NAME: Jaelle Karlyn Gage
RACE: Lycan (Panther)
GENDER: Female
AGE:
HEIGHT: 5'1"
WEIGHT: 105 lbs.
HAIR: Sable
EYES: Violet

CONVEYANCE: Old, Standard, 70s Model Ford Pick-Up
OCCUPATION: Owner of 'Au Fost-Arme" which deals in supernatural weaponry.
ASSOCIATES: I large, tall, broad, muscular, shaved head, tattooed, gravelly voiced man by the name of Clive who works at the gun shop, and an elderly housekeeper by the name of Jen.

FAMILY: Jaelle has an 11 year old son named Jake, whom she lovingly refers to as 'Bug'. He is a Two-Natured (Shifter).
TWO-NATURED: They were born to their lineage by blood, it was not an infection as it was with vampires and werecreatures. They were said to be the only true and pure spirits in the world, and it was because of their dual nature with mankind and nature, that they learned to harness peace with the universe. Thus, their blood could heal the infected, sick and dying...even bring back the dead. There were two types of two natured. There were those who could shift in animal forms and those that could shift in human forms. Occasionally, very rarely, but occasionally...there was a two natured with the ability to do both. The last known of these rare two natured had been well more than three centuries ago and the gene that produced two natured, much less the ability to take animal and human form was still a mystery. Many did not even know they were able to do both, but such a creature would be highly invaluable to any supernatural being.

HOME: Twenty minutes from the edge of town, out in the middle of nowhere. Guarded gate at the beginning of the driveway. Five minutes from the main gate, down the driveway, there is another secured gate. It is a large, decorative, iron double gate. The entire property was fenced and gated and the further in one goes, there are heavily armed men patrolling the estate. The fences were all high voltage, electrified enough to kill a human but only severely injure the supernatural...and that was what was only apparent about a mile into the property line. Another twenty minutes down the dirt driveway from the decorative double gates, there is a circle drive around to the stone porch. The house was an old, plantation style home with a wrap around porch and large pillars supporting the roof over it. Just beyond the grand foyer, there was an archway leading into a formal dining hall where a table and chairs sat. The table easily sat about twelve people, eighteen if the leafs and extra chairs were added. The owner doesn't like to expose her son to too much of her life, which is why she kept this place far from the city and maintained it's security with heavily armed, well trained, exmilitary men and women. The grass was thick and vibrantly green, not a bald spot to be seen anywhere. In the distance, long the rolling hills, there were trees of plenty and a small lake setting just at the base of the hills.  Just outside the door, there was a large, wall with a wrought iron gate setting in the middle of it. The wall was grown over with moss, flowering vines and the like. The key to that gate is kept around the son's neck on a silver chain. Inside the gate, there is a terrarium dome that was fit over the entirety of this secret garden. It kept it warm and moist inside the gardens and allowed the foliage to blossom all year round. It was rustic, like nature intended and so exotically beautiful. The gardens must have took up close to ten acres in total and it had hundreds of species of flowers, at least twenty-five species of trees, thick, full grass, flowering vines and even a few small woodland creatures. There is a uneven stone pathway that leads from the gate, into the center of the garden where there was a large coy pond that lit up from underneath, offering light to the gorgeous and large goldfish within.