#babe oc

Backstory ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ⋆

It’s not often a witness is left alive whenever a werewolf attacks. They have an insatiable hunger— constantly aching to sink their teeth through living flesh. That night, though— something was different.

She’s barely ten years old. Her birthday was yesterday. It’s 2 am, and she wakes up gasping, tears already falling from her eyes as she takes just a second to process the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It’s horrible— flashes of red and bone—nothing she’s ever witnessed before. She makes the decision to crawl out of bed, cold hardwood flooring shocking her fully awake before she makes the journey upstairs to her parents’ room.

She swings their door open, seeing dappled moonlight through an open window before she sees the creature standing over her parents’ bed. The werewolf’s just finished biting into the sleeping couple, and he flashes a horrifically wicked, bloodstained grin at the little girl before he and his now yellow-eyed victims leap up and out of the same open window he’d entered from.

Her knees thump against the ground before a broken scream rips through her. She doesn’t understand why this is happening to her— why the monster left her and took them. Frightened sobs echo through the now-empty house.

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Man In The Wilderness (canceled)

CHANGING. — ongoing

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Babe’s Pinterest board ~ things that remind me of her/her camera roll

Man In The Wilderness playlist (Apple music) ~ companion to the MITW fic, updated regularly

Misc. Info ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ (wip)

Babe is the type of person to order chicken tenders and french fries at every restaurant.

She worked as a bartender for a few years while getting started as a hunter. This is where she got a lot of her combat training, as well as her affinity for menthols.

Babe’s actually adopted. Her parents were planning on admitting it to her the day of her 10th birthday— the day they were bitten.

The bandana she keeps in her back pocket is probably older than she is, and has cleaned up plenty of blood, as well as being used as a tourniquet many times over the years.

Babe’s a bit of a lycanthropy nerd after studying what took her parents for so many years. She can list facts about werewolves off the top of her head.

Her first kills were her own parents. Not a very sweet 16.

She frequently sneaks up on Bobby by accident because of how quietly she walks.

Babe struggles with chronic pain and seizures until the night she shifts for the first time.

She can be found at country bars on nights off— swing dancing with cowboys and cowgirls.

Babe’s a big stoner. There’s at least 2 joints prerolled in her duffle bag at all times.

She keeps a journal. It’s unorganized— filled with glued-in receipts, sketches of people she’s come across, spell recipes. She somehow always knows what page to go to when she’s looking for something, though.

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Babe keeps their hair in locs. They’re long enough to settle just above her shoulder blades.

She tends to dress as most hunters do, her duffel bag filled with flannels and jeans. She is partial to cowboy boots and cropped tees, though.

Babe has an old west themed tattoo sleeve covering her left arm that she tends to keep hidden. There’s a lot of pretty cowgirls and cacti interwoven with bison and landscape.

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Babe has seen a lot of TV in their life, mostly because they raised themselves in motels, where there’s always a shitty television set.

She does doodle quite a bit, and carries a journal around when she can.

Babe’s actually an incredible cook, taking culinary classes when she can fit them in.

backstory ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ⋆

It’s not often a witness is left alive whenever a werewolf attacks. Werewolves have an insatiable hunger, their teeth ripping through any piece of flesh they’re able to reach. But, that night, it was different.

She’s barely ten years old. Her birthday was yesterday. It’s 2 am, and she wakes up gasping, tears already falling from her eyes as she takes just a second to process the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It’s horrible- flashes of red and bone- nothing she’s ever witnessed before. She makes the decision to crawl out of bed, cold hardwood flooring shocking her half-awake before she makes the journey upstairs to her parents’ room.

She swings the door open, seeing the moonlight shining through the open window before she sees the creature stand ing over her parents’ bed. The werewolf’s just finished bleeding into the sleeping couple’s mouths, and he flashes a horrifically wicked, bloodstained grin at the little girl before he and his victims leap up and out of the same open window he entered from.

Her knees thump against the ground before a scream rips through her. She doesn’t understand why this is happening to her- why the monster left her and took them. Frightened sobs echo through the now-empty house.

To Be Continued…

random information .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Babe is the person who orders chicken nuggets at every restaurant. They can be convinced into trying something new, however.

They don’t tend to like other people, so they keep to themselves most of the time. But, when human interaction is a must, she finds herself in country bars, swing dancing with cowboys and cowgirls alike. This habit has made her a decent dancer.

Their first cassette tape was an N.W.A album. They stole it from a store on a whim at 13.

She’d never actually tell you, but she loves having her locs played with.

She always has a few joints prerolled in her bag.

This bitch drinks Diet Coke like it’s water.

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🫀 1st drawing :,)

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