Name: Elizabeth “Liz” Corey Age: 22 Appearance: http://postimage.org/image/1ycnth0zo/ The night was coming to an end, the sun rising in the distance, the rampaging beast growing weaker by the second. Reaching the spot where it wanted to go it began panting. The sounds of pain and struggles escaped it’s fearsome jaw, as the dark brown, almost black fur began to recede. Disturbing sounds echoed through the night air; the large monster shrinking in size, taking the form of a human, one that you would never expect to suffer such pain and hide such a terrifying secret. The now young girl panted as tears ran down her cheeks, trying to regain herself. As a human her hair was blonde with pink tips, naturally a dark brown. Her eyes were a mysterious blue green colour. Her body was curvaceous and fit. There were scars that adorned her body, a set of deep gashes ran diagonally and downwards on her right ribcage, a mark set by powerful jaws wrapped around her left hip. She wasn’t your typical girl next door, with gorgeous features and a naive personality. She suited your typical, alternative/rocker girl. There were tattoos in certain places, uncommon earrings and marks left behind from previous piercings. She was cute for a girl of her ‘type,’ but once again not drop dead gorgeous. Eventually the pain and tears dissipated from her face as she slowly stood up, using a nearby tree as support she checked her surroundings. Although she could see nothing she couldn’t help but feel the eyes of someone upon her. Quickly she begun to dress, still weary of what she felt. Not many like her still existed; besides she didn’t wish to die. Who did? Although some still hunted her kind, she considered herself good at staying out of view and hiding.