So I’m posting a small poll on my Facebook page this morning and went looking for McKenna’s profile so I could link to it. It was then that I realized I didn’t put her up here!
Shame on me.
So here she is.
Human: McKenna – Mac to her friends, precious few that they are – has broad shoulders, generous breasts and an hourglass figure. She has shockingly red hair that is all natural and falls around her face in short, just above the shoulder, waves. She has the porcelain complexion that is typical of a Scottish redhead, along with a smattering of freckles below the bright blue eyes. Very delicate, elfin features draw the eyes of men and women alike despite her every attempt to downplay them.
She has a scar just under the right side of her ribcage, around the back, where a would-be mugger stabbed her in the kidney when she refused to cooperate. And she is missing a chunk out of her left breast from a mishap with a Tiger that got infected and never healed quite right.
Wolf: Medium sized Wolf with rust coloured fur and pale, washed out blue eyes.
Background: McKenna was born to a single mother who happened to be a lone Wolf. A Scottish Wolf living in London, McKenna’s mom was a runaway, the Theta from a northern Highlands pack. One who had run away when her Alpha raped her while she was caring for the wound in his chest caused by a missing young girl. When the mother found out she was pregnant she sought sanctuary in London and raised her girl with love and the arts. McKenna’s mother died the night of McKenna’s first heat. The heat had attracted several males who were eager to get at the fourteen year old girl. Mac ran as her mother fought for their lives. Three males lost their lives before Mac’s mother lost the fight.
Mac did everything she could to cover her scent and crossed into Wales, where she stole art supplies and food and made a home for herself in a cave in the Cambrian Mountains. She began to sell her work for pennies until a gallery owner saw them, and her, and took her in. It took Mac a long time to trust the old man though he did nothing but treat her like a granddaughter and sell her work.
One full moon night, coming from the gallery on her way to run she was stopped by a Tiger. He accosted her, demanding to know why she was on their territory without permission. When she told him the truth he tried to take her by force. She shifted and ran for the mountains, not knowing that the old man followed her, as he had with every run. The Tiger shifted and followed her. He caught up to her in the foothills and attacked. She was losing the battle, having been bitten in the chest, a large chunk of flesh torn out when the man shot the Tiger, repeatedly, emptying a semi-automatic rifle – a Browning Bar Mark II – into the Cat and dragged Mac into his truck. Only her being a Wolf saved her that night.
When the man died a couple of years later she mourned him like a grandfather. Then she took the money and the rifle he left her and headed north again, landing in Glasgow and selling her wares in the Barras.
Weaknesses: The fact that she’s a lone Wolf makes her half as strong as she could be. She trusts no one and allows no one to get close to her.
Strengths: She became a marksman, not at the level of the upper four in the Four Claw pack but well enough to defend herself. She is an underground boxer, taking her aggressions and anger out on the men who laughingly step into the ring with her. She doesn’t dwell in her anger but has used it to fuel her survival.