Eleanor Lovell.

Name: Eleanor Lovell.
Nickname: Ellie, Elle, and Ella.
Age: 23.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Species: Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid.
Occupation: None.

Personality: Neither dominant nor submissive. She prefer to isolate herself, and stay away from pretty much anyone. Internally she’s in pain, and almost constantly angry, so she tends to blow up at random times, and eventually kill out of rage, then the sadness and guilt would follow soon after.

Special Details: Because of what happened to her family, and what happened to her, she has a need for revenge. She wants to track down the person that made her life hell, and end their life, or make it just as horrible as her own. That’s her main goal above all else.

F/C: Danielle Campbell.

Bio:
Before the worst night of her life, Eleanor’s days were quite normal. She lived in a plain and ordinary werewolf family that lived amongst themselves and humans. Her parents wanted to raise her and her older brother away from the supernatural world to protect them, however, instead of going along with what they wanted, she would phase into a wolf during the night. The rest of her family disapproved of the behavior, though they never tried to stop her. And it wasn’t until after the attack that she realized that she should’ve listened to them; she had just been too naive to understand their fear.

It was at age seventeen that the attack actually happened, and she had pulled a semi-all nighter for her finals in the coming week. She had passed out very late, and planned to sleep through the entire Sunday morning to catch up on her sleep, however, she was woken up by the sound of glass shattering, and a scream, her mother’s scream. She had jolted up in her bed, heart pounding, trying to figure out what was happening, and just as she was about to get out of bed to figure it out another scream rang out. Her brother’s. Things were silent for a few seconds, then a deep growl was heard followed by a whimper and a loud thud.

In that moment, she knew that something was wrong, she just didn’t know what, and instead of stepping in to help, she had just sat there on her bed, and did nothing. She was frozen in fear, and guilt, and on the verge of tears when a stranger entered her room. He was covered in blood, and a satisfied, sadistic smile etched on his face, and he began to almost taunt her about how her pack should’ve never challenged him and thought that it would just go unpunished. She was confused, but before she could even say anything, he pressed his bleeding palm against her mouth, forcing her to swallow the liquid, and then there was a flash of pain from her neck snapping.

When she woke up, she was dazed and confused, not remembering what had happened. Her head was pounding, and her mouth tasted awful. When her eyes opened, she saw the same stranger above her, once again taunting her and wearing that same smile. Then she smelled it, the blood, and she immediately realized what was happening, what he planned to do. But before she could do anything to stop it, he once again forced the liquid down her throat, and vanished just as she swallowed it.

She had ran down the stairs, and found the horror show that was there. Her mother dead in the kitchen next to a broken window, her brother in the hallway with what looked like a baseball bat in his hand, and her father in the living room, in his wolf form, with his head almost entirely ripped off. The scene was horrific, and she had dropped to her knees sobbing over her family, trying to wake them even though she knew it wasn’t possible.

Hours later, she realized she couldn’t stay, that she had to leave them, and she had to figure out if her fears were true; sadly they were. The stranger had turned her into a hybrid to ensure that she never forgot, and never tried to move on from the horrors he had put her through.

Now at age twenty-three, the need for revenge still burns just as brightly as it did the moment she walked down the stairs that morning. Her bursts of anger every now and then cause her to kill whoever is around her, which she immediately regrets and feels guilty about, so she tends to stay away from large crowded areas unless she catches the scent of the person that wrecked chaos on her life. She’s only caught his scent once or twice, and it was never fresh, but she plans to never give up until she gets her vengeance. It won't come easy, she knows that, because eventually she learned the identity of the stranger; Theon Cole, the original vampire.