Michelle Lawson



Michelle grew up without her mother. The secrecy surrounding her mother's infrequent visits led the young girl to imagine all sorts of things. Perhaps her mother was actually a spy or some kind of soldier. She certainly had the scars to match. And her father's tight-lipped responses to her inquiries only made things more frustrating, and the ideas more exciting. Of course, had she realized she was the daughter of a werewolf and would eventually join the struggle to police the spirit world, Michelle might have been less excited. When her mother died in a mysterious car crash around her eight birthday, Michelle and her father moved to Washington, D.C. so that she could be closer to his side of the family.

Michelle finished high school with no major life events impeding her. She was a shy girl, even as active as she was in various student activities. Perhaps it was that the other children were afraid of her. She could certainly have her bouts of aggression. But she was also a dreamer and strange things had a tendency to happen around her. Naturally, her father was as secretive as ever, but as she got older, it became more and more apparent that he was getting worried. Graduation came and Michelle and had secured her place in Howard University's school of Public Administration. It wasn't until her Junior year that things changed, quite literally.

Naturally, it was around mid-terms when the nightmares began. Strange creatures made of pure anxiety patrolled the campus, sometimes the buildings had eyes, or what she could only determine was lust incarnate were moving students along like puppets, and it became hard for the young woman to determine when she was awake or asleep. Her grades suffered. Her roomate suffered even more as under the crescent moon, as the two walked home from a night of partying, the inebriated Michelle underwent her First Change. Her roommate did not die, but the story that she was attacked by a rabid dog rang hollow to both of them, despite the other girl's fuzzy memory of the attack. Three days later, she called her father. Finally there were answers.

Michelle was introduced to a distant cousin of her mother's, Carlos Wiley, an old bear of a man, who proceeded to teach her about the ways of the Uratha.



It was his tutelage that helped her through her transition, and being a successful Ithaeur of the Storm Lords, it was his guidance that gave her the confidence to follow in her late mother's foot steps. So she petitioned the Storm Lords and was given her chance to prove her worth. Her trial was long and brutal; tossed in the Hisil, she was tasked with discovering the ban of a dangerous spirit of discord that had been stirring up trouble. It took her three weeks, a lot of deals, bruises, enemies, and friends, but eventually, half-starved, bruised, and tired, she emerged with the information. Two days later she swore her oath to Winter Wolf.

After taking a year off from school to learn more about her heritage and tribe, Michelle graduated. After hearing about the mysterious blizzard that wiped out the supernaturals of North Georgia, she decided that would be a good place to prove her worth. Surely other wolves would make their way there or go through their First Change. They could use guidance. And the Hisil would need to be managed as always. Her uncle didn't seem to have a problem with the idea, and her father was just glad she'd managed to find a job in City Hall there. So she packed up her things, rented an apartment, and began her new journey.

Sheet: Michelle Lawson