Name: Fayth "Fay" Morrow
Age: 23
Appearance: Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf
If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega?: Omega
Background:Within the dark whirlwind of fangs and blood, the pup becomes a wolf. Those are the words of her father and the code of her pack; the code that served to create the trial of fire by which Fayth became tested and hardened. The vast, endless freedom of the Alaskan tundra imprinted its memory on her paws. Never-ending winter nights of all-consuming darkness still claw at her soul.
Togetherness is survival, division is death. Year after year, the unforgiving words and beliefs of her father were branded into her mind and body by the brutal icy blades of wintry wind. Once coexisting with humans, the Bloodmoon pack was massacred and dispersed all across Alaska. Once the most peaceful, free, and united wolf tribes on earth was now broken and scattered. Fayth’s father watched his parents die by the hands of hunters and the light of his heart became consumed with darkness.
The old ways died, the time of blood had risen. Her father, rarely spoken of by name in werewolf lore, took on the mantle of “The Black.” With fur black as the dark night blanket across calm waters he struck from the shadows with pearl fangs that spattered the snow-white tundra with rivers of crimson. The Black had no hesitation for the weak, cutting down even those of werewolf blood. He turned those who had the most motivation to kill. A pack unified through the bond of battle. Within time, he formed a pack that could move place to place all over the vast state of Alaska without ever being found by hunters. The hunters that did catch up were never to be seen again, or were posted in places where mankind could see the bloody message. The Black became more ruthless and cold as he went. He created combat trials where only the strongest of the wolf kind survived and earned the title of ‘wolf’ within the pack. Each and every member of his tribe has fierce fighting ability and a strong will to survive. None are afraid to kill. None have any love for humans. His ways blinded those around him because with years of survival they soon believed his code was the only one that worked in the new world. Perhaps he could bring werewolves back from the brink of destruction and turn the hunters into the hunted. Only one refused to live by the creed of fangs and blood. Only one would not be bound by vicious brutality on the road of destruction.
Fayth Catelaya Nightshade. That is her name. Well, she preferred the last name of Nightshade as it was her mothers before she became a Frost just like her father. Any action to get further from him, the better. Life was peaceful as a little girl, but as the hunters became more ruthless everything turned upside down. Her mother was killed, and her father was no longer a man of warmth. He pushed her and tested her. As the oldest child she took the brunt of his rage. Oftentimes he wouldn’t be able to look at her due to how similar she came to look like her mother. Trained in hunting, scouting and fighting; Fayth was set to be the Omega of her pack. The Black long decided there should be only one Omega. He believed in the idea of the strongest survives. There should be no weakness anywhere. On her rise she took all the scars one would expect. Her back is littered with the marks of her father’s claws and his fangs. One scar next to her left eye stains her face with the reminder of pain every time she looks in the mirror.
Longing for the freedom of running across the Alaskan tundra and the warmth of better days, Fayth had had enough. She betrayed the pack, breaking the permanent blood oath of never leaving the tribe. Before her eighteenth birthday, the day she would be permanently branded with the mark of the Bloodmoon pack, she disappeared. Her father looked for her. Sending scouts and her brother Marcus. Fayth didn’t get away without harm. The scar next to her eye is one she will remember forever.
She managed to get to the mainland United States and moved from one state to the next. Avoiding hunters and scouts of her father. It used to be every few months she had to move. But after having reached California and the town of Greyville, Fayth hasn’t been touched for a few years. She enjoyed the times of her wild, on-the-run lifestyle on her own. The thrill of freedom, independence and being on her own became something she preferred. Settling with humans who fancied her, or other wolves was not an option. Attachment was dangerous because the looming threat of The Black always shadowed her everywhere she went.
At this time she had called herself Fayth Morrow. Her striking raven black hair has been dyed a dirty blonde to look like it is her natural hair color. She changes her personality wherever she goes. In Greyville, she has played the act of a wannabe actress. Pretending to be less intelligent than she actually is. Though, one look at her deceitful sapphire eyes hints to a deep reservoir of hidden truth. Living a solitary life once more, she soon found her rootless living was unsustainable. Evading hunters, she found herself in this small town. Crossing the paths of other wolves, Fayth found herself in a fight. She held her ground despite a two to one disadvantage, and also had her first run in with Carlson Jakes. Fayth agreed to become a part of his pack as an Omega. Once more she lives in a pack, and this time under a leader who is sharp and resourceful without having to resort to violence. Though, Fayth remains as that mysterious woman sitting at the end of the bar. Looking at the world through the faint lens of smoke that rises from her worst habit. That and the mind-numbing venom she drinks down from the bottle every weekend, and even weeknights.
She runs often, uses the peace of the creek to read books, and has fun at the local pub at night. Fierce, intelligent, manipulative, independent, and fiery.
The woman of many faces.
Who she has met, how it happened:AveryUpon arriving in Greyville, Fayth got a job as a waitress. She played the card of a blonde wannabe actress with a ditzy personality. At the restaurant, she works with Avery who she felt was a bit too curious about certain conversations regarding "dog attacks." And, she also works part time at the same pub all the wolves go at. Working with Avery yet again as a bartender on some nights/days.
CarlsonCarlson Jakes convinced her to join the pack after she battled with two of the betas within the clan.
MoriIf there's one member of the Greyville pack that Fayth needs to be careful around, it's Morgana. Fierce and intelligent. A cunning much like her own. While Fayth has somewhat eased into the ranks of the clan and become an Omega, Mori has not accepted her. Fayth knows when Mori's eyes are on her. There can be no missteps. She has to keep the mask on or risk her life.
RyanA wolf much like herself. Defiant, and in search of some sort of normalcy. However, while she feels closer to him than most others; she still doesn't like his reckless behavior. The pack's safety; and most importantly, her own life, are on the line.
