[B]Marie, The vulture.[/B]

[B]Age[/B] 19

[b]Appearance:[/b] Wavy, dirty blonde hair which stops at her shoulders. Average height for a girl, wide, inquisitive light brown eyes, and a very slim frame. All in all, rather quite ordinary. It is rather quite rare that Marie is seen without wearing a long skirt and a loose fitting sweater – and she certainly won’t be wearing trousers or shorts.

[b]Vulture:[/b] Unlike her innocent, plain and fresh faced human side, the vulture has charcoal grey skin and feathers with pale eyes that already look like they’re dead. The plumage ring around her neck is a frosty white, as are her talons. (Marie often wishes that her animal form was something small and dainty like a blackbird or a sparrow… even though she loves flying, she doesn’t like shifting because the vulture is so ugly.)

[b]Personality:[/b] Overly trusting, naïve, and often acts much, much younger than her age. She doesn’t understand sarcasm very well, or subtle cues in behaviour. Can almost never tell when someone is lying, and takes everything at face value without bothering to question hidden motives or agendas. Overall, Marie is pretty much socially disabled.

[b]History:[/b]

Marie has lived most of her life with her father, who was just as socially awkward as he was. They were travellers, with no city or country they could really call home. It didn’t matter whether she could speak the language or not (though, miraculously, she did learn English, and a few phrases from other dialects somewhere) because she never engaged with the locals. 

She never really engaged with her father anymore either. They used to exchange a few lines a day, until he saw her change into her vulture. In fact, Marie didn’t even think it was an abnormal thing to do until she saw her father turn pale white with fear. At which point, he ran into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. And never came out again. A week flew by, and he didn’t eat. And neither did Marie. And Marie was ever so hungry. After a few more days, figuring that there would be nothing for her in that house anymore, Marie flew out the window on the crack of dawn, leaving on a full stomach in search of something new. A month went by still, bills weren’t paid, and finally authorities of the city broke into Marie’s old house. However, there wasn’t a trace of a human soul in the house. In fact, the only thing that could have been a sign of people being there, was a broken door and a blood stained bathroom floor.