Name: Dolores Bellaire
Age: 22
Country of Origin: Paris, France.
Mutation: Shapeshifting - long-tailed Weasel
Backstory:
Dolores was hailed from Paris, France and born as an only child who was raised by a single mother known to be the dame of the streets men drooled for. The Brunette has no knowledge of having a father, and growing up learned to be independent much to early as the two lived in poor conditions.
Despite living in poor conditions, Dolores will admit that
mother has given her proper love and care compared to a higher class one as she grew up. Her mother was a burlesque queen, an old type of show girl, that tempted men backstage, and you know the rest..
That type of classy girl before returning home late nights to Dolores with plenty of money to merely last the week. The girl just had to learn how to survive through the tough streets she was born and raised in, rather then the nice and colorful streets of liveliness Paris was always often depicted as, and she learned through stealing. A small skill she became adept at when she was seven.
Cunning, deceitful, and precocious--Dolores stole food, and occasionally clothes secretly for her and her mother. It made everything easier, her mother would be able to pay off bills more quickly without tempting anyone, while Dolores did Dolores and stole little things for the two without getting caught. The little girl would even act like a desperate child in poverty in order to be taken in by a family with money and steal from them, before disappearing off into the night and meeting up with her mother again. This gimmick went on for years until at age twelve. (12), something
strange happened.
Upon being in another family's home and finishing up a phone call with her mother secretly, while in the middle of one of her stealing plans she had finally gotten caught. Little did Dolores know, the family that took her in was a..
Peculiar family. Everything was locked and childproof. No luck on jewels, she had plenty of clothes back home, and no wallet around. A couple -who had taken in three other kids- that seemed to nice and to
touchy. Curiosity tends to kill the cat, and doing more secret searching, Dolores only found surgical knives in the closet. Ultimately coming to the conclusion that her Gut instinct was on tact. The couple had a thing for killing, and taking in kids. Killing kids. Apparently once the couple had caught Dolores, she was terribly startled and immediately got yanked by the husband towards him. With this action, everything happened so fast, She became small creature and as a result he lost his grip on her, causing the wife to scream and the man to fall back.
Once released, Dolores had landed on the ground roughly on her back, before she quickly flipped to her stomach as a weasel and hissed. The woman attempted to stomp around on the ground out of panic but Dolores climbed up her leg, to her arm, and jumped out the room she was in very quickly. She had become a weasel of some sort, that caught the couple off guard and give her time to hide under a couch as a weasel. Dolores only saw 'paws' as her hands, and noted she was much more smaller now but kept hidden nonetheless.
It took some time and waiting for an opening to escape. The other kids didn't tell on the weasel's whereabouts and the husband of the couple came to the conclusion that perhaps Dolores got out through the front door. Obviously determined to drag the little twelve year old girl back, he left through the front door and that was when Dolores ran out as fast as she could as a weasel, to the meet up her mother would be waiting at. Quite an experience, but did she learn her lesson? No. In fact, she was willing to do the trick again in the future.
Coming empty handed as she ran through the night as an animal, Dolores finally got a full view of herself when she stopped Infront of a antique store and looked at her reflection on a window. A weasel she was indeed, she couldn't even believe it. Never has she ever been so terrified in her life while doing a task like this up until now. She waited, her weasel form not even beginning to cease and eventually fell asleep in the streets, curled to a ball.
When daylight hit, Dolores awakened. Not outside, but inside a building. Her vision was blurred by the brightness as her eyesight adjusted and she sat right up, startled. Her other noted the fear."I found you sleeping once I arrived. Empty handed.. What happened? Did you collapse on the street?" She asked. The girl shook her head, and told her mother play by play what had happened last night while she stayed at the victim's house, that backfired and almost made
her the victim instead.
Mother believed everything.. But not the whole weasel turning thing of course. That is until the girl had sneezed, she turned into a weasel. Speechless, and surprised, Dolores' mother was caught off guard, grabbing the weasel yet surprisingly, she wasn't shocked or feared. She knew that her daughter had this sort of 'power', and that this weasel was her daughter as she changed Infront of her face and therefore was determined to keep Dolores at her side even more now, fearing that someone will take her away and use her in some type of way, like greed or something.
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It took a lot of time for Dolores to learn how to shapeshift at will. Most often she was kept at home more then usual by her mother due to shapeshifting out of the blues from becoming sick, or sneezing, even getting startled or frightened to death. For about seven months she focused on shapeshifting at will and when she finally did manage to do so, Her mother decided to ban Dolores from acting like a poor child and getting taken into another family, taking precaution and also in the fear of Dolores becoming a victim and weasel again.
Now fourteen (14) it was then that Dolores was found by some men in fancy outfits. Suits. She was roaming along the streets and attempted to swipe some jewels from the store. The tween succeeded, doing an old switcharoo technique and walked out calmly, to which the
suits followed her. Having a sort of 'sixth sense' she walked faster, bumping into a French citizen who yelled at her to 'watch it' as she fell back and drop the brown sack filled with necklaces, bracelets, and two tiaras. Immediately the man was shocked, and she ran as the suits chased after her quietly yet as swiftly as they can.
Dolores managed to out run them after half an hour and made it home. Climbing through the window of her apartment nervously to her waiting mother. By then, dinner was ready and she quietly ate dinner with her mother, terrified. She would probably be arrested. It was then that a loud knock was heard.
"Don't!"
Yelled Dolores. But her mother shook her off, opening the doors and frozen stiff by the sight of the two suited up men who quickly snapped the two out of it."We come in no harm. We are here for Dolores Bellaire. The shapeshifter able to turn into a weasel. You two are not in trouble, we guarantee you." And the agents looked over to Dolores, the mother looking at her as well.
The suited men were invited in and had a conversation with the mother about their reasoning, program, plans, and Dolores. Mices can be heard scurrying in the walls and squeaking through them while a small yet very visible spider formed it's large intricate web, catching flies for food at the corner of the ceiling. It was hard to accept Dolores going into this program but she eventually invited Dolores in the conversation, explaining everything. Truthfully and simply.
It was also hard for Dolores to accept. But nonetheless, she did for her future. There would be others like her, and she would be able to protect her mother more perhaps as well as learn new things and train with others like her. Around peculiar 'mutants'. So Dolores was taken in and the agents had also sheltered her mother more properly, who changed her life all around. Her mother living in a nice yet average house, with a 'real job' and making plenty.