Sydney- Werewolf

Name: Sydney Lilith Maddox

Nickname: Lilith if you want

Age: 21 years

Gender:  Female

Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual

Occupation: Hotel Employee

Appearance: Sydney isn’t one to stick out much at all. Her hair is a dark, wavy auburn that rests just beneath her shoulder blades. Sydney’s bangs are cut straight across her forehead and a quite bouncy, though they are often pushed to the side. Her hair is sometimes died to be a more intense red as well. She has a build of medium height but her body always appears to be rather small. In the curve department, she isn’t lacking but doesn’t have too much like the other women she had wanted to be like as a young child. Her eyes are naturally blue, but they hold enough gray to change within different lighting. In rare moments, the light hits her eyes so they appear nearly white. Other moments, her iris becomes pale and her pupil widens to where they seem nearly black. Sydney’s eyes are literally the key to her soul, and she can never hide her emotions in them. Her skin is of a naturally pale color and she doesn’t mind it. She doesn’t dress to impress, and her outfits usually consist of a flannel and torn or normal jeans. Over all, this werewolf enjoys being barefoot. If she must wear shoes, she’ll slip on whatever is comfy at the moment. The form of her beast holds the same color as her natural auburn hair and is a hulking figure. In that form, she is a medium height for a werewolf like she is as a human.

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Race: Werewolf

Rank Requested: Whatever the Alpha deems will be fine.

Specialization: Can shift into a beast

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Height: Human Form: 5"4.5 | Primal Form: 6"9

Weight: Human Form: 130 lbs | Primal Form: 205 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Human Form: Auburn | Primal Form: Auburn 

Identifying Marks: Human Form: Three freckles in a row on the inside of her wrist | Primal Form: Same as human form

Face Claim: Susan Coffey

Personality: Sydney, like any other ex-warrior, is cool and calculated. She tends to resort into awkwardness in order to escape conversation. Others giving her 'attitude' doesn't go tolerated and she will snap at them for being so foolish. True to her red-head nature, she can be a bit of a firecracker with a short temper. Sydney enjoys playing games with people to lead them on and then shut them down hard. It's her way of sort of mending a broken heart though she has stopped caring. She isn't quick to admit her depression though everything seems dull and boring than when it was in her life before she became a werewolf. On occasion she can be kind to other but it is a rarity. Meetings with strangers aren't much of an interest as more of something to do when she has nothing else. She often finds herself wondering why she is still on Earth and that maybe that needs to change. Her days are numbered with trying to find something worth enjoying but can never really connect with the people who surround her. She is perceptive to the feelings others direct toward her with their bodies and will fit herself accordingly. 

Likes:
- Horses
- Hiking
- Hunting
- Running through the woods aimlessly



Dislikes:
- People messing with her hair
- Arrogant people
- Long finger nails
- Slackers
- Perverts
 

Habits: The eyes are the key to the soul with Sydney. If she is lying or bluffing, she will not look straight at a person and instead focus on something else. Her face will turn as nearly red as her hair when she is embarrassed. When lost in thought she will look up and mouth certain words to help her think. She will speak slowly and her voice will be sharp whenever she is annoyed. Her fingers will rub against her hands and she will form fists when she is angry. When she's sad, Sydney will try he best to isolate herself. As she will often blank out, her hands will rub her wrists as if she were shackled. The werwolf will pace around a room a lot in moments of panic though she will remain calm. It is very easy to tell who she is affectionate towards because she tends to look at them most. Any other time her eyes will travel away as if she isn't even listening. Sydney will push others aay until they no longer care at all without even noticing.

History: The duke rushed down the hallway at great speed for his waddling body. Only this morning had his wife begun the pains of her labor, but then something had gone terribly wrong. Clambering onto one of his own war horses, Duke Maddox rode like death was chasing him to the castles of the Order. The “Order” was a rather configuration for the kingdom, in fact it was the reason the people were safe. The best knights trained and lived within the large castles, completely dedicated to their profession. Not only knights, but the arts of healing and knowledge as well. Duke Maddox raced their now in search of a healer, and one of the best. Knowing the baby did not have much time, he quickly called order with the head council. It was a brief conversation, but only because it ended on the duke’s cries and pleads for help. The head of the council had to put much thought into the stout man’s request, but what was the life of a baby worth in order for him to send out his best healer. I war in Wales had just ended, and he needed all the medical help for his knights that he could get. When Duke Maddox spoke again, he had caught the interest of the head. “Please, I will do anything! I will give you anything if you just save my wife and child!” After those words, it was needless to say that two riders came back to the duke’s castle. Both the baby girl and her mother were saved and the duke was so relieved that the very few moments he had the head were forgotten until seventeen years later. It was in those short moments that the duke and the head made a deal, none other than a deal signed in blood.

Seventeen years later, the baby girl was now becoming a woman. Her mother had taught her proper etiquette and ways of a Welsh woman with rich genes. Sydney followed the rules and ways with grace and strict arrogance both her and her sister had been taught. There were many balls, small parties, and family gatherings that led up to one moment and one only that mattered most. Both her family and herself were high up on the scale of importance, and that was of much importance. At seventeen, Sydney was of the age to be married. Most of the other girls she had befriended had already been wed and given off to their husbands. A few were already expecting their first child and Sydney enjoyed listening to their wonderful stories, knowing her time was to come soon. She had been raised most of her life to wed Lord Preshworth. It was a deal made between the parents of the to-be couple when the two were at the age of five. Her mother had been and English woman herself, and wanted her daughter to live in England with a husband and children. Sydney was overjoyed when she was told at the age of ten, but some things were just not meant to be. On that particular day, everything was in chaos. The chefs were making their best meals and the maids were cleaning all the rooms with a new vigor. Just as well, Sydney and her sister were preparing themselves as well. That day, they were both to be taken to the palace of their fiancés and be wed a few days later. Both Sydney and her sister, Laurel, had put on their best dresses and had their maids do their makeup to perfection. Their hair was put in perfect curls and placed in different styles that would fit their husbands likes. On that day, two carriages pulled up with awaiting men to see their new brides-to-be. Everything was normal and as it should be on that day, except for the cloaked figure on a sleek steed. The man within the cloak was what would cause chaos, for he had come to make a deal even. Duke Maddox’s face would become red with anger in the next hours and Sydney’s mother would be weeping with tears.

Of course, the lords would have their guards following them on horseback. There were warhorses of all kinds trailing behind each carriage, but only one dismounted. Sydney, having finished getting ready before anyone else, was watching eagerly out the window. At first she thought the dismounted rider was one of the lords’ finest warrior. She may have been a young woman at the time, but her mind was sharp. In an instant, Sydney was rushing to her father’s study to alert him that a stranger had come along with her and her sister’s husbands. The one who had gotten from his horse held no tunic of either family symbol that was on the carriages. Instead, he had the symbol of a dagger and a crown. When Sydney described the stranger to her father, his face had gone pale and he had rushed from the study. Being the curious girl that she was, she followed quickly after him to come up the door being opened for the stranger. Upon seeing his face, Sydney knew two things. The first one being that he had the smile of a fox, all arrogant and flirty with the maid he was speaking to. Second of all, he was not here to bring good fortune to anyone. Her second suspicion was confirmed when her father began sputtering and cursing, telling the man to leave his house immediately. Sydney couldn’t follow the conversation until her name was brought into it. She turned and went to get her mother, who went to her father and immediately demanded she know what was going on. It was the first unladylike thing Sydney had ever seen her mother do, but all at once she knew both of her parents were furious. She listened closely to her father’s explanation to her mother, and a sense of dread came to her. The deal made seven years ago wasn’t a deal, but a sacrifice. The night the healer had saved them, it was in the promise of a new warrior. Duke Maddox’s newborn was to be collected and brought to the Order at age seventeen, no matter if it was male or female. That newborn just so happened to be Sydney, and her future hadn’t been one of marriage all along. Instead, she was to be placed in the order and work off her lifetime in paying her father’s debt.

At first, Sydney was furious. She kept her ladylike composure through all of it, but nearly broke when Lord Preshworth was told he would have to look for a wife elsewhere. To make it all the more worse, a knight of the Order had come to collect her and he was the one to tell her fiancé to leave. Sydney had wanted to slap him, to tell him he had no right to keep that fox smile upon his face and sneer at her maids in such a way. She wanted to snarl at him and claw his face to ribbons, but her face of composure turned to utter shock with her parents’ looks of defeat after the long discussion they had had together. The knight had been involved in the speak, but Sydney had been too busy glaring at the man to listen. After a few moments, she realized that they weren’t calling him ‘Stranger‘ anymore, but rather ‘Hesley’. His name was Jem Hesley, to be exact. After a few moments, she also came to realize that her maids were pulling her to her room to change into her traveling gowns. Her hair and makeup were undone, and her auburn locks hung halfway down her back in their original loose waves. Looking at herself in the mirror, it then hit her that she was leaving to a knew home that she hadn’t even known of until a couple of hours ago. Not only that, but her family was letting her go with not even a single argument. She was sure her father would try to strike another deal, but she had been so wrong. Her maids had finished dressing her and she was being led back to the doors, not a single trunk or case with her to show she held any belongings. Sydney was still in shock as she was placed onto one of her father’s horses and her steed’s bridle was tied by a long rope to the saddle horn of Knight Hesley’s. Her mother and her sister gave her a tight embrace, while her father’s face remained stony. Sydney could swear she saw pain in his eyes as she was lead away to her new home. When her family finally faded in the distance and mist settled over the moist terrain was when Sydney began to cry.

She had been sleeping when the gentle tug on her arm had awoken her. Sydney looked up to see the face of none other then Knight Hesley, his smirk more fox than man. Underneath his cloak, his hair was dark and shaggy. She could just see the slight waves of the damp locks in the morning light. His eyes were a hazel, all caramel and green colored. At that moment, Sydney hated that handsome face more than anything else. Her attention was turned to the castle before her, it’s colossal size making her eyes widen. Hesley led her through the gates and helped her dismount before walking through large, wooden doors. It seemed to take hours to make it to the very center, but another door was opened and there stood the leaders of the Order. It was like a throne room, but with three huge thrones at the head of the room. Sydney soon came to learn that they were the leaders of the healers, warriors, and nobles of the Order. None of them took any particular interest in her, but they placed her to the side of the room when many other young men and women flowed into the room a few moments after. Hesley stood by her and explained to her what was going to happen, that every person in this room besides her had volunteered to serve the Order with their lives. This face made her feel even less welcomed, but she didn’t have much time before the leaders spoke. They explained the dangers of what they were picking as their life careers, then asked if anyone would like to leave. Many of the women did, but Sydney had no chance to slip out with them because of Hesley’s firm grip on her arm. The leaders were soon done explaining, and every newcomer that remained was placed into a line and led into a huge cavern. The doors were slammed shut behind them, and Sydney was aware that there was no chance of escape but to go into one of the three tunnels that showed nothing but darkness. Being the brave lady she was raised to be, she walked through one of the tunnels even though she was foolish to not even know where it lead.

The tunnel lead her to a cavern full of any kind of weapon she could’ve imagined. Seeing the swords, Sydney immediately turned around to go back to the others and into another tunnel. This one was full scribes and books that made her expect what the next tunnel would lead to. She walked down the third and her suspicions were confirmed. All three caverns were a symbol of war, healing, and knowledge. Knowing full well that her parents would want her to pick either knowledge or healing, Sydney wen to the war room. Going into the other two only fueled her anger, suddenly furious that her own family didn’t even try to keep her from this place. She looked around the war room until she found a small, metal door. Sydney opened the door and was alarmed to see Hesley on the other side. He seemed equally surprised to see her, though she was already furious enough that she just shoved past him. As she did, a dagger and a lantern were placed onto the floor behind her and Hesley was gone. The thundering of footfalls sounded in her ears, and she clutched the dagger in her hand. The sounds of feet slowly faded when the first person landed on her. They both fell to the ground, and Sydney slashed blindly with her dagger. The first thing she met was another blade, and the second was flesh. She had no chance to grab the lantern, but she could hear the pained grunts as her blade met the warm flesh of others. In return, she was quite cut up as well. It only took her a few moments of feeling around in the darkness that not only was she fighting a group of others with daggers, but the people were fighting each other. Suddenly, she was thrown harshly against something metal. Her head snapped back and the knob of a door stabbed into her back as she slid down the wall. Sydney didn’t know what was going on, but she knew that she had to leave this place of war. As more peope attacked her, she stabbed and lashed with her dagger until there were many thuds of bodies on the ground. With it being so dark, she had no clue what was going on. Gripping what he hoped to be a knob, she twisted it and pushed against the door with all of her strength. All at once, it fell open and she came tumbling out of the threshold. It was bright and the light of day glared into her eyes. Once she had time to adjust, she saw what was probably every warrior of the Order rushing towards her. Hesley was the first to help her up, and then the warrior leader came next. He gave her a pat on the back and brushed her off before saying. “Welcome to the warriors, kid.”

After what seemed to be at least thirteen others came through the doorway and were welcomed, it was time for a warrior to pick their apprentice. Hesley immediately gripped her arm and led her away. She was still furious with him, but it seemed like he was her mentor now. Sydney was given the warrior outfit of a man, though she did not question it. Being led to the dungeon, she soon realized that all of the warriors’ rooms were jail cells. Again, she did not question and took it all in stride. Thankfully, there were women on either side of her and they offered to help her when Hesley told her to dress in the clothing he had given her. She learned to put it on properly and also protect her chest so she was not too vulnerable in a fight. When she came back out, Hesley nodded in approval before taking her to the guild. There, she met a woman hard at work on beating a piece of metal with her hammer. Sydney could do nothing but watch as Hesley said a few words to the woman and suddenly two pairs of eyes were on her. The woman spoke another language, one she wasn’t familiar with but didn’t want to ask. It appeared to her that the strange woman was analyzing her and taking her measurements. Hesley pulled her away from the guild after the woman had given a nod and turned back to her work. Their next stop was one that Sydney wasn’t expecting at all. She had heard the loud bellows of neighing horses from a far off distance, but now they had gotten closer. Soon, Hesley was opening the doors to none other than the stable of horses who had not yet been given their partners. Her mentor was gone when she turned around to ask what she was to do. Looking around at the many eyes of the horses, she realized that it was pretty self-explanatory. Sydney walked along each stall, reading off the names in her mind before suddenly stopping at one in particular. The horse was a stallion, a dappled gray one at that. Looking at the name, she read off “Cruce” in her mind. The horse had been trying to get his stall open with his mouth and kicking at the wooden gate before she had turned to look at him. Sydney and the stallion stared at each other for a long moment before Cruce brought his large head forwards and nudged her with a velvety nose. She couldn’t help but walk into his stall and begin grooming the dust from him, knowing full well this was to become her steed for the rest of her time in the Order. Hesley came back after a long while, nodding in approval with her decision and giving her Cruce’s tack to ride. She set it up like she would one of her father’s warhorses, making sure everything was secure and tight before swinging herself up onto Cruce’s back. She realized quickly that her steed as both young and too eager to run, but she met Hesley and his steed at the gates with only a light canter. Her mentor’s steed was a white mare, calm a quiet but very obedient to what her rider wanted her to do. When Hesley opened the gates, Sydney allowed to Cruce to burst from them as if he were racing. Both horses worked themselves to a lathery sweat when the ride was finished, as well as Sydney going to bed with very sore leg muscles that night.

The morning she received her weapon was also the morning that she made her first friend among the warriors. The weapons were hand crafted specifically for her, a pair of twin blades that matched her soon-to-be skill and body. Along with Sydney and her mentor, another pair had come to gather the apprentice’s weapons. At first all she could se was that the mentor of the pair looked like a tree. He was thick and heavily muscled, both scaring and intimidating her. The apprentice, on the other hand, had no problem with walking directly up to her and saying hello. Sydney was so frightened by his mentor that she was startled when she looked at the one who had addressed her. He was by far one of the most handsome men she had ever met, with soft brown hair and bright hazel eyes. He introduced himself in a kind matter, telling her that his name was Drew. He was taller than her by at least a foot, with a charming smile and wiry muscles covering his arms. Drew was one that she knew her mother would approve of, but it was her own interest in him that formed her friendship with the other apprentice. They trained together in the weeks after that, both getting better and better with the other’s help. After a month of training and growing closer, Drew gave her her first kiss beneath the stars. Her heart nearly flew from her chest, knowing they would have to keep their relationship secret for as long as they could. Not even their mentors knew what was between the two apprentices in the months to come.

More passionate kisses were shared in the cover of the night, as well of words of love and devotion. Drew promised Sydney over and over that he loved her and would be by her side through everything. They began to meet every night and sneak around to show their affection to each other in the abandoned stalls in the stable. Sydney always stopped Drew from going any further than touching her over her clothes, being fully devoted to the Order and not wishing for a sudden pregnancy. It was a good thing too, because their first battle came after a year of training. It was simple, and the Order came out as the victors in the end. Sydney had managed to fight off many of her opponents, only needing assistance only two times. With each victory, there were also celebrations afterwards. Members of the Order were allowed to spend time with the normal people of the town, many of the men coming to see the wives they loved. Younger men found lovers for the night, and it was one particular night that Sydney had gone to look for Drew. She had decided to give him every last inch of her, knowing and learning the remedies to stop any surprises from coming later. It was when she walked to Drew’s cell later in the night that she heard the moans and noises sounding from there. At first, she denied it was coming from her love’s cell and that it must’ve come from somewhere else. Though, as she opened the door slowly to Drew’s cell, Sydney immediately slammed the door shut and ran from the warriors’ castle. Tears streamed from her face as she opened Cruce’s stall and lay in the fresh hay she had given him. Her stallion didn’t seem to mind at all, but she was too heartbroken to care. The pain was so great that she began to make a keening noise, sobbing in huge bursts until she fell to sleep that night.

Years after that night, Sydney was in the wrong place and the wrong time. Of course, she never spoke a word to Drew again. He had tried to get her back, but she had turned as cold as stone and threw all of her work into training and battles. This battle in particular was one she was looking forwards to. It was to be great and one that would conquer a kingdom. Each knight was put into split groups, twenty per area in the forest. They had all set out on their steeds, primed and fit for battle. Cruce had been jumpy and acting strangely the whole ride, a if he wanted to gallop away from the whole scene. None of the horses were acting correctly, though their riders didn’t notice it. With each closer step into the forest, more horses neighed and bellowed. Sydney had to tighten her hold on the reins in order to keep Cruce at a walk. None of them heard to thundering sounds of a stampede behind them until it was too late. Ambushed on all side, swords clashed and clanged with fury. Taking out both of her swords, Sydney joined into the battle while keeping her legs wrapped tightly on Cruce so she wouldn’t fall off. Her swords stabbed and slashed into her opponents, but the whole time Cruce was backing away and out of the fray. The stallion had reared, leaving Sydney no choice but slip off of him and have him run into the forest. By the time she was ready to fight again, there was a mini stampede coming towards her. It wasn’t fair in the least bit, but that was war. She stood and face the warriors surrounding her on foot and fought to the bet of her abilities. Her comrades were falling like flies, and soon she was overpowered. She felt a sword both stab her, then looked down to see the blade poking through her skin. When it was pulled out she fell to the floor in a bloody mess, knowing her life was finished. The enemy seemed to think so, but she wondered why they began running away. That was when the huge, furry figure came into her line of sight. It began to change before her eyes, becoming a human before she even knew what it was before. The very next thing she saw was the face of a woman and felt something warm running down her throat. Sydney swallowed until there was no warmth in her mouth anymore, but when she blinked the woman vanished. She had no clue what had happened, but somehow she knew she wasn’t going to die when everything went black.

When she awoke next, it was both night and a full moon. The minute the lunar glow met her eyes, she forgot that she was healed and began to contract in an all new pain. She felt her bones snapping and breaking in an all new way. Her skin began to feel like it was on fire, burning away to reveal fur. She had no clue as to what was happening, but her mind showed her images of the giant creature she had seen and the woman who she now realized had saved her. The worst pain was in her spine, when she felt like it was about to snap and form into something completely new. Sydney let out a howl of pain, but it didn’t sound human at all. Most of all, she didn’t lose sight of the moon and wanted to know what it was doing to her. Suddenly the pain all stopped, and she wanted blood. Scents and sights she had never seen before came to her, and she could hear rustling in the bushes that she didn’t even know was there as a human. The beast that was Sydney launched herself into the forest and after the nearest scent of prey. It was needless to say that the three deer she killed stood no chance to the bloodthirsty, wolflike creature. When she was finished and calm, Sydney became herself again in the early morning light. She didn’t know how long or how far she had wandered, but knew that she was cold and weak against all the elements. A low, soft nickering reached her ears and she stumbled weakly towards it. There, in an open patch of grass, grazed Cruce. Sydney didn’t know how it was possible that she could be any more relieved to see anything else in her whole life. At first, it seemed like Cruce was going to run from her. She was horrified that the one thing she loved was going to disappear, but the stallion stood still. Sydney stroked her hands over his dappled gray coat, happy to see that the tack was still there. Once Cruce seemed to calm down and accept her newfound beast within her, Sydney swung onto his back. Horse and rider galloped out of the forest, but never went back to the Order again.

~1,300 years later~ Sydney had done all the research that she could to understand what she was, and came upon the conclusion that she was a werewolf. Cruce was long gone, having not been an immortal horse. The hardest thing for her was coming to terms that she was immortal, and that the world was changing before her eyes. Not once had she tried to find love, believing that she no longer needed it. Her heart and head would never think the same again in her opinion. Sydney learned of all that she could about her new species and also set out to find the woman that had saved her. She had heard about packs, but was reluctant to join. One main thing she had heard of was Lucian. Rumor had it that he was a beast among beasts, and he honestly terrified her. Though she did not know him, she made sure to stay under the radar for fear of him. She had no clue where she was going to end up, but she would take it all in stride. Shut up and deal with it, right?

Father: Name: Henryn Maddox | Status: Dead

Mother: Name: Gwendelyn Maddox | Status: Dead

Siblings: Name: Rivera Maddox | Status: Dead

Spouse/Mate: None

Offspring: Name | Status: Alive/Dead/Lost/Unknown

Pets: None

Other Important People: None

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