Basic Stats

Name: Leah Gibson.
Gender: Female.
Race/Type/Job? Lycanthrope, Arizonan Jaguar, Narcotics Detective.
Affiliation: Pack, Clean Cop.
Age: Thirty-two.
Relationship Status: Single.

Personality: Leah is typically what people call a lone wolf. Ever since her parents died, Leah hasn’t really gotten close to anyone and doesn’t want to. She’s content now with her life being flipped upside down as a lycan and is having enough problems with that as it is. She doesn’t even work well with others. Her old divisions would just let her pick a case file and left her alone to work on it until she needed permission to act on her hunches which were rarely ever off track. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and doesn’t really have much of a problem working or being alone.

However, everyone needs a little bit of love in their life, and well, Leah’s love life consists of two things: sunny days/clear nights and a ride on her motorcycle. She loves her bike to death, it being the only thing outside her work life that gets any attention. Whenever the jaguar has a day off, it’s bike cleaning day. She really doesn’t drive a car all that much, although that will probably change when winter arrives.

Another aspect of Leah is cursing. You can always tell how the feline is feeling by how many and the severity of curses that she uses. Whenever she gets worked up, f-bombs will be dropped, “Fuck that!” or if she’s feelin’ good, you might get an f-bomb too, “Fuck yes!” Swearing is pretty much apart of her regular speech pattern now and is a good gauge for her emotional state.

As for her stand on her Lycanthropy? Leah doesn’t care. There’s nothing she can do to stop or change herself now, so might as well accept it and move on. She is actively communicating with the Pack although she doesn’t stay at the Pack Mansion. She has her own apartment in what could be the safe or bad part of town, she’s not really sure yet.

Physical Stats

Avatar: Lena Headey.
Height: 5’10”.
Build: Slender and lithe.
Hair: Long brown hair, often tied back in a pony tail.
Eyes: Brown.

Other:
Piercings:
Industrial in Right Ear
Two silver hoops in Left Ear Cartilage
Tattoos:
The Words, “Protect and Serve” [Back of Neck]
Tribal Markings [Left Shoulder Blade moving down to Midribs]
Scars: After her attack, Leah healed with one section of her back being completely scar tissue. She covered it with the Tribal Markings tattoo.

General Appearance: On an average day, Leah will wear a plain white wifebeater, some old jeans and go for a ride on her bike. She, however, can doll up if she needs to. She’ll wear a solid color button up shirt with some kind of dress pants. The jaguar isn’t much for make-up or jewelry though. She tends to be pretty low maintenance about her appearance as a person. She thinks her experience and actions speak louder than any suit could. As for her body, she’s pretty much nicked and cut all over from working on a farm and in old barns with old equipment. She’s got small faded scars along her hands and forearms from not using gloves when she should’ve and handling something the wrong way.

Equipment & Skills: Leah pretty much carries whatever they’ll give her, doesn’t really matter what it is, tiny or large. As for skills, she’s a kickboxer mixed with a wrestler. She fights to put her opponent on the ground and pin them from there. She’s really not all that good with a computer though, only knowing basic programs and whatnot.


Biography

History:

The door opened rather slowly and in walked the ever punctual Leah. She sniffed once before running her fingers under her nose and then making her way to the chair and table. The jaguar dragged the chair out without a care and took her seat before she scooted the chair back even further and propped her legs up on the steel table. She looked to her interviewer for a moment before pulling out a pack of cigarettes, camel menthols. She’d have it no other way. After all, nothing else packed quite a kick. She licked her lips briefly before setting the tobacco stick between her lips so as to pull out her lighter and begin her smoke break. She takes a quick inhale before blowing the smoke at the ceiling fan. Her eyes are shielded by typical aviator glasses, but one can tell she’s already looking at them. She coughs once and grumbles, “So, let’s get this over with. I have to go over my entire history with you and hopefully, you’ll pass me.” Leah sniffs again, holding her camel now in her hand. “Well, there’s really nothin’ too special about me.”

The jaguar put her head back now, putting both hands behind her head while she stretched restlessly. “I was born to a teenage girl up in Minnesota, but havin’ a baby wasn’t really in her plans, I guess, so she puts me up for adoption. So then I get picked up by two really good folks, Momma and Pops. They owned a dairy farm and decided since they couldn’t have any of their own, they’d adopt me. So, they raise me. I learned to do all them chores that any other kid would.” Leah stops for a moment and looks to her interviewer and then takes another drag before sitting up and putting both elbows on the table, one hand still holding her smoke. “Where was I? …Oh yeah, the farm. Anyway, they teach me all the necessities of life, hard work and all that, but then Pops started to get sick. Well, that didn’t sit too well with Momma since now she and I both had to pick up his slack. I figured since they’d done it before me, there wouldn’t really be much of change aside from me taking over Pops chores. I forgot that Momma was seventeen years younger back then, so I picked up some of her workload too. Didn’t bother me none, I was used to hard work. Hell, I didn’t have much for muscle looks, but I sure as hell had ‘em. Before I knew it, I was running the farm by myself.”

Leah stopped then, letting her words hang in the air. “…Then Pops died.” She looks down at the table as if half expecting the dull reflection of herself to have an answer to a question she didn’t ask. “Well, from then on, I was running the farm on my own. Momma took over the house, kept it nice and tidy while I took care of all the cows and the hay fields. Then, I finished school. Well, that was all fine and dandy, but Momma wanted me to go off to college. I didn’t want to, but she insisted. I knew what was at stake, if I left, that meant we’d have to sell the farm… Well, I wasn’t havin’ none of that. I did like Momma asked and I went to college, community college. I went there during the day and came home in the afternoon and still did all my chores.” The jaguar stopped again, smiling to herself, “I was a stubborn kid, really. I didn’t want Momma to lose the farm; it was all we had left of Pops.” She wipes her nose again, as if it itches, but then takes another drag off her camel.

“After I spent two years at that place, Momma finally put her foot down and demanded that I go to a real college. I laughed it off at first. I mean, all I’d ever known was that dirty farm, what was I gonna do?” Her brow furrowed then and her mouth got tighter, a moment’s delay, nothing more. “But, she got me thinkin’. What was I gonna do when Momma was gone? I couldn’t run the farm forever by myself and I wouldn’t want to. I mean, there was a whole wide world out there and I’d never even so much as left town.” The jaguar finally put out her cigarette in the ash tray and sits back in her seat again. “So, we sold the farm, got Momma a nice house in town and I enrolled in a nearby University and took up a major in Law Enforcement.” She smiled then, “What? Did you really think I’d let all that muscle I built go to waste at a desk?” The woman grinned and then laughed lightly, “Nah, I wanted an active job and after all those years of watchin’ movies, I figured why not? So I got my degree and got a job workin’ for the locals. Good times, I had only a few serious run in’s.” She laughs again and shrugs, “What? We were a town with less than five thousand. The biggest problem I ever had was some kid shot his buddy in the foot.”

She smiles softly, a dimple hiding in her cheek before she puts a few fingers on her forehead, “Then Momma died.” Leah went silent for a moment, again, letting words hang in the air. “They couldn’t explain it. Just said she went in her sleep. Makes me glad though, she didn’t have to struggle or fight or anything. …She just went to sleep.” The jaguar chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before she sighed and leaned back onto the table. “Well, it was bound to happen. I mean, they adopted me when they were in their forties, so yeah.” Leah waited another moment before she dug out another cigarette and lit it up. She took a deep calm inhale and let the taste of nicotine settle on her tongue before letting it escape. “Well, I couldn’t take bein’ in that town after that. I applied for a transfer. They sent me plenty of places. One place I regret though was Montana, nothin’ but trouble is what that place got me.”

“Alright, well, Montana, that doesn’t sound bad at all, right? Right. Well, it’s not. Montana’s got a whole cowboy mentality thing going around like the plague, so it’s hard to do your job when you got a town full of men thinkin’ all they need to do is put a bullet in a guy’s head to solve a problem. Got me in a lot of trouble when I took away their target and took him to court instead.” Leah takes another drag before continuing, as if preparing for something. “They really didn’t like me then. Really. They hated my guts so much that one night they stole my motorcycle.” The jaguar looks at the interviewer with a puzzled face before continuing, “Look, there’s not a lot that I like in this world, but my bike is something you just don’t mess with… But those assholes stole it. So fuck, I have to walk home now because the entire goddamn station’s still mad that I took in that one punk from before and no one’ll offer to give me a ride. So, I get to walkin’, which wasn’t all that bad, really. It was a quiet night and for all Montana’s faults, they got a beautiful night sky. Oh, it’s amazing, every star up there is just out for your lookin’.” A small creeps its way over her lips at the memory.

“They fuckers got me while I was walking home. I should’ve known better really. I should’ve just waited for someone to go my way and hitched a ride, but no. I went anyway. There was about five or six of ‘em, can’t remember much really. All I remember is breakin’ two noses and then hearin’ a scream.” Leah looked up with an ‘I know, right?’ look on her face. “I remember turnin’ around and seein’ one of their buddies on the ground and there’s this big ass mother fucker on him, just goin’ to town. Well, everyone loses their bravery and beats it, save me. Hell, I didn’t have a fuckin’ clue what the damn thing was, but it was attacking a man and so I pulled out my gun and shot that bastard. Mistake number one. Mistake number two was standing my ground when this giant fucker charges me. I can’t even wrestle with this thing it’s so fuckin’ huge but, it immediately takes me down to the ground and all I can remember is a goddamn burning all over. I don’t remember anything after that, but the damn thing must’ve already gotten it’s fill out of the other guy. Anyway, turns out someone drove by and saw me, called 911 and got my ass to a hospital. I woke up a few days later to a nurse sweet talkin’ me. I smiled at her like the goofy kid I was and she told me that my father was there to visit me. Well, that puzzled that hell out of me until I see this man walk in and the damn guy looks like he could be my father.”

Leah laughs then, “Yeah, how’s that for a mindfuck? Well, he starts talkin’ to me and finally admits that he ain’t my father, but knows what’s about to happen to me and he wants to help me. The first thing he tells me to do? Apply for a transfer to Aldenville.” The jaguar takes a last drag off her cigarette and blowing it at the interviewer with a devious grin, “So what do you say, Doc? Think I’m cut out for this cop shit?”


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Age: Eighteen.
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