Jazz Wolfbane

the Hunting Werewolf...

She was born into a bloodline of Hunters. Vampyre hunters, demon hunter, whatever each line branched into, they were raised to annihilate our prey. Jazz herself was taught to hunt Werewolves by her father for nearly twenty years before she was able to take her Initiation. The Initiation itself was fairly simple - hunt and destroy a werewolf. Her father followed her to make certain she didn't get into too much trouble. However, it just so happened that on the night her Initiation took place, there was a Gathering of Werewolves.. a pack meeting, so to speak. The one werewolf she had tracked led her smack dab into a clearing. Being the bull-headish youth she is, she vaulted into the clearing.. right into the center of the cirlce of wolves...
Her father heard her scream and started to run, but he knew he couldn't make it in time. Still, he ran with all the might his age allowed toward the place where the wolves held his daughter, a silvery paw clapped over her mouth to stop her screaming. At the Gathering, the wolves were very gentle with her, not harming a hair on her head, and Jazz began to wonder if they had been wrong about the wolvenkind.. Just then, her father burst through the underbrush and pandemonium ensued, Jazz feeling only a short flash of pain as she was tossed aside, her head hitting a rock as she felt the skin of her throat and shoulder rip..
She woke a few hours later, tended by an ancient silver wolf. Struggling, she tried to sit up and caught a glimpse of her own hand - now covered with white fur. SHe had been, in the struggle, marked as a Werewolf. Her howl of despair bugled through the empty night, increased only by the grief of learned her father had not been lucky enough to survive..
Realizing that the Hunter had now become the Hunted, she learned what she could from the Ancient Silver Wolf, whose name was Richer, and took off on her own, trying her hardest to avoid the family, including her younger brother Jave, who would now kill her without hesitation.. driven only by a need to continue her Hunting, now for those of the Wolvenkind who did not follow the path of light.. so the Hunter remains the Hunter, silently brooding.. waiting.. waiting for the day when there would come a reckoning with those she of past days would have called kin.. the WolvenBane..

Stats:

Eyes - Ice Blue
Hair - White blonde
Height - 5'9"
Weight - 125 lbs, most of it hiding in muscle