Leah Blackfeather

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Leah Blackfeather

Full Name: Leah Rose Blackfeather
Preferred Name or Nickname: Mostly goes by Lee, 'L', or Ace. Also still known as Leah Mercer on most legal documents that she hasn't updated since her divorce.
Original/Canon: Original
Age: Twenty-eight
Date of Birth: October 31st, 1984
Main Character Classification: Shifter
Character Type: Skinwalker
Power(s): The general powers of a skinwalker: Speed, Strength, Healing, Heightened Senses.
Sexuality: Depends on her mood.
Side: Neutral - Prefers the term "Morally Ambiguous"
Hometown: Roswell, New Mexico
Current Residence: Here, there, everywhere.




Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'5"
Body Type: Lean with some slight muscle tone
Distinguishing Marks: Crescent-shaped bite mark on the inside of her arm.
Tattoos and Piercings: Four piercings in each lobe. A tattoo in the form of a tendril vine that stretches from her breast to the flare of her hip, done in grey and white ink.
Vehicle (if you wish): 2006 Mustang GT Coup in Vista Blue with white racing stripes.

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
If it wasn't for the fact that clothes are needed outside of running around in her wolf-form, she'd probably forego them. However, as it is generally frowned upon she mostly makes do with clothes that are generally comfortable, and never flashy. Jeans, tank tops, and sandals when it's warm enough to wear them. When it's not, she can be found in a pair of ankle boots, with heels that are not all that high. Most of the time she can also be found wearing feather earrings in shades to match her clothing, and always wearing an old turquoise bracelet that was her mothers on her wrist, she never goes anywhere without it.





Likes (3 at least):

• Rain
  
• Snow
  
• Alcohol
  
• Sleep
  
• Tattoos/ing
  
• Drawing
  
• Blood
  
• Cherries
  
• Steak (especially rare)
  
• Smart men
  

Dislikes (3 at least):

• Hunters
  
• Foods with raisins in them.
  
• Fake people
  
• Shifter Pack Mentality
  
• Diet Sodas
  
• Authority figures
  
• Liars
  
• Cheats
  
• Dumbasses
  

Strengths (3 at least):

• The perks that come with being a shifter
  
• Cunning
  
• Adaptive
  
• Creative
  

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Pride/Arrogance
  
• Bluntly honest, can't tell a lie for anything
  
• Children
  
• Silver
  

Fears:
Dying
Losing control and massacring people.
Biggest Secret(s):
Has a tendency to give off the air of 'the Devil may care' but the truth is that the more she acts like she doesn't care, the more she really does, some of the time anyway.

Personality (write a decent paragraph):
The word abashed is the last word that will ever appear in Leah's vocabulary, as the woman hardly ever bats an eyelash, at words or otherwise. There's not that much that fazes her, and if it does, you would still probably be the last to know. She's not the most friendly type, tends to hold a mask of indifference most of the time. Some might even call her a bit conniving, and that's actually probably not that far off the mark either.

As a skinwalker, and especially because of it, it wouldn't be wrong to say that it's shifted her views of what's wrong and what's right. The line between white and black isn't so much blurred, but used as she sees fit, especially when it involves keeping her hide intact. Sometimes she even switches her angle faster than some change their underwear. It's not to say that she's got no sense of loyalty, it's just one of those things she really doesn't usually stick around to harbor. Leah's just not one to hold ties, or give people really the chance to prove it might be worth it to keep those ties.

There's also the fact she doesn't trust herself around people. In her, the urge to follow her Skinwalker instinct and feast on human hearts is actually rather strong. And while some people do deserve to end up on the receiving end of her snout well, it's something generally frowned upon. Which is why she subjects herself to mediations to try and 'mellow out' that side of her when it gets too strong. Two times she slipped up and nearly got her hide shot up by some hunters because she got a wee bit peckish. Of course, she still endears the freedom her wolf-form gives to her.




Family and Friends:
Warren 'Mercer' - Ex-Husband
Mika Blackfeather - Father (Alive?)
Lineke Blackfeather (Nee Martinez) - Mother - Deceased

Enemies and Rivals: Hunters in general. While twice it was her own fault that she had them coming after her, there was one time that sticks out her in mind. Particularly because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and instead of finding what really killed some poor sap they were investigating, they really tried to light a fire under her ass. Nearly got her too.

History:
Her half-Native American roots weren't something that Leah ever thought much of. Of course, her father was quite the opposite. It wasn't like it was the traditions made much difference at their dinner table, or a religious ceremony took place and naked people ran around in her yard worshipping the moon gods. Though, he did impart relatively cryptic Navajo riddles that left her still twenty years down the line scratching her head on if there was any sort of basis for them, especially now. His side of the family also lived relatively close by on an Indian reservation, but she never really went there unless it was some sort of family gathering. Other than that her upbringing was what she would call relatively normal.

Leah's mother was from Spain and immigrated to America for a chance at a better life, the American dream. Of course, the streets weren't paved with gold, but then again did any place have that? She incurred a few hardships as struggled to study to be a teacher in New Mexico and shortly after graduating, met who would be Leah's father. The two married a few months later and sure enough, Leah popped in about two years after their nuptials.

Leah's father wasn't an outwardly caring person to her, and because of that, someone that she really didn't have much of a close relationship with. Sometimes she reasons it's because her father never got his wish of getting a son he wanted instead of a daughter (her mother never was able to have another child). Her mother on the other hand was nurturing and very close to her, while her father believed in tough love when it came to children, or just her in this instance. How they ever came to marry, Leah still to this day has no clue. The two of them were like fire and water, and from that Leah can only draw her own conclusions.

The normal scale would shift for her in the year following her sixteen birthday. Unbeknownst to her, and her mother, Mika Blackfeather wasn't fully what he seemed to be. What she would later find out was that her father was a Skinwalker, a part of a sect of skinwalkers that lived amongst their community of resident Native Americans. It was a hush, hush affliction they reserved by biting their first born sons and having it trickle down the family tree as some sort of sick twisted right of passage.

For Leah came out in full view when her father lost control of himself one night. As she would later come to realize, controlling emotions as a skinwalker sometimes isn't easy. In the case of her father, a heated argument between he and her mother spewed him into a blind rage when he accused her of infidelity when he thought she had. Lineke denied it. The first of many wrong place at the wrong times started here for Leah. Mika turned on her mother, and in the process his own daughter in his bloodlust when she stumbled onto the creature that was her father. Mika bit her and probably would have ended up doing much the same to her as her mother if she hadn't managed to get away, but just barely.

In the aftermath, naturally the police didn't believe a damn word that she said about what she had seen. There was some suspicion towards her, but mostly they just wrote it off as her father murdered her mom before he ran off. They noted that she had some overactive imagination that made her see things that weren't possible (which she would later experience just how possible they were). The experience grew to make her bitter while also giving her a taste for blood.

It wasn't long after that, merely hours after that the very same lust for blood forced her into her first transformation. It was the first time she really lost control of a situation, feeling thrill of the change but also a deep unsatisfied hunger, for blood or maybe even just vengeance, but even possibly both. She doesn't remember much of that night, other than the freedom it brought and the fact that she woke up with blood on her and a few deep scratches on her body that were already rapidly healing. Her father never showed up after that. Never turned up in a ditch or in handcuffs. To this day it's something that unsettles that it's still unresolved and that she may never get to be.

Things didn't settle down much after that. She moved in with her paternal grandmother for a short while before she just upped and left with forty bucks in her pocket, taking the nearest bus to wherever it took her. She never finished high school, nor really had the urge to after that. However, she did go with an old hobby of hers: drawing. More specifically tattooing. For about three years she wandered around, taking odd jobs of various kinds before she settled down in Los Angeles for a while as an apprentice to hone her drawing into something more profitable. Four years down the line, she was pretty crafty with a tattoo needle, and getting her a decent rep and a viable paycheck every week.

However, she got restless. Sooner, rather than later, Leah was itching to get on the move again, which wasn't savvy with her then husband Warren Mercer. She met him at a Tattooing Expo in Las Vegas Nevada. Like her mother before her, it wasn't the most intimate relationship, outside the bedroom at least. Leah never liked to speak to him about her past, or much of anything really, which put a strain to keep Mercer at an arms length every time he got curious and really wanted to scratch the surface of her. Fights were constant in their six month marriage and probably also a deciding factor in her choice to go. She left him divorce papers on the bed before she left and hasn't been back since.





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The fact that she was straying so close to lines that were better not crossed never left Ezra's mind once as she stood in the town. She wasn't sure why the urge to ascend upon here came, but one minute she wasn't there, and then next she appeared that she was, if anyone had been around to witness it. It was dark here, nightfall had fallen, casting eerie shadows that seemed twisted in the light of the moon.

It was none other then Lawrence, Kansas. The center of all the chaos that was now slipping out onto the world. Instead of the vibrant town that it had once been, now was nothing more than practical wasteland of buildings. Broken glass lined the streets, rubble, and sometimes if you were lucky, you would pass over the strewn bones that occasionally rested on the ground and never notice them. Here it wasn't different then any other town, the sights were similar all over; the same abandoned buildings, the rubble, the stench of death. Normally it didn't stand out so clearly as it did then, but these weren't normal circumstances that she was dealing with. In all honestly, she couldn't remember the last time it was so bad down here.

Yet, even as she walked, ignoring the sound of glass crunching under her boots, she still knew there were humans here, and on the rest of the planet. In short supply, sure, but they were fighting. Even in the most darkest of times, in darkest of places, there were still not giving in. Their numbers may have been dwindling, but most of them held on to the bright light of hope that someday soon, it would come to an end. Curious indeed, the Angel of Death was over that matter. That they could be surrounded by something so fierce, and while so defenseless they were compared to what they were facing, they were here.

Trying to survive.

It would be no doubt in her eyes that it was wearing on her brother's patience. Especially after all this time that the Winchester boys had yet to say yes to being their respected vessels. Truly extraordinary in her eyes, being able to resist the call for the past few years. Who would have thought two mere humans could deny two angels what they call destiny. It was not to say that she wasn't at all sympathetic in the case of the humans, because she was. It plagued her above all else that it was coming down to this. That her brothers and sisters were standing and quarreling amongst themselves. How many more of them would die before this was over? Despite what she was, what she stood for, the last thing she wanted was for that to happen. But who was she to stop them? Was it even her place to?

Exhaling softly as the thoughts swirled above her head, it wasn't long before she came across some buildings. By the looks of it, it was some sort of... 'shopping'... area as the humans called it. Of course, they were usually packed with people moving to and fro, but now it was just a husk of it's old self. Broken windows, probably half of the merchandise, if not more, ransacked. It was an unsettling sight to say the least, and the Angel grimaced slightly at it before her eyes fell upon a van. Unlike the rest of the surrounds, it didn't fit in the slightest. Most vehicles she had crossed had broken windows and were hardly kept up as well as the one before her. Human, her mind instantly filled in as she sought out the presence, her gaze slipping to glance back at the building as she saw a small glimmer of light flash inside. It wasn't any normal human either...

Without even a pause, in practically a flash, she was inside the building, curiosity getting the better of her. It wasn't probably the smartest idea, but for some reason, the urge to know overrode logic as she moved through the building, following behind the man... Andy, her mind continually filled in as she moved as quietly as she could. He was scared out of his wits, Ezra didn't need to pick up on that as he moved, rummaging around in the darkness. Quite skittish actually. But there really wasn't anything to fear, there was no demon around within range.

Letting her gaze wander around the room they found themselves in then, she reached out and flicked on one of the lights in the outlets in the room. It didn't immediately turn on completely but instead, the bulb sounded a reluctant hum before it flickered a few times before becoming completely bright. Not totally unexpectedly, the man turned towards her, gun raised in her direction at the suddenness no doubt. "I mean no harm," Azrael told him, holding her hands up for him to see, taking a small step back. Not like the bullets would do her any harm, but the last thing she wanted was to freak him out when she didn't keel over and die.


I, Leah Blackfeather, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




Your name/alias: Red (Aka Ash)
RP Experience: Many, many years. Since the time of dinosaurs
How do you prefer to be contacted: Pm or ask for my instant messengers. usually always on.

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