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"When I find him....He'll beg for death."

Female
33 years old
Missouri
United States

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March 24 2024

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Orientation: Bi
Body type:Slim / Slender
Smoker:No
Drinker:Yes
Children:I do not want kids
Education:In college
Characters: Sandrine St. Claire
Verses: Supernatural, Werewolf, Anita Blake, Lost Girl, Dark Angel, TVD, Grimm
Playbys: Jessica Alba
Length: Multi Para, Novella
Genre: Action, Crime, Custom, Fantasy, Heroes/Villains, Supernatural,
Member Since:July 22, 2012




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Short, sweet, and to the point.

Sandrine is a born werewolf. Her father killed her mother when she was nine years old and sold her to a military medical facility. Trapped inside with many other supernatural creatures, she was taught how to control and manipulate her abilities as well as given military training. Sandrine broke out when she was twenty-one and has been on the hunt for her father ever since. If you would like to know details, please keep reading!


The Beauty beneath the Beast.

I still remember those cold dead eyes staring at me�begging me to run even in death, a pool of blood spreading around the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. Her natural auburn hair was splayed out in disarray, her limbs bent at impossible angles from the way she had landed flat on the pavement. Her hazel eyes stared at me as her spirit fled�..my hazel eyes. One thing I couldn�t possibly forget�.werewolves can�t fly, but I�ll get to that.

You don�t need to know where I was born, sh*t you don�t even need to know who I really am, but if you are reading this then you are wondering. My name is Sandrine Marie St. Claire and I, ladies and gentle-f***s, am a born Werewolf. Now that that is out of the way, let�s get back to the story.

My mother, Sophie Renee St. Claire, was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. With natural auburn hair that hung to the middle of her back in natural waves, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a face that would make an angel weep at her feet. She wasn�t just a pretty face she was a good spirit in the flesh, always doing the right thing even for the wrong people. A pureblood werewolf by birth, she was exceptionally strong, the likes of which I will never be. Above all else though�.my mother was my protector and died being just that.

When I was younger, my mother was just beginning to teach me to control myself and my abilities when all of this sh*t happened. I was but a pup and that was precisely why they wanted me in the first place. One day, when I was about five years old, a creepy old man with a leathery face came to my mom while my sperm donor was away on business. He was a thin man with a very sharp face but the oddest thing about him was his eyes. The strange color of them, a dark storm cloud grey, almost seemed to move of their own accord, I couldn�t keep from starring. I don�t remember much else of the stranger except that my mother rushed him out and seemed quite irate with him. After he had left, she immediately got on the phone with the man she was married to and told him of the encounter I�m guessing, by then I had found other things to get into.

When my ninth birthday came around, I saw the stranger once more, but this time he was at my birthday party. As a young wolf, I didn�t need to change so my mother never worried about me around normal kids. I was told what I could and could not do and was taught to mimic normal behavior so that I wouldn�t stand out, by that age I was a pro. A normal backyard BBQ with neighborhood kids and parents, with normal games, and normal cake�.that�s all it should have been. It was near the end of the festivities when he came through the back gate like he owned the place. Since I had seen him last, we had moved at least five times�.how did he know where we lived now? My mom, seeing the intruder looking around as if he were my grandfather, ushered everyone quickly out saying something about me feeling sick and not wanting the others to catch anything if I were sick�it�s not like they would know that it was literally impossible for me to get sick. Once everyone had officially left, my mother asked me to go to my room while she spoke with the man in black. From the stairs, I had a clear view of them sitting in the living room and used something that I wasn�t supposed to�.my supernatural hearing.

The man calmly asked my mom over and over if this was what was best for her child, for me. Starting calm, it was easy to see that she was becoming more and more angered at his assumption that something else was better for me. He talked about testing, training, growing, learning, and much more which I didn�t quite understand. Two words I heard often in his pitch was �Super Soldier��.but I didn�t get it. I had been sheltered; no danger had come to my home before, for all I knew they were talking about a damn movie�.but they weren�t at all. As I was just about to go back to my room, my mother's husband came crashing through the front door almost falling over. If his droopy expression and glazed eyes didn�t give it away his breath certainly would. Closing the door and stumbling into the kitchen in his drunken stupor, he stopped and looked up the stairs to see my terrified eyes. �Go to your room, mommy and daddy have to talk.� Looking at my mother for guidance she nodded her head slowly but she was just as scared as I was.

I retreated to my room and played with my dolls knowing that I would be caught if I tried to go back out there and punished. The sun low, the colors of the sky a beautiful changing hue, I watched it finally set at my window as I waited to be told I could come out. A loud roar rumbled the floor beneath me as my donor and the creepy old geezer were thrown out the front door onto the pavement. They looked back in bewilderment as she screamed for them never to come back and slammed the door. They beat on it for a good couple minutes before my mother burst through my room door panting. The small smile she offered to comfort me didn�t hide the terror in her eyes. �We�re going on a little trip, just you and mommy ok? Let�s get some things.� We had never been on a trip before, not just the two of us.

The days passed in a rush, hotel to hotel, highway to highway, not once would she tell me where we were going, but I didn�t really ask. We sang and danced in the car, being silly, having fun on this strange trip that seemed not to end. We had checked into a much larger hotel this time but it still seemed the same. Tucked into bed after a much needed bath, my mother laid beside me, her wet hair tickling my ear as she sang me to sleep. When the door shook with a knock, she told me to stay quiet as she crossed the room. Looking through the peephole, she opened the door and embraced the stranger who had knocked. Closing the door quickly, she brought him into the room and the relief on her face was enough for me to know that he was a good guy. �Rini, this is my father Demetri�your grandfather.�

I had never heard of this man before, I thought all of my grandparents were dead, but it was unmistakable in his face�.he was my family. With an excited giggle I rushed to the end of the bed and threw myself on him and felt the warm and tender embrace of a man I didn�t know but knew I shared blood with. His soft laugh was warm and comforting as he held me like he had known me for years, had watched me grow. I was put back down and before I could even open my mouth the door burst open, fragments flying all around. Scrambling to grab me, my mother took me in her arms just as the creepy man and my mothers husband came inside with a few people in tow. My newly found blood roared in anger as his older muscles seemed to bulge, he looked at my mother with wild eyes that were not what they had been at first. Werewolf eyes stared at us as he yelled at us to run before flinging himself forward and engaging in combat�..that was the first and last time I ever saw that man�.my grandfather.

Shouldering through the men in her way that were bracing to fight her father, my mother held me tight as she ran down the hall with me in her arms. Skidding to a halt at the end of the hall, she looked back to see people running after us and ran down a separate hall and through a door. They came to a large staircase. Blocking the door as best she could with her own weight for when they came, she grabbed me by my arms and forced me to look at her. �Ok baby, I�m just going to go talk with your father ok? I want you to go downstairs and wait in the car ok baby.� She said as she fished the keys from her pocket and pushed me lightly to start down the stairs. �Hurry now baby, I�ll be right there ok, run for me please��I love you baby��.Go, run!� she yelled at me as tears streamed down her face. Doing as I was told I ran down the stairs for the car, not believing for a second I wouldn�t see her again�but I would see her again.

As I raced through the last door, I was blasted with cold air from outside. I stumbled to a stop as I heard a scream, I couldn�t help but look up. The building soared stories higher than I thought, but from the ground I could still see what I needed. From the window of the room we had been in, I saw shadows dancing across the room. It all happened so fast�.I blinked for just a second and there she was, flying towards me. I thought we were going to leave, to get away�.little did I know how wrong I was. Taking a few steps back, I watched as my mothers body made contact with the hard concrete. A silver blade stuck out from between her shoulder blades, her head was turned towards me�.my mother was gone. As I stood in shock, I couldn�t bare to run�.I couldn�t even cry�it was like it just wasn�t real, it couldn�t be! I was scooped up into familiar arms and flung over his shoulder as I stared back at the last thing I would remember of the loving, caring, beautiful, creator of my world.



The Beast beneath the Beauty.

By now you are probably wondering why I never call that man my father�my dad. He wasn�t worth that title and never would be. When I was younger I thought I was just being silly, that somewhere inside I had to love my father, he was my dad after all�.but now I knew why I didn�t. As I sat in the blindingly white room, a simple set of blue scrubs on my body, I looked through the reinforced glass that even I couldn�t break at the man who was half of my being�the half I�d rather kill than live with. He was everything I wasn�t and I just couldn�t understand how my mother could love such a man. His dark brown eyes watched me as his tiny, angry mouth waited to speak. He always looked so mad and I never understood why. He held no love in those eyes for me, not like the love I had seen for my mother.

�This is all your fault you little brat!� I heard him scream over the intercom that was on so that we could communicate whilst I was safely in my hollow prison that I would get to know very well. �She didn�t need to die but noooo, she just couldn�t give you up! Do you know how much money we owed the banks? Always moving and changing names�did you even notice?! Of course not! You are nothing but a stupid child!� He ran his fingers through his short brown hair and flexed his strong jaw before continuing as I sat in silence. �All she had to do was give you up and we would have been able to pay off all of our debts, move far away, and start over! She could�ve had another baby�we could have been happy!� He shook his head in frustration before getting up and leaving�.the last time I ever saw him�thankfully.

Later I was filled in on who and what my fag ass father really was. You see, my father had been a hunter. Jackson Lee Vogue was a supernatural hunter and had been for years�until he met my mother. He had been swept away by her beauty and charm, by her kind and truly good spirit. All those times he was away on business, he had been out on a hunt for beings much like myself and some not even close. All he was trying to do was sell me to this facility and get his life back�a life he could start over with the woman he loved�.but she loved me more than she could possibly love him.

The leathery faced man came around often for the next few years at the facility I was being held at. I finally learned where I really was and that I wasn�t even close to alone. Each cell held a different person, with a different gift, that was brought here at different times. From werewolves and vampires, to shamans� and witches, to voodoo priests and wendigos�..every creepy crawly of the night was here in this one, large, well guarded, underground research military base.

We may have all been taught different things but one thing we were all taught that was the same was how to control our abilities. We were taught blind obedience, how to fight, strategy, everything we needed to become those two words I remembered from being a child�. A �Super Soldier�.

It took a long time to get out of those thoughts, to get away from that obedience, to use my past as a trigger. I had been taught everything I needed to know and even if I hadn�t I would have left anyway. I had weaseled my way into the hearts of guards, nurses, doctors, sh*t anyone that I saw more than once. I used everything I knew to gain their trust and loyalty. I would test it from time to time, seeing what I could get away with and who would spill the beans. I learned my circle�..maybe if they had known my intent they never would have helped me�..but I was much smarter than they believed.

My escape was well planned and executed perfectly. I didn�t take anyone along or tell them I was leaving. I didn�t even hint that I wondered about life on the outside�.in their eyes I was exactly what I was trained to be�.a �Super Soldier�. With no disruptions, no deaths, no problems, I slipped from their loosened grasp with expert precision�just like I had been taught�but I�d never be found again. It was a simple escape really�and maybe one day I�ll tell you�but until every single one of them is dead it�s not safe for anyone to know but me.

I was twenty-one when I fled, I had been stuck in that hole for twelve years before getting out and I would never go back. Of course the first thing I did when I got out was look for the reason I was in there in the first place. I�m no saint, I kill for money and a warm bed. I�m nothing like my mother and never will be until the day my father is ripped to pieces and begging forgiveness at my feet�.before he too get�s thrown from a twelfth story window. Have you ever tried to hunt a hunter? It isn�t easy, in fact it is almost impossible. Changing names, locations, always on the move�..but the impossible is just up my alley and determination is on my side. I will find my faggot father�.and I will make him pay�


Physical Characteristics:


Height: 5'7"
Weight: 3175 lbs.
Race: French and American
Eye Color: Either dark brown or amber, depending on circumstance
Hair Color: Dark brown
Glasses or contact lenses? Nope
Skin color: Bronze
Shape of Face: Oblong
Distinguishing features: Plump lips
Appearance: Usually T-shirt or tank top and jeans
Mannerisms: Often skeptical, quick tempered about many things, but also laid back
Smoke/Drink: No / Yes
Health: Excellent
Hobbies: Fighting, motorcylces, food, vengence
Favorite Sayings: "Is that right?" "Aww, that's cute" "F*** off"
Speech patterns: Depends on situation. Many accents for various personalities to assume
Disabilities: None
Greatest flaw: Blind to side tasks when close to finding father.
Best quality: Fiercley loyaly to those who prove worthy

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes:


Educational Background: Military training
Intelligence Level: Above average
Any Mental Illnesses? Touch of OCD
Learning Experiences: Mothers murder, professional training....many things.
Character's short-term goals in life: Finding the next clue to fathers whereabouts
Character's long-term goals in life: Revenge
How does Character see herself? Blind to many things because of her burning desire for pay back
How does Character believe he is perceived by others? not really worried about it
How self-confident is the character? Pretty cocky
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof? Combination. Clever but quick
What would most embarrass this character? That is a good question...

Character Details

LEGAL NAME: Sandrine Marie St. Claire
NICKNAMES: Rina, Rini, Wolfy, Fluffy
GENDER: Female.
SPECIES: Shapeshifter : Wolf
DATE OF BIRTH: 09/01/
AGE: 27
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Constantly moving.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Hunter / Merc
TATTOOS|PIERCINGS: 4/7
BRIEF BIO: My mission in life is simply to find and eliminate my father.
LIKES: Truth
DISLIKES: Lies
BRIEF PERSONALITY: Snarky, sarcastic, vulgar, sexy, devious, smart.

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Jul 2nd 2013 - 8:01 PM


Noah stood up straighter and looked at the young woman. Her answer to his question was surprising. "Uh, I know a few things about werewolves." He nervously looked at his partner Joe but took a step closer to the woman. "What is it that you need to know?" he asked her. Joe had shut the door to the car with the man locked inside. Noah wondered what it was that she wanted to know about werewolves. He actually knew quite a bit because he interacted with them often, both positively and negatively. His girlfriend was a werewolf, but he also had a tendency to lock up the younger ones of her pack. He wondered as well if it would be appropriate for him to take her to Donovan or just to Lillian for answers.
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May 30th 2013 - 1:27 PM


Noah and Joe were on patrol that night, taking their routes through the town looking for any suspicious activity. The echo of a gunshot rang through the streets. As the car turned left down Copper Street Noah pointed out a man who was walking hurried down the sidewalk. "That looks like him. Maybe he's making an exchange. The gunshot was probably him too. Hit the lights," Joe said to him. Noah flicked the switch on their dashboard and their red, white and blue lights flickered. The man stopped, seeing the lights and fleed in the opposite direction. "Chase him," Noah said.

Joe hit the gas the sped down the road along side the sidewalk, tailing the running man. They were thankful that the roads were usually quiet this time of night and in this particular area. Noah caught sight of a figure laying on the ground up ahead who just stood up and punched the man in the face. Joe pulled the car up to the curb and Noah got out with his gun out. "Don't move," Noah called out as he approached the woman, walking in a slight crouch in case the man got up. "Are you alright ma'am? I saw you laying on the ground before." Noah asked her, with his eyes still on the man.

Joe got out of the car behind him with his gun out too and approached the man. He glanced back and Noah and nodded, "It's him. Did this man shoot at you?" Joe asked as he placed his gun back in the holster at his hip and snapped it in. Then he knelt over the man and grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back so he could cuff him. Noah finally stood and put his gun away as well since the man was no longer a threat in cuffs. "Mr. Mackey, you are under arrest for the posession and selling of illegal substances and carrying a weapon without a permit." Joe informed him as he pulled all of the materials from the man's pants. The gun had been tucked in his pants at his lower back. The man groaned as he came to, while Joe and Noah were lifting him to his feet.

Noah looked back at the woman. She seemed a little lost, confused and maybe even frightened, though, she took him down with a good swing of her arm. "Do you need any assistance?"
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