Dirion avait commencé à reculer, un geste intelligent comme le destin avait pris le temps qu'il a passé à basculer pour amener un marteau derrière elle, le frapper dans le sol où il venait d'être. Elle sifflait, se mouvant davantage en le suivant, se brouillant le sol avec ses marteaux, laissant des fissures dans le pavé. Son crâne a commencé à craquer, à changer de configuration, ses os ont grimpé au fur et à mesure qu'ils grandissaient. Frappant son marteau dans le sol une fois de plus, Fate renversa la tête pour crier, changeant de blessure, mais alors qu'elle approchait de sa voix, elle se trouva en mouvement comme dans le miel, jusqu'à ce qu'elle se fige, tête de loup inclinée sur un corps légèrement enroulé, mais encore très humain. Son cri gelé avant qu'il ne passe ses crocs.
I can't seem to work out/decide on a Need, so for now, if that's alright, Fate just has a temporary goal, she will probably chose a real goal eventually.


NAME: Fate
RELATIONSHIP WITH WINK AND BUSKER: Fate works and lives at The Bawdy Dog, thanks to Wink’s not so soft heart, and constant requirement for an extra pair of working hands. 
NEED: She’s not quite sure yet, for the most part however her short time goal is indulging in brawls.
She reckons she’ll wing it for now, and find something uh… bigger to occupy her time, hopefully fairly soon.
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DETAILS: Fate is a 16 year old Werewolf, able to shift at will, although the further from full moon it is, the harder and more painful it gets. New moon leaves her weak, and full moon induces a blood rage. The closer to full moon it is, the more violent she gets. Even in human form she is stronger than she looks, with stronger scenes, although there is the down side of sharing the same almost colorblindness as a normal wolf, all the time. Her eye is damaged, clawed scares sweeping through, and she suffers from a lack of depth perception.
This slightly impairs her fighting, as she can't judge the distance, this however she remedies by getting "up-close-and-personal" smashing them with either her fists or hammers. She keeps her fighting out of the tavern, most of the time. For 'blood moons' as she calls them, Fate disappears into the nearby woods, in the hope of lessening the number of humans she mauls, rather hunting game.