[hider=Sierra Tikaavik][center][h2]Sierra Tikaavik[/h2]
[b]19 | Werewolf[/b]

[b]Appearance[/b] 

Sierra weighs approximately 130lbs and stands at a staggering 5'3. She's solidly built, with a well-muscled body, the result of an active lifestyle. Her features seem somewhat mixed in ethnicity, though clear features such as a wide nose, olive skin, almond-shaped eyes and a short, round face hint at mixed Inuit heritage. Her hair is black and cropped messily short (like [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f8/fa/67/f8fa67bea3175b346011695422857c1a.jpg]this[/url]), and her eyes are golden brown.

Sierra sports scars like bumper stickers. The most noticeable is a set of three long, jagged lines which rip from below her right ear, over the corner of her jawbone and down to the crook of her collar bone. She also has a little, jagged wedge missing from her left ear, and lots of little nicks around her throat and ankles. These are more noticeable in her humanoid form, and covered by her thick fur when transformed (although the nicks around her ankles and cut in her ear are visible).
 
Upon her arrival at Luce Prima, Sierra is a little skinnier than normal, and her hair has grown out to more of a messy bob. When transformed, her coat is shabby and in relatively poor condition. 

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[b]Personality[/b]

Sierra lived a secluded life with very little exposure to people other than her own kind. As such, some of the intricacies of human and other cultures are lost on her. She can carry on a conversation pretty normally, but when it comes to sensitive or impolite topics, Sierra doesn't really know when to stop. Honestly, it just doesn't occur to her that not everyone may want to hear about the subtle art of breaking a rabbit's neck in graphic detail.

Having lived a very structured life, Sierra always subconsciously searches for her "place" in new relationships. She is very apprehensive of strangers, having been taught not to trust them. While she wants to become more self-sufficient, Sierra is generally more comfortable when someone else is calling the shots. Her life until now had very clear roles, and as such Sierra is very sensitive to authority, and very unlikely to challenge it. 

This structure continues on an emotional level. Sierra has a very thick skin and instead of getting angry, she is far more likely to take her lumps and laugh it off with eyes downcast. She'll fight if cornered, but flight is normally her preferred option. To her, "normal" is being the butt of every joke and the outlet of frustration, and as such has trouble asserting herself. However, under the submissive exterior one can see a wild spirit with no mean bone in her body. 

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Sierra was, in fact, raised by wolves. Perhaps even more literally than others of her kind. While many other werewolves live among humans and hide themselves, or try to coexist, Sierra was raised exclusively around other werewolves in a remote village in the expansive forests of northern British Columbia. Her pack consisted of her immediate family (herself and her father) and the families of her uncle and aunt, who each had several children, of which Sierra was the youngest. The parents loathed humans, drawing on stories told to them by their elders of how the humans forced the Children of Dusk into exile. As such, the children never saw the world beyond the many hectares of forest they called theirs, though the adults sparingly (and grudgingly) traded with humans of the nearest towns, selling furs to buy what they couldn't provide for themselves. 

Sierra's family pack was very close, however that didn't mean things were all fun all the time. No, her father, aunt and uncle (leaders with their own inner hierarchy) ran a tight ship, with Sierra's father at the helm.  Insolence and disobedience was met with swift and painful correction. They didn't arrange themselves into ranks (aside from her father's traditional title of Alpha) but rather, a pecking order formed as the children grew older and stronger - a pecking order with Sierra decidedly at the bottom. Sierra became a lightning rod for the frustrations of her larger, stronger cousins, frequently finding herself at the sharp end of a snap or last in line to eat. 

When she was younger, and just gaining her ability to transform, the pecking order bothered her. However, as she grew, she came to realize that her role in the pack was essential; without her, they would turn on each other. Perhaps, she concluded, it was her role in life to absorb the tension and keep the peace. 

However, werewolves are not the same as wolves. They still have human wants and needs, no matter how much they deny it. So it would come as no surprise to an outsider that Sierra's position in her family wore on her nonetheless. On the surface, she was content with the strict life she led, with any important decisions made for her. Once she grew out of the obligatory rebellious phase (one she grew out of [i]very[/i] quickly) she never even [i]thought[/i] to question the authority of her father, uncle or aunt. She even obeyed her cousins, knowing it was best to get along. She really felt content with that. However, deep down, the suppressed human side of her was wilting. Thoughts began to worm her way into her mind: that she belonged at the bottom of the heap because the others were better than her, that she was too stupid to call the shots, too weak to challenge anyone. That this was her place because she wasn't [i]enough[/i] to be any more. She thought these feelings were normal and even accepted them, but something continued to knaw at her. 

It was a few years before she realized her unhappiness. She couldn't tell what it was; she thought she was happy where she was, that she belonged here. With her family, away from humans. The humans she'd been taught to hate. But she had never felt the hate burn inside her like it did in her father; to her, humans were little more than a folk tale. So when a mysterious letter somehow, impossibly, found its way to her home, she was intrigued. She hid the letter from her father (for she knew he would burn it) and read the thing over at least a hundred times. For weeks she deliberated, until finally her newfound longing to see the world beyond the trees overcame her fear of leaving. Turning away from her pack felt deeply wrong, and many times on her journey she almost turned back. If not for fear of getting caught, she probably would have.

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[b]Other[/b]
Sierra has a basic level of reading comprehension, but no formal education.

She met a human once, a lost hiker. It was freaky. Of course, the hiker wasn't a big fan of it either.[/center]
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I've been known to tweak sheets after I post them, but this is the gist.