BARDOLF, TALA IMOGEN

[TALA IMOGEN BARDOLF]

Player's Name: Nexus Inferno
Other Characters: No others at this stage.
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Random Fact: I like to sew quilts.

Name: Tala Imogen Bardolf
Alias: Little Lupe, or just Lupe.
Age: 24 years old
Birthday: 13th September
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Social Class: Merchant class?
Job/Position: Shop Owner/Operator
Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Hair: Dark Chocolate Brown, that falls to her waistline. She constantly wears it pinned up, and it is otherwise uncut from the day she was born.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Height: 5ft 3”
Weight: 116lbs

Flighty and restless, one could be forgiven for thinking Tala is a little too free spirited and wild, she has an intelligent wit and a sharp tongue to match her fiery attitude, the only difference is she seldom uses them. Preferring to remain hidden from society and its relative strangeness, usually she’s a charming and intrepid young woman, though she often secludes herself under the veil of grief her parents have provided. She is anything but trustworthy or demure, in fact she holds many dark and mysterious secrets, one of which weighs heavily upon her mind. She’s a werewolf, and terrified of the fact that she has the potential to harm others, though seemingly unrepentant for the damage she has already caused, she doesn’t want to harm anyone who she may befriend or come to admire.

Frightened of what she might do, she keeps everyone at arm’s length, including those who would wish to court her, and seeks solitary confinement on those nights containing the full moon. When she’s not sealed away or purposefully avoiding her fate, Tala can often be found working in her Uncle’s store, or more frequently out amongst the wilderness that seems to reside permanently in her heart. It is common knowledge that her uncle has no power over her or what she does and so for the moment she lives as freely as one can, the brunt of most social ridicule and belittled for her opinionated attitude, though she has all the social talents and money required to redeem herself she doesn’t.

In her own mind, Tala is fragmented. Split between two halves of the same whole, she is a werewolf and also a human, though rarely does her human side have control over what her werewolf does. Violent and unpredictable in her werewolf form, she has little to no memory of what she does, only partial images of atrocities she’d rather forget. In human-form she’s more than a little paranoid, terrified of her own shadow and too confused to heed her own judgement she spends her days doing whatever gives her some peace of mind. She loves taking long walks in the woods and baking at all hours of the night and day but despises the slave trade and all those associated with it. Most of the time however she prefers to maintain the image of a hardworking merchant’s daughter to remain a part of human society, and will happily speak to just about anyone who comes waltzing through her door. She can come across as naïve and a little aloof but that’s the way she likes it, firmly believing that her cheerful disguise will keep her safe when all else fails.

Her heart is a mess, and although she isn't looking for a suitor she desperately longs for social acceptance and intelligent conversation. She wants to love and be loved for who she is, assuming she can figure that out on her own, and doesn't want to live her life in fear as her mother did but she's unable to come to terms with who and what she is without some kind of intervention. She is constantly trying to escape her fate and has no idea that if she could only learn to stop running and embrace her future, that she could have all that she's ever wanted in life.

Tala was born the loving daughter of a rich merchant, who was constantly away on business matters and often returned just before the night of the full moon, to dote upon her and her mother. Tala’s mother had been an industrious woman before Tala’s birth, she’d been involved in running the daily operations of the town’s only General Store which was owned by her husband, and took the time to learn everybody’s name often charming the regulars and traveller’s alike with her witty tales of misadventures. She was a socialite at the best of times and her marriage to a wealthy merchant who was never home saw that she often had more company to bear than most. However, once she became pregnant her mother learned the awful truth about her mysterious husband, he didn’t just travel away from home for business, he was a werewolf and not only was the condition permanent but it would almost surely affect the child she was now carrying.

Tala’s mother was furious with herself for not discovering such a tragic weakness sooner and desperate to escape her socially damning marriage to a deceitful werewolf, Tala’s mother tried to kill herself. She failed and through repeated attempts to not only kill herself but her unborn child as well, she was labelled a woman of questionable mental ability, and remained housebound for the remainder of her pregnancy. Still her husband would return from his business, refusing to believe anything had changed and found that she’d frequently locked herself away in the attic, screaming and shouting at the housemaids as if they were always under her feet until they either burst into tears or ran from the house out of sheer terror. By the time she finally gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Tala’s father was more than just a little relieved when she fell in love with the baby, though she still refused to feed the babe let alone clothe it or tend to its needs. So Tala’s father brought in an

Still the thoughts of what the little girl could become plagued her mother and despite the fact she clearly loved her child the woman would abuse her. Throwing the young girl up against the tiled bathroom walls and locking her in cupboards all over the house, whenever the urge to harm her became all too much to bear. For years her father ignored the abuse refusing to put Tala’s mother in an asylum, despite his every attempt to save the woman he loved and to convince her that everything wasn’t quite what it appeared to be, doctors continued to state the reasons for her madness ranged from mild psychosis to demonic possession and no one quite knew for sure. All her friends knew was that she was suffering and nothing could be done to help her, nothing at all.

Tala’s father knew though, he had the same affliction, though more in control of it than his demented spouse. He knew both of them had Lycanthropy, and unable to bear the agonisingly slow death of his mate, as she slipped further and further into madness, and unable to prevent her from hurting herself or their daughter, he left for an extended business trip. Pausing just long enough to draft a letter to his brother Walter, pleading with the kind man to take his daughter in if he should not return. Leaving Tala at age thirteen to nurse her sick mother until death took her, the failing business of her father’s general store, and to deal with the increasing violence of her mother’s psychosis. Still she didn’t seem to mind, in fact Tala ran the store as if it were her own, often staying late to clean up after everyone had left and to avoid her mother’s ailing condition.

Her mother had taken herself to bed for the remainder of the evening in a fit of screaming hysteria, leaving Tala to do as she liked for once. Seeing that it was going to be a full moon tonight, Tala finished her regular duties in record time and headed down into the basement, her last refuge when all else failed, she liked being in the dark it was relaxing, almost hypnotically so and she found it welcoming to say the least. When all of a sudden she heard the front door slam shut, Tala swore she’d locked the door when she came in and assuming it was her father home at last, she went to investigate. She was wrong though, it wasn’t him at all and by the time Tala’s father finally did come home, there was little to come home to, his wife was dead. She’d killed herself with a silver kitchen knife, carving out her own innards as though they were on fire, before trying to take Tala with her. Horrified by the prospect of losing his daughter as well as his wife to the same mental illness, her father tried to finish the job his wife had started. Tala barely conscious and torn to pieces by her insane mother, cried out for him to stop, pleading with all the strength left in her fragile body for something to happen, for anything to come and take the pain away as he stabbed her again and again.

Somewhere amidst the agonising pain, and the torturous wound of knowing her parents wanted her dead, Tala slipped over the edge of humanity and her werewolf emerged. Frightened and injured it lashed out at the closest thing it could find, snaring her father’s throat in a death grip as he too changed into his wolf form, her needle-like teeth puncturing flesh and bone as they sank deep. He retaliated, whipping the lower-half of his body around in order to stand, he was able to throw Tala off. With a great snapping of teeth and jaws, he attacked her again this time however she managed to back away into a corner, blinded by fear and enraged by his apparent indifference, Tala decided to fight back. Her instincts were sharp despite her lack of training and she went for his throat again, dodging his next attack and rolling to avoid the onslaught of crushing weight, she finally gained the upper-hand and killed him.

Not that she could remember any of that when she woke up the next morning, covered in copious amounts of her own blood, to find her parents dead and/or murdered by her own hands. The authorities labelled the deaths as suspicious but couldn’t find the necessary evidence to convict anyone, and Tala was sent to live with her Uncle Walter who seemed to know just enough about the young female to keep his mouth shut. He sent her to school to learn how to read and write, though the girl was bright and not at all talkative at that stage, he soon got her to open up about the time she’d spent in her parents’ house, and sensing the girl shared the same industrious streak her mother had once possessed he left the young lady to run his bakery, whilst he went searching for answers. Several years passed, and although Walter had gotten to the bottom of his mystery, he couldn’t blame Tala for merely surviving, he’d visited her often whilst he was away and although she never gave away her secret, he knew. More a danger to others than herself, he made sure that every day she woke up happy was good one, encouraging the woman to get out and explore nature.

For a while it seemed to work too, nature was a calming presence for the otherwise troubled femme, and it seemed to affect more than just her mental capabilities but there was no denying she had a vicious mean streak. On her sixteenth birthday, Tala was out with a potential suitor, another of Walter’s less-than-admirable ideas. When the young man she was with became most vile, and attempted to deflower the young maiden, seething with rage she disappeared into the afternoon haze. Only to return the next full moon with a vengeance, tearing the man limb from bloody limb, she devoured every morsel leaving nothing but bones in her wake. Still she couldn’t remember what had happened the next morning when the police came to question her, all she remembered was the afternoon he’d very likely meant to rape her, and she told Walter as much. Paling at the news, Walter decided they were better off moving, preferably somewhere farthest from all civilisation.

He took her high up into the mountains, where very little lived or breathed but she didn’t do well being so isolated and alone, in fact if anything Tala grew worse. Butchering rogue hunters and animals alike, until Walter decided nowhere was safe, and reluctantly returned her to a small cafe he’d set-up many years ago in London’s fashion district. At once Tala seemed enthralled by the very thing, Walter had hoped to avoid, there could be no turning back however, It seemed the young lady had turned into a beautiful woman overnight and she had her own expectations and desires. Despite her obvious love for her kind Uncle she does as she pleases, and dresses according to the latest fashions often causing a stir amongst those higher in social standing than even she but for the most part Tala ignores them. Leaving everyone who knows her well, to wonder just when the next explosion of terror might take a life, that’s not her own.

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Signed: Nexus Inferno

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