Alice O'Connor/ Wolf Transfiguration

Name: Alice O’Connor

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Name of Power: Wolf Transfiguration

Power description: Like Sirius Black, she can turn into a black wolf/dog (it really depends on how people interpret it at the time. When she is happy and playful, most people think she looks like a black dog. Angry? Wolf, she definitely looks like a wolf.) Pretty straight forward yes? Of course, what that comes with is heightened senses even when she is in human form, as well as endurance. That being said, she can’t turn it off. Being able to hear and smell exceedingly well comes with its down side, she can’t stand loud music and smelly foods, and people who talk a lot. Usually she has transformation under control and can change in and out of it as easily as she breathes, but there are times she can’t control it. Emotional rages, environmental stress, fear, you know all that good ‘mutant can’t control her power’ stuff. Her power she uses when she needs to or when she is just tired she will flit back and forth, but if she stays like a wolf for prolonged periods of time she gets ‘wolf thoughts’ after she has changed back. She can become irritable and snappy, she can get jumpy and often has a craving for steak. It wears off after a while and she will be normal Alice, but until then, it be wise to watch your tongue or your hamburger.

Appearance: Alice has mid length black hair that is so dark it glints blue in the sunlight, and like any good rebellious teen she has a white stripe to frame the left side of her pale face. Her hair usually falls in gentle, ringlets but tends to change with the weather, she never really fusses with it. Her eyes are a cool pale blue, like thin ice over a lake, or a sky about to snow. Standing at 5’ 10” she is a good hiegth compared to others, but not the tallest for sure. Really she is just spindly and thin, her wolf form can sometimes complete eradicate her appetite or spark a voracious eating binge, it honestly depends on wolf Alice’s preference. Her arms are riddled with spindly tattoos, nothing big and bulky, just…elegant scrawling. Although along with her tattoos comes simple scars, but what mutant doesn’t have scars.

Personality: Alice is reclusive. Easily. She is quiet, usually never speaks to anyone, but if its just the two of you and you break her barrier you could have her laughing and joking and kidding around. But she is very discerning, she picks her friends very carefully and is usually suspicious of every one else until they have proven that she needn‘t be. Trust makes her weary and people who have abusive ways or just abrupt personalities makes her snarl. And she will, she will snarl, growl, and gnash her teeth if she doesn’t like what is going on, even if she is in her human form. The wolf Alice kind of rubbs of on human Alice.

There was an old thinking back when Brittan still had dark forests riddled with wolves and other dangerous animals, when people where still very superstitious and believed in magic and witches and spirits. There was an old belief that the people of Wales were wild and untamable, tricksters by nature, shady, introspective and secretive, and over all mysterious. And whether or not this was truth, Alice lives up to her heritage‘s reputation. In apperance to personality she is a reflection of her home country. But really she isn’t “bad”, really she just doesn’t trust the world that has fought so hard to keep her separate from it.

History: A welsh woman she was born and raised, although her father was Irish (hence the O‘Connor) she never knew him, and only knew her mother for a short while. But she was told she looked like her, but she shared her pale eyes with her father. She doesn‘t really remember her mother, and she often wonders if she was anything like her. Alice was taken away from her when she was small, family members declaring her mother to be ’Un fit for motherly duties’ and she disappeared after they took her baby away. But Alice never thought that to be true, of her few memories of her mother they where simple and sweet. One of her mother holding her chubby toddler hand as she totted about, walking through a garden on a spring morning. She can remember a small little cottage with a steaming kettle and her mother singing to her in welsh as Alice fell asleep. Out of all of her memories, none of them formed her mother to be the wild irresponsible wretch the rest of her family made her out to be. Although Alice could imagine they would lie, the rest of her family was stuck up, snobby and rude, basically embody every trait Alice hates, fit it all into an Uncle, Aunt, 2 cousins, and a grandmother, and you have Alice’s family. But if Alice was right and they where lying, why did the court take her form her mother, and why did her mother never try to visit?

Well, as stated before, Alice completely despised the rest of her family, and every choice she made was entirely to spite them, even the choice of keeping her fathers last name who they often slandered and picked on. Their idea of perfection Alice completely chose the opposite of and it sort of shaped the way she lived. Her history is fraught with stories and adventures she loved to recount in front of her Aunt’s company and her Uncle’s colleges, and especially her cousins friends. Her cousins where her age, they where in the same classes as her, and they made sure to make her life a living hell, and she only learned how to send back the favor, only with a bit more malice.


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