I am not a man, I feel more like, emptiness, solitude. I am not a man, I feel more like, chemicals coming through.
STATISTICS
general
name: Lana Harriet Voltraep age:Β 33 dob: april 5th species: werewolf gender & pronouns: female, she/her faceclaim: Jessica Stroup hometown: nice, france. & new orleans, louisiana. occupation: dancer/server at Midnight Mistress orientation: biromantic & bisexual powers:Β those attributed to werewolves skills: mixed fighting & basic weapons training, classically trained dancer & gymnast, parkour, getting into places she shouldn't be & finding trouble (this includes stealing shit & minor criminal activities), drawing/sketching, knows how to play the piano.
physical
height:Β 5'8 weight: 136 lbs physique: slender, toned, athletic eyes & hair: blue & brown Distinguishing Characteristics:Β there is a scar on her left shoulder where she was bitten & changed, it covers some of her left shoulder & neck.Β has two other small scars from a particularly bad fight on the right side of her ribs. lana also has the slightest of french accents.
BIOGRAPHY
Rebel. Resist. Rebuild.
The earliest thing Lana remembers from her youth was the smell of gunpowder and blood, she was young but knew what it meant. Death became an acquaintance to a young Lana as her older brothers died either from disease or a violence that took to her country's streets. Her father had been a wealthy man, as much as a military man of prestige could afford, one that had earned his rights fighting wars that were not his own. Her family was strong in their convictions and her parents made sure to raise their daughter just as they had her brothers, she learned the way of the land and how to survive on her own, handle a weapon and kick the ass of any man that told her she wasn't enough. Finding a resistance for the underdogs was something she found easily, taking up arms with her friends and those that had been wronged. It wasn't easy, being a young woman with so much passion and fire it definitely didn't get any easier when she was older and her family made the trip to the states. She was in her early twenties when they made their home in the thick and heavily magical lands of New Orleans.
Lana fell into an easy life, comforted by the secluded area that her new home was built in. She helped, of course, build the house her brother and father worked hard to make sturdy and massive. It took longer than she would have liked, but the family made friends and was popular among the other rich societies of New Orleans. It helped that Lana didn't miss a single party that was ever held, flourishing in the limelight and showered with gifts by all the eligible bachelors. She was sought after and the young woman lived off of it, having come from a tough beginning in life, it was a relief to know that people actually wanted her and Lana found that she enjoyed being desired.
Still young but considered mature in the world of marriage and importance, Lana found her place among those of a similar station in life. Nothing was kept from her, as her father became a primary importer for French goods and not just in the parties that his wife and daughter would hold. Truly, Lana flourished in her first few years in New Orleans, the good years. That was, before she refused one marriage proposal too many, the man, a charming and rich man, was more than just furious that Lana had refused him repeatedly. It was almost animalistic how he stormed off. It wasnβt until later that she even began to understand why, being woken by the man and all but dragged off the spirited woman gave him more than just her mind that night.
A beast attacked her, driving his teeth deep into her flesh, growling low in a possessive and consuming manner before he dragged her back to her familyβs home. Despite her struggles and screams of warning, the beast destroyed everyone that had fought against it, killing her mother and father, along with the rest of the people that lived on their land. Leaving a bleeding and sobbing Lana for dead.
She wasnβt sure how many days and nights had passed when she next opened her eyes, her brother Marcus sat slumped against a chair next to her and she was overcome with relief that he had survived. But neither of them had truly survived. It was learned a month later that they both had been brought into a world that Lana had known nothing about prior, sorrow mixed with her new found glory and power. Lana changed more than just her physical body, her human life was over and this was a new beginning, one not trapped or tainted by her parentsβ influence and although she had loved them greatly, their death had brought a solace. Marcus took over the family business, as he had been destined to regardless of their parentβs brutal murder, to which some found suspicious, but since Lana and Marcus had also been attacked, there were only a few and in between who believed the siblings had killed everyone. A decade passed and the Voltraep siblings fell into a comfortable life, traveling from their home in New Orleans to search for others of similar kind; it didnβt take a long search to find anyone in the supernatural world. Something they had no idea had existed, it was kept from the humans, something they understood and fell into with ease. Some time into their extended lives, Marcus and Lana fell apart; Marcus taking the family business further than his father could ever dreamed to have achieved and in a way it had become his personal and only goal to drive the business he had taken over for his father past anything that his father had imagined. It was something that Lana always admired, although sometimes she found it difficult to talk to her brother, he had always been the more serious of the two and more brooding, speaking only when it truly benefited everyone in the room. He was studious and although Lana was just as intelligent (if asked, she would say she was more intelligent than her brother), she lacked the focus and drive to pursue a business and life the way her brother had. Lana fell into a different life, one of wealth, booze, sex, and drugs. It had always thrilled the woman in accomplishing terribly difficult things that others would not expect her to be able to do, like become a reigning champ in the bloodiest and most brutal of underground fighting rings. She was the wild child and always with a cause, for a while it was fighting in underground fights between supernaturals, learning her way through the underground with her latest love interest. Those never lasted very long, a fling and for the most part, Lana was done, a serial lover, she took the pain and the passion, something she never quite stopped. Even as her interests turned to the injustices she saw in the world of supernaturals and human kind, taking up arms like the rebel she was, Lana found a cause and fought for it. Bringing down men and women alike that were set in seats of power.Settling down was never something Lana expected herself to do, in any lifetime, but from the avid prompting of her business partner and fellow agent of rebellious justice, the woman set out to find a place of comfort to lay low. As if the sentiment was something she could do willingly and without constant supervision. Holloway, a place she had heard of only in passing but found herself seeking the place out as a reprieve from the chaos the wolf caused elsewhere. Running wasnβt Lanaβs style but for now it would have to be if only for her own safety. Besides, tormenting a new town had always been her favorite fashion of vacation.
