Zoe Sommers

[Avenue]

Behind the Mask;;
Your Name: Avenue will work just fine.
Experience: Seven
Other Characters: Nein.
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Code Word: CunningWolf

Tell me who you are;;

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Name: Zoe Sommers (Zo-wee Som-mers)
Age: Twenty seven
Height: 5"8
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Status: Undecided

What's Your Cover;;

Appearance:

A lithe and slender woman with long legs and a mischievous smile is the only single-sentence that could sum up such a creature as Zoe Sommers. She is a coyote in every twist of her form- from the amused grins to the way she moves like liquid fire form one point to another. Her hair is of medium length, a rich brownish color that seems to contain a twinge of auburn in its lengths. Her hair can most commonly be seen down and curled in tight ringlets, with the straight 'bangs' so many kids claim parted to the side on her face, usually kept just so as to obscure the corner of her right eye. Those eyes, which she so adores with her complexion and hair color, are a dark sienna brown. Shadowed by long black lashes and resting beneath elegantly thin eyebrows, the almond-shape vessels of sight are one of the things she takes pride in. Standing at about 5"8, halfway between tall and short, she shows more wiry muscle in her body than fat, weighing in at about 128.



Personality:

Zoe is daring by nature. She can't resist a dare or challenge, and pushes her luck all too often. She is a wild card, an unruly trickster with her only 'allegiance' being toward doing as she pleases. Don't let her idiotic daredevil-esque attitude confuse you though- she is intelligent. Extremely so, and every whim she acts on ends up with at least two or three backup plans in case things go wrong. You would think that this girl would put her brains to better use, or at least use them more balancedly for something that would bear fruit in the end, but she acts on the slightest thought, and that is the way she likes it. Mischievous by nature and awoken to that fact by the coyote alertly waiting inside her, you could pin Ms. Sommers down as a bit of a vandal. She sees her work- spray painting whatever pops into her head on whatever surface she can find- as art more than vandalism, art that expresses herself more than ruins public property. Truthfully she has often stepped away from the spray painted form of a coyote, and chuckled. No use not leaving her mark on her own art. She leaves 'coyote' somewhere near anything she tags, but has never been known to put her own name. That, my dear friend, would be stupid. Even vandals in love with their graffiti aren't idiotic enough to be caught.

Being on the run from recruitment for nearly half of her age, Zoe has wised up to some of the tricks used to capture and turn undecideds. f course, each method is usually unique to the individual, but she has managed to avoid being placed on a side so far. But anyways, she is wary of strangers and watchful of who comes and goes fro from wherever she happens to be dwelling. If the slightest inkling comes to her that someone passing her by is a hunter or Innocent, she'll usually take off the second she can change forms. She lives the life of a refugee in this aspect, always darting about to save her own skin. She has squeezed out of many tight spots with her natural quietness and stealth as her guide, but many of those spots she led herself into through her tricky and cunning nature. She is a wily, wary, dangerous woman, and she is certainly aware of this fact.



Tell me where you've been;;

History:

Born in Florida to her ecstatic mother and father, from the moment she was out of the womb Zoe was pampered and spoiled. Whether this was because the two babies before her had been stillborn or the fact her mother owned a recording studio frequented by stars and that her father was a very successful occupational therapist was completely unknown to her. She grew up in the safety of their large house, coddled by aunts and uncles who visited quite a lot.

She had known about talismans since the age of five, when her mother was forced to change into her polar-bear form to stop a kidnapping attempt of her little girl. Why they had wanted Zoe was to this day a mystery, but she is still wary toward anyone that looks stronger than she could handle. After seeing her polar mother, she asked her dad if he could become a bear too, and they sat down and explained about the talismans after she watched her father turn quickly into an orca then back to his human shape. She had learned everything at such a young age, and pined over the fact that she probably wouldn't receive her own talisman until she was about sixteen- which was the age at which both her parents got theirs, and the age she assumed it would happen to her. In a pleasant surprise, Zoe was an early-changer, turning coyote at thirteen. She lived with this through the end of middle school, and through high-school and college. It was only after she finished college with a major in art and a minor in music that she flew out to Noatak, the town her parents had explained was sort of a home base for most talismans. It had seemed the place to go at the time, when she was unaware of recruitment onto the two sides.

Five years have seen her still settling into the Canadian town, where she keeps her head down and herself out of trouble in case she draws the attention of the hunters or the innocents. She has no intention of getting recruited onto either side, but as everyone knows, it is merely a matter of time and not opinion, until she is dragged into the 'war' between both sides. In the meantime, this little coyote will simply enjoy life to its fullest, lest her own be taken away to 'talisman boot-camp' as she calls where all the undecideds she has ever met have gone after being captured.



Show me your soul;;

Talisman:
Coyote
{Trickster, intelligence, stealth, mischief, daring}

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[Waddle]

Very good, very, very great! ;D Accepted, Avenue. *dramatic voice* Welcome to the war. Oh, and I think you're missing a couple coyotes. I saw two in the pastures today! MWAHAHAHA!! *feeds skunks to coyotes*

[Avenue]

Haha, thank you. And Nooo, not the coyotes. Not my precious coyotesssss. D: I will retrieve them, in time. Mwahaha.