You were a runaway Seraphite. After your mother had been persecuted and blamed for crimes, they were after you too. You ran off the island and into the flooded city of Seattle. You knew that the W.L.F, or wolves as many liked to call them, inhabited that area. Your plan was to somehow get out of the city and reside somewhere else. However, that proved to be harder than you thought. You were alone, you had limited supplies, and everyone in Seattle was after your head.

One night at a shipping yard, you were rushed again by some Seraphites while you were trying to rest. They had found your location again, or so you thought. They were actually chasing down a wolf who happened to be in that same area. You took out the Seraphites who were after you, and without intention saved a wolf’s life. You saw her then. It was woman, built like an ox with long blond hair and lots of freckles. You didn’t shoot her, and that made her look at you with a little more suspicion.

“Scars killing scars…that’s not something you see everyday…” She said, obviously wanting an explanation of who you were since she just saw you shoot your own people.