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Alias» Nisha Kadam
Gender» Female, Cis
Nicknames» The Queen
Physical Age» 35
Date of Birth» November 10th, 1783
Zodiac Sign» Scorio
Species» Werewolf

Yakshas, a Hindu demon wolf.

Origin» New Delhi, India
Culture» Hinduism
Status» Health 100%

Active Setting» San Angeles; Year 2018
Primary Occupation» Gang Leader, Drug Lord
Employer» Self-Employed
Affiliations» Queen's Men
Residential Address» Unlisted
Cellphone» Unlisted.
Work Address» South End, San Angeles
Work Ethnic» When motivated, a hard worker. Difficult to motivate, however.
Income» Dependent on the flux deals done by her crew, often high end and successful.
Wealth Status» High, but does not live lavishly. Maintains a lifestyle barely above poverty.
Experience» Bounty Hunting, Grand Theft, Prostitution
Education» No formal education, self-educated.

Relationship» This Asshole
Orientation» Pansexual
Alignment» Lawful Evil
Countenance» Introvert. Forceful. Intuitive. Passionate. Impulsive. Sadist.
Vices» Alcohol. Drugs. Sex. Loner. Homicide.
Health» Well nourished and average BMI for height and gender.
Energy» High, always in motion. Rarely sleeps.
Memory» Sometimes effected by intoxication, otherwise no impairments.
Senses» Heightened sense of smell, hearing, and sight. Taste and touch are normal. A moderate sixth sense in terms of supernatural awareness.
Allergies» Silver burns on a full moon, otherwise leaves a skin rash. Penicillin. Strawberries.
Medication» Seroquel. Imovane. Methadone. Silence.
Addictions» Depressants, opioids, alcohol.

Height» 5'9"
Weight» 170lbs
Body Shape» Athletic. Muscular. Curvy.
Face» Zoe Saldana
Skin» Medium. Mocha Brown.
Eyes» Golden.
Hair» Black, thick, and falls to chin. Bob style, left side bang.
Scent» Gunpowder. Whiskey.
Notable Markings» A very old canine bite under her choker collar, silver with age. Covered in scars and old wounds.
Wardrobe» Scruffy. Worn. Jeans and a ripped jacket. Tattered tank top.
Accessories»

»Twin gold .44 Magnum handguns, shoulder holsters under her jacket.
» Old cowboy hat, has seen better days.
» Silver blade dirk in her right boot, and a six shooter pistol in the right.
» Pink Hyperion Revolver, the Lady Finger. Left leg holster. Gift from Jack.

Pro
Determined and forceful
Emotional and intuitive
Powerful and passionate
Exciting and magnetic
Con
Jealous and resentful
Compulsive and obsessive
Secretive and obstinate

Personality» An extremely ambitious, persistent and determined woman which is often manifested in a power hungry, and controlling attitude. She never gives up, and as such is determined to accomplish her goals. Her versatile nature allows her to re-evaluate a situations and be flexible to adaptable to changes. A fierce competitor, combined with her power of observation and keen attention to details means she is always taking stock of her surroundings and how to manipulate them to her needs. A very dangerous person because she will use her power to benefit herself, and does not mind stepping on other people in order to satisfy her own greed, lust, and sadistic wrath.

Negatives» A cool and often disinterested facade is hiding a woman with intense emotion, both bad and good. Her negative emotions are much more powerful for her due to their forceful and powerful nature. Positive emotions are more harder for her to express, and understand due to emotional abuse in her childhood. She is suspicious of many, but, when befriended? She is loyal to the fault of own personal harm to aid a select few deemed worth.

Mental State» Approximately 75%, and healthier then she has been in years. A stable relationship has improved her emotional and mental health considerably. However, Nisha is still psychotic, a homicidal killer, and should not be trusted. Currently using Silence to hide from S-DNA detection.

Physical State» Healthy condition at the present, appears to have no serious ailments or illnesses. Nauseated in the mornings, with aches to lower back. Approx 16 weeks pregnant. Aware.

Attention: Viewer digression is advised. This character's history is mature. Content warning for physical and sexual abuse.

Right, so let's get this straight. You want a tear jerking sob story? Here, this is a quarter. Call someone who gives a fuck, because I've certainly don't.

I was born in some shack outta wedlock, somewhere in the middle of India. Might of been New Delhi. My mom fucked off when I was small. I don't know, maybe two? Three? I don't remember much about her. I think she died. Stoned in the streets, or something. My father use to say I had her hair. That I look'd just like 'er. Maybe that's why he use to beat the side of my face in every night. Don't know.

He hooked up another woman-- actually, he hooked up with a few. He kept me around. Said it made the ladies think he had a soft side that and he needed someone to be his live in maid. I didn't know better at the time, thought that was it. That's life. I lived it the best I knew how. I picked pockets, I stole food, and I buried head between my broken hands while he made a road map down my back.

Didn't think life could get much worse. Life has a funny way of showing you that it can indeed get worse when you least expect it.

Then he met her-- the new love of his life, and shit went from bad to slit my wrists and make me an avril laine song. He adored her, and she was every bit as worse as him. They made a great pair, really. Where he was physically abusive, she liked to finger me and called it a game. Told me I'd loose if he found out. He never found out, but I never did win.

I was seven, maybe eight by the time they had a son. She was devastated. She wanted a girl. Something she could fuck up, no doubt. They neglected him-- but I tried. I held him to my chest while they took turns beating in my rib cage. I didn't dare pass out. I couldn't. What if they got him. What if one of those kicks hit him?

I became very good at taking a beating, you see. I think I won that game.

They had a girl when I was twelve, and for a little bit life... life changed. She was happy? I don't know if that's the right word. But their attention moved away from me and the kid-- and it turned onto her. They idolized her and that's when the older kid started to realize his mama hated his guts because he was a boy. He wouldn't let me cut his hair any more. I found him-- well I found him trying to cut off his penis more then once.

I started calling him a her-- she calmed down when I did . When I gave her my clothes and said she could be whatever she wanted. She was all I had, really. I loved her. I think-- I think I loved her. If that was love. To a child it may have been love. Or something more. The need to survive. The need to not be alone. To have someone else to watch your back. It might have been that too.

I was late one day, getting home. I almost got caught picking a pocket and I was getting too old to play the helpless child act. I was sixteen. I was old. The bitch didn't like to play with me any more-- oh no. She liked to play with her little angel. It made me sick. But I got home too late.

I didn't protect them. Their was blood, so much blood. They were screaming at him-- her. The bitch had oldest her by the throat and the youngest child was laying in her own blood. Naked. Dead. I don't remember the exact details. I only remember the anger. The hatred. The fact I was done with fear. I was done with watching the bitch hurt my siblings.

I found out that day that, the reason my mother had died was a legitimate excuse to fuck off. I still didn't forgive her though. I killed them. My father and his whore. I sunk my teeth into their throats and I ripped their flesh to shreds. I found out that night I had the strength to protect what mattered. Guess I finally won that game.

Huh. Winning felt like loosing.

She was the only one that survived; but barely. I must have bit in her the frenzy. I had no control back then. The first time I transformed. But she survived. My remaining sister survived; and I had a purpose. To protect her. To keep her safe. I lived for her; and she lived for me.

We moved on. We got good at stealing, and when that didn't do enough for us? We got good at fucking what we could fuck, and killing what we couldn't fuck. It was a good system. It worked. But it was never enough. The sex. The money. The blood. We never got enough. We always needed more. More. Then we turned to drugs-- and what do you know? We got even better at that. Not using them, that was old shit. We ran them. We made them-- and then we were selling them. We clawed our way to the top of some small time gang-- and when I look back? That those were the best times. I didn't realize it then. I don't think I realized it until she was gone.

I died with her. But I don't rest. Not until everyone of these mother fuckers have tasted my pain. I think I'll wait to die when they're dead.
Name» Nisha, unchanged from human alias.
Position» Alpha, Dominant Female. Leader.
Alignment» Chaotic Evil
Species» Yakshas, a Hindu demon wolf.
Pedigree» ???
Gender» Female
Mate» None

Physical Age» Adult
Eyes» Golden
Height» 8'5" (Standing)
Weight» 700lbs
Build» Large and robust; a dangerous mass of muscle.
Pelt» Long course brown fur, with tan under belly. Thick mane around neck and chest.
Markings» Countless scars. Tan stripes along legs and arms.
Scent» Standard wolf scent mixed with gunpowder, blood, and drugs.
Behavior» Aggressive, and very territorial.
A powerhouse of superhuman speed and strength. As a werewolf Nisha exhibits typical abilities that include heightened sense, night vision, healing factors, wall crawling, and superhuman endurance, strength and agility. In her human form Nisha’s abilities are weaker, but still present. Her scent and dominance as an alpha has left her with a pack of wild canines loyal to her call. If she howls for them, they will come to her aid.

Nisha was born a lycanthrope but she does not turn based on the position of the planet’s lunar cycle. She has learned full control over her shape shifting, however making her angry will force more physical traits of her species to the surface. She is notably more aggressive and her wolf form becomes more demonic the closer towards a full moon she gets. Her immortality is directly linked to cannibalism, and her continuous thirst to devour living flesh. This behavior is typical more of Wendigos, who feast to replenish their strength and energy.

If it is by demonic influence, or not, this woman has remained in peak physical condition for two centuries without signs of aging beyond her prime. She has also shown the ability to heal injuries by consuming other living creatures.

Lately, she has been manifesting other abilities. One of these is to alter the mass and size of her shifts-- making herself a larger target but an unstoppable powerhouse. Or, a smaller and more agile creature that's hard to hit. A new skill she's adapted is an almost Banshee like wail. A high pitched screech that deafens foes and throws electrical equipment offline with a short range electromagnetic disturbance.

It's becoming evident, this monster is no longer a werewolf. She's something else. Something much more deadly.
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Pack Members: Wolves and other supernaturals who may be interested in joining the Queen's Men. You may refer to this thread for more information and openings.

Business Associates: Those who maybe looking for protection in San Angeles, or those who are looking for somewhere to sell their goods too. If you know what I mean. You may also refer to this thread for more information on what the Queen's Men can offer you.
"She looks like an angel, walks like an angel, acts like an angel.
But oh dear, can’t you see?
She is a demon inside, she waits for you to fall in her trap.
She is evil with golden eyes."