Tattoos A large black wolf with dark angel wings on her back with the words 'I'm No Angel' (her largest tattoo), bow and arrow with the word 'Archer' on her chest, huntress antlers heart on her upper arm
Skills Hunter skills; trained in the use of bow and arrows, crossbows etc as well as in armed and unarmed combat. Archery, weapon design, acrobat (gymnast), hand-to-hand combat, hunting, fishing, trapping, medicine.
Weapons Compound bow, crossbow, long sword, wolf daggers, guns, spear and physical hand to hand combat.
Mother Charlotte Wolf (retired nurse, mental health/abusive. Deceased-turned before Stella shot her in the head)
Father Peter Wolf (war soldier, killed in action)
Step-Father Michael Jacobs (A violent and abusive drunk. Deceased when Stella killed him when he attacked her.)
Current Family The Grimes Family
Personal Interests Gymnastics, archery competitions, anything physical like rock & mountain climbing, weapon designing, jogging, running, swimming, basketball, killing walkers, action films, and spending time with Chris and Carl.
Favourite Sports Stella loves sports such as archery, basketball/netball, climbing, tennis, badminton, volleyball, swimming, rounders, cycling, horse racing, gymnastics, figure skating, taking part in marathons and triathlons, sprinting, hurdles, sailing/windsurfing, hiking, rowing, scuba diving, diving, cross country, jumping (high jump, long jump), shooting, javelin throw, axe throwing, rowing, hunting and killing walkers.
She is the wolf, quietly she will endure. Silently, she will suffer. Patiently, she will wait for she is a warrior and she will survive.
The moon, she knew, would never wrong her. She was the wolf, she knew fear no longer. The sun was gone, so was the pain. Her love had won, and she howled again.
She is a goddess, a warrior
Worth more than her weight in gold
She is a guardian, a nurturer
With spirit young and soul of old
She has words for all occasions and is wise beyond her years.
She has a heart as big as oceans and will always face her fears.
The only child and daughter to Peter Wolf & Charlotte Wolf who is a retired nurse due to her deep depression after the death of Stella's father who was killed in action and she soon drifted herself away from her own child, she just looks at her and treats her like she's worthless and some complete stranger, she would always take out her anger on her child, she nearly killed her when she threw a glass vase at her but Stella managed to dodge it however when the glass smashed, some of it pierced through her skin causing her to bleed and one nearly took her eye out when a piece of glass sliced the side of her face, the scar still remains.
Charlotte started drinking a lot, turned violent towards her daughter and she remarried to a disgusting vile man who's drunk all the time and is extremely abusive, they would both take their rage out on her, her mother didn't even have a care in the world of the 'things' he would do to her that she didn't want him to do, she's always terrified of living in the home she once thought was full of warmth and loving but now she thought wrong, she would run across the front yard covered in bruises, battered and bloodied towards the Grimes house which is just next door to hers.
Peter Wolf was an Army Soldier, he was sadly killed in action and was the real hero of Stella's heart, he was the first one to teach her how to fight with both weaponry and physical hand to hand combat so she'll be prepared for whatever's out there wanting to cause harm and danger to herself and the ones she loves and cares about most. Stella is a very mature, headstrong, loyal, independent, responsible, strong-willed, self-reliant and action-orientated young woman who'd go to great lengths to protect those she loves.
As a young child, Stella took up a variety of hobbies such as painting and photography but she decided none of those was for her, she's like her father, she loves the action side of things, she took 8 years of gymnastics and entered many archery competitions where she always ends up first place. Stella loves the adrenaline that rushes through her when she takes on risks, she enjoys rock climbing, long walks, jogging, anything physical to keep her strong, she's very competitive.
As the years went by, Stella became an accomplished archer. The bow and arrow is her favourite weapon of choice, she is a highly skilled archer, weapon designer, acrobat and hunter, which she learnt from her father and she added fishing and trapping to her skills. Stella has very good reflexes, mainly when carrying a bow, she can draw an arrow and strike several targets with a good amount of speed and flexibility, she has become such the most dangerous and badass she-wolf in the group, she is vicious, fiery, quiet as a shadow when she targets down anyone suspicious wanting to stir up trouble.
Stella is not like other girls out there, she has a dozen tattoos on her body, her largest one is a black wolf snarling showing it's sharp teeth with dark angel wings surrounding the beast with the words 'I'm No Angel' on her back and she hates everything girlish, she hardly wears any dresses, she would take one look at them and burn them with one of her explosive arrows, she doesn't wear makeup all the time either only when she needs to and those girly-girls who like to gossip, the high pitched giggling and squealing they really do get on her nerves giving her the urge to just shoot them for peace and quiet but she fights herself from doing so even if it annoys the hell out of her.
The only makeup Stella likes to wear is red lipstick and just simple eyeliner and mascara, nothing heavy, she likes to have her hair in wild curls and she loves wearing anything black and leather as they make her look tough. Stella's also highly skilled in designing her own weaponry, some of her arrows are not like any of the others she carries, her arrows are colour coded to make it easier for her and anyone else who wishes to use them to tell which one is which, the red arrows are explosives and can be extremely dangerous that they should never be used when it's absolutely necessary. Stella is forever thankful to her father for teaching these things, he's one of the reasons why she's surviving, she's become a soldier fighting in the war just like he did.
Trust me, I'm no angel.
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The more he listened to her story, the more he liked her. She didn't seem like anyone else he had met from the past. Maybe that was a good thing. Both of them had a dark past. He knew the woman had a story behind her eyes, and Chris had heard it. And he never lost focus on her as she was talking. He was intrigued.
"What are you fighting for?" He asked the daring question, as he turned and he stared out the window looking into the dark of the night. Chris had heard so much about her, yet he wanted to know more. How long would they survive if they stuck together? Would she end up stabbing him in the back like others?
In a way he never cared what others thought of him as. He was a survivor. Stella even said that. All he ever tried to do was survive. He watched a couple of Walkers off in the distance walk into the light then disappear into the shadows again. Maybe being with Stella for now was better than just going off into the darkness alone. At least he'll have someone watching his back. At least he'll have someone to talk too.
His dark eyes stared out the window a little longer, before he turned around and stared back at the woman, and damn she was gorgeous,"we're going to need to get some sleep if we want to start early!" He pushed some of his dark hair from his eyes. He could sense the woman was attracted to him. But that was one thing he was afraid of. Was liking someone in the apocalypse. It can be dangerous.
Leave your guard down for a moment, it could end your life. She was obviously very attractive, but he feared anything romantic happening between them. Though he did like it, it did feel good to be liked by someone. For once. Despite his entire life he's been much of a loner. Maybe it was the way he was raised. His father ultimately was the only person he really cared about in his family. But he's gone now, most likely. Now it was just him.
As Chris touched her soft skin he noticed she leaned into his touch. Her skin was so soft. And she was so pretty. He felt he didn't even deserve to be in the woman's presence. How could anyone be this pretty? Stella was pretty strong. That was for sure. And she was a warrior. No doubt about that. She had a dark past. And she was strong enough to share it with him even though she's only just met him. Why did she trust him so much? Maybe she hinted he had a similar past? So many thoughts was running through his mind.
He had never met anyone like Stella before, seeing the woman back up until her back was against his chest. Even in Hell, Angels exist. That's what he's learned tonight. Maybe the woman even thought he was kind of cute. She did hint at it before. He somehow didn't think he even deserved the woman's attention. After all, Chris hasn't done anything good in a long time. In fact? He's killed people. And became a danger to his father, Alicia, Strand and Nick before he had split.
Her hand was placed over his and he heard the woman's words, she wanted to know more about him. That was when she turned around and both were face to face. Not much in between them. Should he tell her he lost himself? Should he tell her he was trying to adapt to this world and it almost cost him his relationship with his father?
"I started adapting too quickly to this world. It almost cost me my relationship with my father. I started, killing people. Without a second thought. And the thing is? I didn't regret it. Not one bit" He kept his hand where it was, on the woman's shoulders. Her hand ontop of his, it just felt right to him. There was something about her that drew him in,"I became, lost. Someone who didn't care if he lived or if he died. Because what's the point of living another day in this new world we live in now?" Chris asked her, staring into the woman's eyes. He admired what she had said before, that she had said it felt as if she's known him for years. It comforted him.
Then was her question about what his cure he had in mind for her was. After hearing her whisper. There wasn't a doubt she was flirting with him now. Their face was so close together, he could just kiss her. But after all they had just met. That was when Chris leaned down, and answered her with a kiss to her right cheek. She seemed sweet. Caring. And the nicest person he's met in a very long time, whispering back into her ear,"how do you know I'm not the devil in sheep clothing?" He asked. In a way, he hated the way she trusted him so much. Because he didn't see himself as good at all. He saw himself as a monster. After everything he's done to get to where he's at. He didn't deserve this moment. Right here with her.
He sat there, listening to Stella's story. He could easily tell that it was hard for her. He wondered if she had told anyone else this story? He doubted it. Considering she travels alone by the looks of it, and he doubted she found anyone interesting enough to tell. Maybe he did get lucky that his head was on the other end of her sword.
Chris learned that she had been paying homage to the only person she ever considered as a parent, turning towards her gesture and looked at her Bow and Arrow resting against the wall on the near side. He was beginning to feel sorry for the woman. She looked like she had been through alot. And this new world they were living in, it really didn't help at all. And he could see why.
His eyes were on her face noticing the scar left on it,"Doesn't sound like Mother of the Year material!" Trying to make light of the situation abit. He never had a mother like that so he couldn't really relate at all. But he did have a female friend that had a situation like her's back when he was smaller, growing up in Los Angeles. But she moved away once they hit High School. He didn't have alot of friends even then. He wasn't exactly Anti-Social, people just didn't socialize with him.
"Wow!" He responded hearing the story of her father, the one that tried to do 'things' to her. Both her parents sounded disgusting. How could they do that to their child? He really had no idea. He knew alot of families weren't perfect. But to go that far? Then again he has gone on the Deep Web in the past. So he knew some people were far form perfect. Her parents being that way is what changed Stella. Maybe for the better. She was stronger now than back then. And it showed. Every bit of it. He was almost speechless hearing that story,"If that was me? I would of killed them before running off!" Of course telling her that to comfort her in some way.
She was getting to the end of her story, about finding a Tattoo Parlor and took shelter in there. That was where she got all of her tattoo's. It was a beautiful story. Dark, but it's what made her what she is today. Not a victim. But a survivor. His eyes were watching her, seeing her stand to her feet and lifted her top up to reveal her huge back tattoo. He did his best to not move his eyes below her waist.
Chris begun to get to his feet next, placing his finger on her match as if to trace around the tattoo itself. Chris was the mysterious type after all,"beautiful!" Was the only words he spoke in that moment, just looking at it. It told her story. A story of a younger girl just trying to survive,"we all have our demons, and everyday we have to fight them!" His eyes moving up and down her back. He couldn't even imagine what her childhood was like because his was much better. Despite his parents getting a divorce,"I can't imagine all the sh*t you've been through, and this new world, isn't much better. But there are people out there, people like me, that understand!"
It was in that moment that he moved his hand to her shoulder, placing it there to somehow help her,"each one of us, are our own demons. But you can trust me, I have nothing to lose anyway!" Trying to somehow comfort her,"The bad out there? It doesn't equal the good in here. But I have just the cure for you!" He told her.
His eyes gazed outside, it was darkness. Probably the scariest time to travel as a matter of fact. He gotten inside just in the nick of time. Just in time to meet this lovely woman. Who's been through hell and back. She told him her life story, and she hadn't even known him for 60 minutes. Then again, who else would she tell? He could tell it was a weight lifted off her shoulders.
Some could say Chris is a broken man. He came into the apocalypse as just a normal kid. But sh*t changes. As does life itself. One second your just a normal kid, living your daily life. Then the next, the dead start returning and eating anything it see's. His mother was one of those victims. When you see a loved one suffer, and ultimately put down, it breaks you. Apart of you dies. Apart of you dies with them. But this is how the world is now. You either kill to survive or you die. Those are the rules of survival. That's how you adapt to the world now.
Chris had a group, he had a father that cared for him and only wanted to see him get better. But he chose his own path, and chose to leave with a new people. And that decision almost led him to death itself. But even the face of death wasn't enough to kill him. It's all about survival. It's all about living another day. It's all about letting the darkness inside you out. And here his story begun. On this night, on this journey.
He was wearing torn jeans with a white short sleeved shirt. Wearing his watch on his left wrist. Walking down a dark road. Handgun put away in his pocket with the safety on. A big and sharp knife could easily be seen in his right hand. He wore his dark hair hanging down blowing in the wind. It felt a little chillier on this night, but he couldn't tell. He had so much rage and emotion inside his veins. Some blood appeared on his shirt. Not much but enough to be noticed. The street lights were on, as if guiding the way for him.
A walker appeared in front of him walking from the grass. He quickly shot his right arm up and stabbed him right in the head. Instantly it went down, removing the knife from it's skull. The walker looked to be a police officer. Or, was before sh*t hit the fan. He could see two more Walkers up ahead,"You want some? Huh?" He yelled out towards the two Walkers heading in his direction. Suddenly flashes of his father played in his head, and visions of his mother when he put her down. What is the use of living if you have to fight every single day? What's the point? The human race has already lost this war.
Chris spread his arms out, lifting his head up,"Come get some, dinner bells!" Chris had no idea what he was doing. But he just wanted the pain to stop. He just wanted, to be loved again. To be cared for again. To know that he is important to someone again. His father wast he only reason he continued living before, even if he was over-protective at times. At least he cared. Now? Chris had nothing. He could hear the Walkers getting closer, but just as he was about to commit suicide, one of the street lights flickered. Coming on and it showed a porch to some building. He could make it out as a 2 story house. In fact, he could make out several houses around him. He had found a neighborhood. Something he didn't notice before blinded by pure rage.
Decisions, their made everyday. Sometimes it has to do with life and death. Sometimes, it has to do with your own life. Maybe it was a sign? Maybe it was a sign from his dad? Was he even still alive? It would make sense if he wasn't...he gripped his knife tightly and once they were close enough he let out a sheer scream of rage and stabbed the closest one in between the eyes pushing it down ontop of the one behind him. Chris fell ontop of them. He pushed the dead undead Walker off and he brought the knife up and back down and he kept stabbing the 2nd one multiple times in the head. Blood came spraying out, letting out all of his rage and emotion. He took a deep breath, his entire clothes were bloodied. He rose to his feet then that was when he noticed something strange.
There were more walkers, all around but they seemed to of already been 'taken care of'. Was there someone else here? Or maybe they were farther down the road? He looked down at his knife, blood dripped from it. He begun to approach the 2 story house with caution, walking past the dead Walkers, heading up the straight sidewalk leading straight to the porch. He walked on it, making a little bit of noise. He tried the doorhandle, quickly pulling open the door and took a couple of steps inside.
He was making noise on purpose. He didn't like surprises. If there were any Walkers in here, they'll be easy to kill,"Is anybody home?" Chris called out, part of his hair covered half his face, quickly closing the door behind him in case any Walkers decided to follow after him. He had lifted his bloody knife up, and that was when he could hear breathing in one of the other rooms. He definitely wasn't alone....gripping his knife tightly he leaned closely against the wall. After a brief moment, he twisted around and entered what appeared to be the living room.