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12 is a female coy-dog born in the Florida Everglades as a slave. Her early life was spent as a working girl, used for her body and eventually for her prowess with horses. After an ill-fated romance, she killed her master's son and threw off her chains of servitude, escaping the plantation and began traveling North along the East Coast of North America. She settled in New York for a time, and made a name for herself as a horseman and farrier. After growing bored and becoming somewhat infamous for her vicious attitude and rampant alcoholism, 12 packed up her trusty mule and moved further North to Nova Scotia, where she had heard tell her family once lived before they were made slaves.

She is a nasty woman, seemingly uncaring and nothing more than ugly. Her outlook of the world is extremely bleak, and she doesn't mind telling you that. Life means work, and if you don't do well in your work, you're worthless. Those who work hard and contribute are to be respected. Wolves and high-borns are the scum of the Earth, a point she makes abundantly clear. She wouldn't piss in the mouth of a wolf dying of thirst if it would save them.

Having abandoned her slave family and old way of life, 12 has been pretty much floating along with no real goals, dreams, or morals. She beds who she wants, when she wants, with little to no emotional attachment. Often, she drinks herself into a stupor, sometimes for days at a time. By observing her, it would be no far stretch to come to the conclusion that she is trying to put herself into an early grave. Yet she endures.

1.  Appearance

1.1  Essentials

Basics 12 is an extremely skinny (nearly emaciated), greasy, stinky coyote woman. She often looks quite unkempt and scruffy, like she really needs a bath. Her mane is chopped short and asymmetrically, and is usually pushed back, sometimes tied back with a bandanna. When engaged in physical activities, wiry muscles can be seen easily under her fur. She is conditioned from many years of hard labor. The most notable thing about her are her extensive scars. Lash marks criss-cross the entirety of her back side. Her hands are also terribly scarred from her years of work. Her tail and ears are cropped shoddily and it is clear at one point a ring was ripped from her septum. She has the number 12 underlined with three dots tattooed on her stomach near her left hip; the ink has stained the adjacent skin blue. Interaction Speech: High pitched and gravelly; extremely curt and always with a condescending tone Scent: Smells like stale booze and horses. Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: She is usually wide eyed and scowling. She spits often, as if always having a bad taste in her mouth. General Posture and Body Language: She walks stiffly and often jerks her movements; thin as a rail and erect like a sapling.

Palette  SILVER CHALICE (#A8A8A8)  GRAY (#7F7F7F)  TUNDORA (#4C4949)  MINE SHAFT(#302B2B)  ZAMBEZI (#655454)  BALI HAI (#878DA1) Distribution Fur: Primarily TUNDORA Face: GRAY with SILVER CHALICE around eyes and mouth Markings: MINESHAFT collar bone scoops & beauty mark, ZAMBEZI muzzle blaze Saddle: MINESHAFT Underbelly, arms/legs: SILVER CHALICE Eyes: BALI HAI with lighter flecks Optime Hair: MINESHAFT with fringe of GRAY Nose and Paw Pads: MINESHAFT

30 lbs (13 kg) 2 ft 6in (63 cm) 50 lbs (22 kg) 3 ft 1 in (92 cm) 140 lbs (63.5 kg) 5 ft 10 in (178 cm)

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2.  Personality

TL;DR: Unfriendly, extremely crass, and not afraid to speak her mind. There wont be too many people who will warm up to her, and she will most likely never warm up to anyone. She does have a pretty good sense of humor though, if not a little dark. Extremely rough around the edges and just unpleasant to be around.

2.1  Traits

Expression Outlook: Pessimistic, realist Sociability: Introverted, passive Expression: Uncaring, dismissive Alignment: Neutral Evil "Life's a shit sandwich, question is how much mayo you can spread on it." "The only side I'm on is my own." "Stand in my way, you'll get knocked on your pansy ass." Motivations Stimulation of the senses Doing a good job Fears Being restrained Falling in love Having children Interests Likes: horses, booze, pretty girls and boys, horses... wait Dislikes: wolves, high-born pricks, abused horses, slavery, prudes, and free-loaders

Biases Packs: Casa di Cavalieri, Salsola, New Caledonia Species: If you're a wolf or prominent wolf hybrid she'll automatically think you're a douche-bag Non-Luperci: Doesn't care, as long as you pull your weight Societal position: Views so-called high-borns and those of wealth as worthless Age: Thinks pups are useless and should remain both silent and invisible until they are old enough to contribute Sexuality Fully bi-sexual and extremely poly-amorous with tendencies to swing to the complete opposite spectrum and become asexual depending on her mood. Spirituality Raised primarily Catholic with Voodoo undertones, but she pretty much rejects all aspects of a 'loving god' due to her upbringing. Substances Alcohol: 12 is an alcoholic and drinks to excess on a regular basis Drugs: is not opposed to smoking or chewing any kind of drug offered to her, but does not go looking for it actively

2.2  Skills

Strengths Horse gentling: (Master): Can train a horse from the wild to tameness in the course of about two months, if allowed to work with it daily. Farrier: (Journeyman): Can trim and maintain the health of horse and bovine hooves, can even shoe if the materials are available. Rope making: (Accomplished): Can make strong single and double braided rope out of a variety of materials. Knife play: (Novice): Knows how to cut you, but isn't extremely skilled. Bi-lingual: (Master) Knows English fluently and speaks native Spanish

Weaknesses Booze: Gets drunk often and is vulnerable during these times, and extremely impressionable. Physical strength: Being undernourished in youth and adulthood, she does not have the bulk to back up her wiry muscles. Social graces: If you look up 'uncouth' in the dictionary, you'd see a picture of her. Illiterate: 12 was never taught how to read or write. Hygiene: Doesn't really take care of herself physically; is often dirty, smelly, and parasite-ridden

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3.  Connections

3.1  Family

TBD

3.2  Relationships

Key Relationships Lyssa Fontaine -- Frenchie closest thing to a 'best friend' Twelve could get Johnathan Winthrop -- Espejo the only person she has revealed her past to, she sees him as her counterpart in many ways one of her preferred lovers Zsorthia Mercedes -- The Red Lady one of her preferred lovers her partner in crime; they have a good hustle

She is decent with... Clover -- Big Bitch / Girl Dahlia de le Poer -- La La / Lahdeeda Evelyn Escuella -- The Burnt Woman Nazario Del Bosque -- One-Eye(d Pirate) Santiago Tejada -- Butter Face Vesper -- Grandma Waynescott Wyatt -- Mister Wyatt Calhoun de la Cruz -- Butterball Remy Debois -- Pipsqueak

She'll happily kick the ass of... TBD

Notable Meet & Greets Iomair -- Golden Boy

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Minor NPCs

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4.  History

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4.1  Pre-‘Souls History

Born to a slave coy dog brood-mother and an unknown coyote father, she is her mother's 12th child, and was born into a litter of three. At birth she was branded with her number, and her ears and tail were cropped, as was custom with the slaves. As a puppy she was pretty much ignored by both slaves and slave-masters alike, allowed to be fed at her mother's teat with few worries. She was not aware of her social condition until she came of age. Of course with sexual maturity came more attention, and she was frequently bedded by both her master and other high-born wolves.

She and the other slaves belonging to the wolf-dog worked his plantation and stables; 12 eventually was put to working with the horses. As she matured, she began to put little care into her appearance, frequently being punished for failing to partake in even the most basic of hygiene. The scars from the lashings eventually became part of the shroud of ugliness she wanted to hide behind. Soon, men no longer took her to bed, and the only reason she remained in servitude was due to her skill with the horses. In adulthood, she learned to break, tame, shoe, and even tend to horses medically.

Eventually, the master had a son who came of age, and wanted to learn more about horsemanship. 12 was told to teach him all she knew, and after spending a great deal of time with him, they began to bond. For the first time in 12's life she felt as if she had worth, for the master's son treated her with respect. For a time, she even believed he may be falling in love with her, as eventually his respect turned to gentle wooing. 12 began to have fantasize of running away with the boy, starting a new life, and maybe even a family; a fresh start. She divulged this dream to only her sister, someone she believed she could trust.

One day, the son had her summoned to the stables late at night. 12 quickly packed her essentials, and went to meet him, thinking that they were going to steal away together. But when she entered the stables, not only did she find the son but also several of his friends. It was revealed then that the son had been playing her all along, that his affections were only a ploy to have her groomed for his play thing. At this point, she was quite the beautiful young woman, and had taken to bathing and freshening herself often, in anticipation of his affections; she was a jewel among the slaves, despite her scars.

He had called her there so that he and his friends could rape her.

12, distraught and full of anguish, pulled her knife from her pack and slit the son's throat, and then gutted the rest of his friends.

With the blood still on her hands, she quickly packed up her items onto a mule and got the hell out of dodge. She traveled North, not stopping until she made it out of the Everglades, only then did she take time to relax, despite knowing that bounty hunters would most likely be on her tail. So, she continued onward for several months, until eventually settling in New York. There, among the bustling society, she disappeared into obscurity, and figured that no one would be able to find her.

She spent a good two years in New York, and was lucky to find herself an apprenticeship under a black-smith. From her training with him, she honed her skills with shoeing horses, a necessity in the city, were cobblestone and crumbling concrete were harsh on equine feet. She soon became the premier farrier of her burrow; but with notoriety came wealth, and with wealth came shame. 12 hated elitists, and felt she was becoming too comfortable with her life and had gained too much success. She began to drink more heavily, and spent a lot of her time at the brothels, spending nearly all her income from her trade and gaining a large amount of debt.

After she felt she had exhausted her time in New York, and to escape lone-sharks and debt collectors, she left the city in the early morning of the first day of spring, once again heading North. Her destination; Nova Scotia; when she was still young and a slave, her brood-mother had told her of the place up in the cold and had sworn up and down that their family had once been free there. She doubted the story was true, but there was no harm in finding out. Besides, up there was the wild-west of the Luperci world, where the packs were still barbaric and even a fuck up and former slave like her could settle, do hard work, and perhaps die comfortably.

5.  Summary & Thread Archive

5.1  2019 • THE WILD NORTH