Adelina Pearl Dartmouth

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^{Searching in the darkness, running from the day} _{Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say}

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Name: Adelina Pearl Dartmouth
Nickname: Lina, Adel
Gender: female
Birthdate: March 13
Orientation: Straight
Grade: N/A
Age: 34
Species: Werewolf/Human
Ability: None

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^{Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt} _{Living in a whisper until we start to shout}

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Love it?

Hate it?

Strengths and Weaknesses?

Fears?!

• Losing the rest of my family
  
• Having someone leave without saying goodbye
• Flying

Full Personality:

I'm generally a fighter when it comes to something I want. I love my family and would do anything for them. I can be quiet, but I am not afraid to speak up when I feel the need to.

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Celebrity Play-By: Adelaide Kane
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair
Hair: dark brown and long
Scars/Marking: None
Build: Slender

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^{Searching for an answer, keep your alibis}_{Don't know where we're goin', just know where we've been}

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Mother: Genevieve Tremblay-Dartmouth (deceased)
Father: Marcus Dartmouth (deceased)
Siblings: Sister, Mabley & brother-in-law, Gene
Other: Raised by grandparents after parents died
History:

I come from a fairly shy pack. We tend to stay to ourselves and not meddle in anyone else's business. That doesn't mean we won't defend our territory though. We just generally get along with surrounding packs. We're small so we're not generally messed with anyway because we're never a threat.

My parents died when I was just a teenager and my grandparents raised my sister and I after that. There's a tragedy there and I don't usually like to talk about it. I suppose to understand me, you'd have to know about it though.

My mother imprinted with my father as soon as she came across him as a teenager. She was only 17 at the time, but once my father popped the question a few years later, they married and were truly happy. Now, my mom was a werewolf, but my father was a human. I remember him telling me the story of how they met and he was thinking my mom was just a creeper, but when he found out that she was a werewolf and what imprinting was, he understood. He was always a very understanding man. My grandparents loved him as soon as they met him. He was just an average human who worked hard. He was also a great father. He wasn't afraid to teach my sister and I how to do things as humans did them. It was always interesting, that's for sure.

My father had to go on a business trip down in Bangor. Being from Canada going into Maine, it was common for him. He had driven it numerous times throughout my life. However, this last trip, didn't happen as planned. He never returned home. My mother couldn't reach him on his phone and no one has heard from him. She decided to send out a search party for him, knowing something was wrong. And, as instinct would have it, she was right. She found him with the small search party just north of Bangor, in the woods, partially buried, and with gunshot wounds.

My mother was never the same. I was only 14 at the time he died, but I knew the heartbreak, but my mother took it the worst (not surprising since he was her imprint). Two years went by when my mother suddenly took off. No one knew where she went, but my grandparents said she probably was just trying to come to terms with losing my father. However, my mother never came back either. I had just changed for the first time, my sister wasn't far behind since she was just a year younger than I was, and I wanted answers.

Finally, about a month after my mother left, I told my sister that I would be back. I swore that I wasn't going to leave her. At first, I was just telling her that because I didn't want my grandparents finding me before I found my answers, but then I felt I really needed to because I was scared of someone leaving without saying goodbye. I didn't want her to have a reason to fear it like I did, even though I'm sure she did.

I ran to where I knew my father was found, trying to find any scent of my mother. It wasn't easy, seeming like the trail had been so old that her scent was barely noticeable. I ended up finding her though, at the bottom of a cliff. It was something I had no intention of stumbling on, but I did. The way she looked, the way she was still there, I knew I had been too late in finding her. I know if I had left a day or so earlier, I could've found her and possibly helped her, but that was not the case.

I took my time trying to process it all before returning home. My grandparents were there to welcome me back, but the looks on their faces told me that they had already figured what most likely happened. The later told me they didn't want my sister and I to know because they thought we already had enough grief with my father's death and then our mother leaving like she did. Whatever their reasons, I had already vowed to stay strong for my sister. So I did.

One way I found to cope was to just make a run every year on my own. At first I had someone follow me, but then it got to the point where I convinced my grandparents that I would be fine on my own. I would just run the same trail my mother most likely took to find my father and paid my respects. Every year on the day I found my mother, I would leave and run down to Bangor, pay my respects, and then return to my pack just north of the Canadian border.

My 18th run went a little differently. On my way back, I was drawn towards a white light. I had no idea where it was leading me, but I felt as if I needed to find where it was coming from just as I needed to breathe air into my lungs to survive. It led me to a plantation in Dark Haven, Maine. And I'm glad I followed it, because now I have my own imprint, but now I need to let my pack know that I won't be coming back because of it.

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^{Remember when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win}
_{We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey}

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RP Sample:

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^{Searching in the darkness, running from the day} _{Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say}

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Username: adelina
Cbox/What we will call you by: Cindie
How long have you RP'd: 20 years or so...
Comments:
How did you find us: Created page with Angie
Any other characters: A LOT!!!!!