Red Meadow.

[Maero]

Name: Jewl
Age: 16
Species: Human.
Appearance: She stands about 5 foot 4, has tanned, smooth skin, intense green eyes, and and short brow hair. Her cup size is A little under a C cup.
Personality: Naive and curious, she doesnt discriminate between Weres and humans due to her history. She doesnt like populated areas, and finds modern tech to be rather scary.
Bio: Jewl was born under special circumstances, her mother had been raped by a werewolf, and so naturally she also began to become one. But instead of allow herself to transform into what she considered to be monsters, she instead ingested large amounts of Wolfs bane. The nearly poisonous plant almost killed her, and when she realized she was pregnant with Jewl her fate was sealed. She died during child birth, and Jewl was left without a parent. A friend of her mother's took Jewl away and raised her in the forest where he studied wild life and plants, using little to no technology. There he taught her how to survive on her own and make use of the land and animals around her. But when Jewl turned 13, he left, telling her that he would return with a cake from the city, and never returned. Jewl waited three years, and now is moving towards the a more populated area, looking for answers. She has had almost no human contact aside from that of her foster Father.


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Jewl crawled through the branches of the tree, carefully stepping, making barely a sound. She was watching, again. This town she had found was full of people, and she was trying, once again, to work up the courage to go in and ask about her missing father, but she couldnt bring herself to do it. They all looked so different from her, they all wore much clothing, and talked into plastic rocks, and laughed at strange images that were displayed on flat boards. The whole of it scared her. She looked own at herself, her tan skin and scant clothing, no more than a brown fur wrap for a bra and some shorts she had made out of one of her Father's remaining pants. There was no way she would fit in or be inconspicuous. So for now she watched, waiting for her courage to build up, or for something else to happen.