touch the dark sky, they started to walk away. Weak she attempted to crawl towards them, wanting to get out of the forest and to some sort of civilization when they turned around. The shady dealer ordered some words towards one of the larger men who nodded and looked down at her harshly. Before she could move something large and heavy was cracked down on her skull. One of the men then moved her limp body over the bloody rock and they left her there.
Dying, she laid there, the deep red blood pooling around her bruised face. Unconscious and alone, she was the easiest prey for wolves and that's exactly what she became. Well, what she was supposed to become, because y'see, wolves are intelligent creatures who happen to have eyes all over the forest. Watching her horrid murder they turned away their selfish needs for once and decided to cut her a break and make her one of them. A werewolf.
But enough about her past, she'd rather focus on the present than anything else.
She enjoys sweets and dislikes alcohol, but loves when they're mixed together. She spends her days playing the piano and attempting to live a nice normal life in New York city, but to be honest, she loves the power she possesses and takes advantage of it every now and then. Miss Wolfiee pretends to be classy to get positive attention, since she practically feeds off of it. She suffers from insomnia or at least likes to believe so.
She's the kind of person who would offer you a cup of tea and a warm bed if you needed it but her view of you can change rapidly making you her next meal.
Watch your step, because if you go down when she's around, you're not
guaranteed to ever get back up.
Have a question for her? Ask and I'll post it here. (:
