Sue, Amy Terry

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* Amy Terry Sue !

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PB: Chloe Grace Moretz
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name;; Amy Terry Sue
nickname/s;; Amaterasu, Ammy
age;; 19
sexuality;; Pansexual
race;; Werewolf
affiliation;; Stray
Likes;;

• Books
  
• Cats
  
• Getting stoned
  
• Singing
  
• Learning about new things
  
• Playing video games
  
• Hunting
  
• Comics
  
• Blood
  
• Running
  

Dislikes;;

• Summer
  
• Dogs
  
• Large groups of unfamiliar people
  
• Being wet
  
• Liars
  

Fears;;

• Total darkness
  
• Heights
  
• Dying alone
  
• Hunters
  
• Being embarrassed in public
  

Goals;;

• Find a pack
  
• Learn to play the guitar
  
• Write a novel
  
• Avenge her fathers murder
  

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This isn't a routine with you it don't mean that much to me

appearance;; Ammy likes to think she has her own style. A little goth, a little punk, a little fashion. Whatever floats her boat on any given day. Most often she can be seen wearing a tattered old brown sweater that belonged to her father(deceased), accompanied by ragged jeans and her lucky pair of pink converse, which are liberally covered in various Sharpie doodles. Her favorite things to wear are usually band tees, skirts, and absurd, show-offy legwear. A bit on the short side, what she lacks in height, she seems to try to make up for in eyeliner and attitude. Naturally a blonde, something that Ammy loathes, she often dyes her hair un-natural colors, most frequently purple. Her somewhat haunted-looking eyes, grey like an oncoming storm, occasionally reveal a much darker person hidden deep within herself.

In her wolf form, Ammy takes on the appearance of a Mexican wolf. Her eyes are the the common natural yellow color of most wild wolves. Her tail is rather unique in its length and fluffiness in that both qualities exceed normality. She also sports unusually tufted ears, comparable to those of a snow leopard. Her father endlessly teased her for this, insisting that her love of cats was turning her into one. She takes pride in these features and wouldn't change them for anything.

personality;; To the un-trained eye, she might appear to be the sweetest, most darling young girl you could ever meet. Looks can be very deceiving. Very much so in her case, as she's the most crude, inappropriate person you may ever meet. She tones this down at first, however. She worries far too much about what people think of her and is therefore more reserved in public and when first meeting someone. Ammy hates this about herself. She strives to gain more confidence and works on it constantly, sometimes even going too far and making an ass of herself. She has a hard time controlling her emotions. Reserved since her father's death, she is reluctant to really let people in and uses her anger and dark sense of humor to hide the sad, broken girl she houses. When she feels too overwhelmed to deal with things, she likes to kick back and smoke a little bit of pot. If you asked her why she's such a stoner she'd tell you, "It's the only way to make the voices shut the hell up." The voices being her own racing thoughts.

In addition to her darkness, there is a loving side to Ammy. She adores animals more than anything and is very compassionate towards them. Though occasionally spiteful, she tries her damnedest to be kind and thoughtful towards her peers. She likes to think that she would never treat anyone in a way that she herself would not like to be treated, but she is not perfect, something that she hates to admit. Ammy does what she can to help those who come to her in need, and is always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder.

family;; Alan Lee Sue, father, deceased.
Loretta Susanna Adalade, mother, location and well-being unknown

history;; Ammy's first five years of life were like any other. Raised by loving parents, so far as she could tell; They never fought in front of her. But fight they did, and shortly after her fifth birthday, her mother left her and her father, never to be seen or heard from again. As Ammy was so young at the time of her mother's abandonment, she can hardly recall her at all. Good riddance, as far as she's concerned. The bond she grew with her father could have out-rivaled any parent-child relationship. Alan taught Ammy to love music, nature, and horror movies. After puberty and her first transformation, one of their favorite things to do together was to run, play, and hunt in their wolf forms. Indeed, you could even say they spent most of their time as wolves.

Ammy excelled in elementary school, showing a particular interest in any literature- or science-based information that she could get her hands on. An avid reader, she could often be seen with her nose buried deep in a book. She never made many friends; she preferred the company of animals. This started to make things go south for her once she entered middle school. People interpreted her grungy style and introvertedness for strangeness. She was teased and eventually became very reclusive, going as far as to fake sick quite often to avoid having to go to school. She stuck it out for her father, who always told her that he wanted her to have to means to do whatever she wanted to. What she never told him was how strongly she desired shifting into a wolf and never changing back. Human life didn't appeal to her, and when she was 15 years old she had even more reason to want to retreat to the woods, and she eventually did.

Ammy's father was killed by hunters in the summer of her fifteenth winter. Alan had never talked about hunters, or even the fact that there were other werewolves out there to be hunted. She had never questioned it before; She didn't care. They lived in ignorance of others of their kind, and how in danger they actually might be. Ammy's wake-up call came one early morning in January. Her father had gone out hunting the night before. She had stayed behind this time, engrossed in a new book with her cat, Bast, curled up on her lap. Intending to stay up until her father's arrival home, she became so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice the hours ticking by. Soon it was 4 in the morning and she had finished her novel. Alan never stayed out this late, never, and Ammy began to panic. She shifted and left to sniff out his trail. What she found at the end of it changed her.

The snow around Alan's fur was a tide of blood. Still in the form of a wolf, he had a single gunshot wound through his neck; Whoever had shot him was no novice hunter. There was no trail of blood, it was evident that her father had accepted his death as an inevitability and laid down to slowly bleed out. Ammy had disregarded the blood and human footprints leading away into the forest to lay down in the snow and snuggle her father's limp form. She laid there until sunrise. When she got up, she never looked back.

Ammy collected Bast and a small pack of things that she could carry, and nothing else. She never went back to school or back home. She had resolved to set out to find people of her own kind and learn about what she was. Ultimately she wanted to find out why her father, who'd never hurt anyone in his life so far as she knew, had been murdered in cold blood. She traveled on feet by day and paws by night, living gypsy-like.

Now 19, having roamed most of the Northern US and Canada, she finds herself in Converse, wondering if perhaps she's finally found what she's been seeking.

You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me

your alias

[/b];; Sawrah
contact/s[/b];; AIM: OctoberExodus
how you found us[/b];; Google lead me here, believe it or not.

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[Connie Lynn Marshall]

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