Candy Belfront

But, of course, the year wasn’t over yet.

Impending fatherhood, as the Foster Twins had so graciously called it, must have been trying to incorporate a new sleep schedule for Toby. Most nights he found himself in bed by nine; long out of it by 9:03 like the old man that he was. Or would be. Eventually. Not right now! It may have only been 7:30, but Toby was perfectly content to spend his Friday night in bed with his pregnant girlfriend, watching HGTV and chatting about nothing, pressing his face into her tummy as lil Susie occasionally kicked and punched up at him. It was becoming his most favorite thing to do.

"They’re gonna pick the second house she showed them," Toby commented idly, rubbing his hand softly under Brett’s shirt, drawing lightly on her tummy as they watched, like, the fourth episode in a row of House Hunters. "It has a bigger back yar—"

Toby shot up into a sitting position, his head turning to the bedroom window as he subtly sniffed at the air. Something wasn’t right. Something was very, very wrong. This was something he did not want to be dealing with tonight or ever. Christmas had been so good! They had only uncomfortably suggested a group orgy just once in passing and he was pretty sure Brett only laughed because she thought Cal was kidding! Cal was never kidding when it came to the twins’— no, the triplets’!! — weird obsession with Brett. Toby looked to her, concern written on his features just before he heard the voices outside, and the doorbell ring a moment later.

"Stay here!" Toby hopped up over her. "Play dead! I mean, no, not dead — pretend you’re sleeping!" He shimmied into a pair of sweatpants (god damn those three for forcing him into clothes on a Friday night at HIS OWN HOUSE) and sulked down the hallway and into the living room, opening up the front door like, five inches as he glared out at the three faces he had least wanted to see. He’d rather see Kol dancing nude, playing a saxophone and riding a unicycle on his front porch. He’d rather wrestle a party of bears. Toby kept glaring.

Sighing, Candy stomped her foot, "Toby! Brett said we could come over!" She turned and pushed her shoulder onto the door, helping Cal with his side of this crusade. She firmly believed that she and Cal combined would win; but everything seemed to come to a stop when all four of them heard the feet against the floor of the one semi-non-Belfront in the house. 

"Toby," Brett said softly, a light laugh in the syllables, "Let them in, I invited them over." Brett viewed Toby's family as close to her as her own family. That might have partially been because Henley was just as much a Belfront as she was Brett's cousin. And her closeness with Toby's family was why she'd come trotting on out dressed in just a pair of short shorts and one of Toby's t-shirts. It was big enough that her small frame + baby belly fit comfortably in it.

Candice “Candy” Belfront || 23 years old || Werewolf || FC: Jaime King

Traits

(+) Sharp, Effervescent, Fearless (-) Impulsive, Obstinate, Lonely

Personality

Candy was always different from everyone else around her. While all the little girls around her played perfectly with their dolls, Candice was the one popping their heads off or just taking all their clothes and having a “nekkid party”. Most of her nekkid parties were with two female dolls; though every now and then she would make things interesting and throw a Ken doll in. Needless to say, she ended up in time out a lot. But it hardly ever bothered her; she’d never felt the sense of belonging with the little girls her mom wanted her to play with. Candy always had the feeling that she was supposed to be somewhere else.

As she grew into a young woman, she found that it was easier to just go along with what her mother said. Didn’t mean she enjoyed it; but she grew accustomed to it. She played the part of the prim and perfect daughter; always dressed perfectly, and even won homecoming queen a few times. But she never felt like herself.

After her first shift, the darker side of Candice began to emerge. While her outwards appearance has hardly ever changed, Candy’s true personality began to shine through. Her vulgarity spiked, her words changed from quiet and polite to brash and sexual. For the first time in her life, she felt like herself. And she’d soon find out why.

Biography

The name “Belfront” is closely related with “bat shit insanity” in the town of Oxford. Belfronts are only looked at strangely when they aren’t drunk and disorderly. So when only two of the three babies born were still there when it was time to check out of the hospital, it wasn’t surprising to doctors when the Belfront mother and father simply refused to believe that there had ever been a third baby. After all, she’d been doped up on pain medication, he’d been drunk (and probably high, too, lbh); they had no real recollection of what had happened that night. They left with the twins and gave no second thought to the name on a piece of paper the doctors kept insisting had been a third baby.

Meanwhile, the third member of the triplets was carried across Louisiana and into Texas. Candy had been kidnapped, and would now live with the people who’d taken her. The couple that took her were clever, and sure, some might say they were bad people for stealing a baby, but they turned out to be wonderful parents. Despite her oddities, Candy grew into a well functioning teen. Things seemed to be going great until she shifted for the first time. Because that was the night that Candice would experience her darker side.

Years passed, and a body count accrued (written off by local police as wild animal attacks) until Candice was legally an adult. Never having mentioned what she was to her parents, she’d expected them to suddenly open up to her at some point and tell her what was going on. When they didn’t, she began to suspect something was awry. And so, after saving up enough money and stealing some hair samples, she went and had a DNA test done.

Candice wasn’t shocked when the tests came back and proved that the people she’d called mom and dad her whole life weren’t her real parents. The only clue she had to go on was her birth certificate, which her parents had never allowed her to see. But Candice was smart. She knew how to trick her way into what she wanted; and spent nearly a year convincing her parents to get her a passport so she could study abroad. They finally caved (probably just because they were tired of hearing about it), and went and got her birth certificate out of their safety deposit box.

When she arrived at their house to pick them up to go to the post office, she thanked her lucky stars for being a werewolf and quickly and easily took both of her sham parents out. Leaving them unconscious on the floor, she jumped into her car and took off. She drove all the way to Oxford that night and adopted her true last name “Belfront”. And she’d come to find that she was truly at home among the bat shit insane that made up the rest of of her sexy family.