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About Sage Monroe


    Nathalie Kelley
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    Lycanthrope ( Were Leopard )
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    Five feet three inches
    One hundred and twelve pounds
    Black Hair and dark blue eyes.

    Altered or shifted form:

    Leopard ( snow white) fur over most of her frame that stretches into a bipedal 7 ft frame. Canines become prevalent, long claws on feet and hands.
    When she is focused on something she tends to be short tempered. Sarcasm and cynicism are her favorite languages. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. One moment she can be quite child like and the next place a knife at your throat without missing a beat.
    Notebooks by the tote
    Old Telescope ( a gift)
    Assorted odds and ends


    Supernatural Strength, Speed, Endurance and Resilience
    Transformed Lycanthropes are extremely powerful. They heal rapidly (within minutes -- even seconds depending on the wound). They run faster than their animal counterparts by at least twice, and have what may seem to be, endless endurance. Their regenerative abilities allow for incredible stamina needing only rest for a short amount of time to completely rejuvenate their strength.

    A Lycanthrope Human's strength, speed and endurance will increase exponentially as they near the time of the TURN. If brought to anger they could potentially double their current attributes but they are also very prone to completely losing control as well.
    In their Human form, a Lycanthrope will also retain (in varying degrees) some of their animal senses and traits. Often, they are not as intense, but periods of stress and proximity to the full moon will increase them. They are also perceived differently by animals, their scent and magical nature confused them and animals tend to detect what they are and treat them accordingly, often with respect.

    WEAKNESSES — Killing a Lycanthrope

    A lycanthrope is equally resilient both their states. As a 'human' silver is still required to kill them, that and cutting off their head.

    They have an allergy to silver, some theorize due to its antiviral properties. To kill a Lycanthrope it takes an extremely high dosage of the metal in their vital organs. Wounds inflicted with silver weapons take longer to heal, and in some cases will not heal until the silver is removed. The nullification of their powerful regenerative abilities is usually what kills them.

    Silver injected directly into the blood stream can sedate a Lycanthrope, of course it is difficult to know exactly just how long they will remain unconscious. It may also shift them back into human form, as it seems to kill enough of the active virus, but it is just a common for them to remain unconscious in their wild were-form. It is, however, NOT POSSIBLE for a person to prevent the 'change' by injecting silver nitrate in their bloodstream. The energy of the 'turn' is so powerful that no amount of silver can prevent it until half of an hour has elapsed. The only way to prevent the change, is by taking their head off, thus killing them.

    In the absence of silver the only other way to slay a Lycanthrope is decapitation, completely destroying the brain and destroying the heart.

    This goes for the transformed Lycanthrope and their Human form. They can both take an incredible amount of damage but if their brain is completely crushed, their head removed, or their heart completely obliterated they will die.

    Consequently, if they sustain 'partial damage' to their brain or heart that's serious damage that can significantly weaken them. Even knock them out. If they are impaled through the head or the heart their regenerative ability is compromised and they need to remove the object as quickly as possible or they will eventually fall into a coma. This stasis will remain until the object is removed.

    Naturally, the best way to kill a Lycanthrope is to get them when they are most vulnerable, which is in their Human Form. As a Human the Lycanthrope's regeneration is far weaker. Their adrenaline can sustain them for a while after suffering a mortal wound but after enough damage they will succumb to unconsciousness. Their Human state can be killed by mortal wounds inflicted by silver. Thus a shot to the heart with a silver bullet will kill them.

    A Lycanthrope in it's wild-were-form can go without oxygen for a full fifteen minutes! That's if they actually considered holding their breath, which they don't. When the beast cannot breath, it will instinctive gulp for air, prematurely suffocating or drowning itself. They won't last longer than five minutes, which is commonly the maximum amount of time that their Human form can hold their breath. After that they will enter a comatose state, regaining consciousness in a few minutes once they can breathe again. Without air, a Lycanthrope actually enters a state not unlike hibernation and can remain so for months, possibly years, until they finally expire.
    Archeologist *adept*
    Biologist *Learning curve*
    Well Educated
    Marksmanship *adept*
    Well Read
    Does not cook
    Driving *fair*
    Linguist *Nepali, French, Russian, English*
    Sherpas...Sage was grateful some had still remained up above the damned oxygen lines even after things had shifted into weirdness. She was a adept at exploration and her goal had been to get up a bit higher and do some research on the reports that were coming from the small clache of villages still left to their own accord. The laws and the politics changing so rapidly had made it almost impossible to be unnoticed, but here, who would come to notice unless they had a reason.

    The temperatures and the climate was not what most people wanted to spend time in unless they were either masochists or true research nuts. Some would say the dark haired woman was a little of both. Aside those things she and her guides had made good time before a freak storm caused them to set base camp slightly lower than they had previously planned. Safety is also important for survival in the weather here.

    It had cleared late and a full eerie moon had risen causing the sherpa guides to cross themselves and remind the woman to keep her weapon close, hell reminded all of the party to keep weapons close while tucked into their sleeping tents. Sage followed their advice-which might have been a touch better had they offered an explanation for why. Of course no one likes to talk about those things that go bump in the night, especially the one they were supposedly tracking now. Sage did not just do scholarly research. She was researching and hunting. What she hunted had been the cause of the slayings of other guides.

    Later as sleep fell over the camp, some thing entered. Something that made short work of the tents the guides and finally tore into her own tent. Laying on her back she brought the pistol aptly armed with silver, upwards just as the beast slammed down. Fate or destiny as the bullet tore through its hide at the very moment the teeth sunk into her shoulder. It did eventually sag into a dead weight but the smell of her own blood told her that perhaps it was too late for herself.

    Sage rolled the thing off and crawled out into the dark snow, dark for the blood of those who had breathed hours ago. It took her a moment to find her footing and try to stand. That lasted only long enough for her to hear a faint voice and then the world turned void. Void of everything. It would be days later-too gone to recieve a cure-that Sage realized what she was...would be.

    The monsters she had once hunted....may the world be as kind to her now as she was to them....

    --Thus endeth her work with the Vanguard. Banishment was putting it lightly and there is absolutely no severance package-

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  1. Sage Monroe

    Northern Delights: Help Wanted.

    Due to those senses she got with the rest of the rot, Sage appreciated the interior far more. Though the smells identified other 'creatures' which pretty much covered everything that breathed. Well okay vamps did not breathe but she had not seen any since she got the cool monthly curse. " Oh hello, I had to come in, the shop front just demands it" She pivoted and smiled warmly at what was obviously the proprietress. " Hi.. Unnuk, very pretty name by the way, I am Sage...Sage Monroe. And yes please with the tea. I think if you are going to have something new, it better be by the one that can make it" Humor danced in those eyes and the cat within remained at ease. She was learning a lot about that inner sense. Gut instinct was a total understatement for it. But it was a good indicator of probable issues. "And yes to books. I think I am pretty outdated, I prefer to hold bound literature and not a tablet. " There was a thing , this feeling when fingers touched pages, the smell of books that no digital thing a mabob could ever replace.
  2. Sage Monroe

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    Sage counted herself as pretty level headed. She also knew inside that diminutive frame lived a creature whose hackles were risen, the faint lines that appeared and disappeared were but evidence of such a ‘struggle” inside. The only real outward shift – and this was only because she had caught it once in a mirror in Bangor, those eyes were a shade of cerulean that was not exactly humanesque. She swallowed and offered a smile as he explained tersely – yea she must not be exactly what he expected walking into his own domain either- his name origins. She had only briefly been through that country and it had been before the fall. Come to think of it she wondered how much it too had changed. She had not returned after the … ‘infection’. The only friend she had known that knew that land was long dead. Something had taken his life the same night the world went to hell. He had been a really good friend. But that was not here or now. Here was a large musky world and she was very small in it. “I have heard that is a beautiful country…I also think everyone is a transplant anymore” She was. She had been born in a different world. What is could never be what was after all. Dear gods…..was he going to shake her hand? Easy girl just breathe and focus, this is normal and every day and no one would ever go all brutal and risk much. The echoes of that horrible night in the Library while the moon bled was too fresh. Adjusting her small pack she reached out to curl digits about his own larger hand and offer her own greeting. Ever stick your hand into mucky swilly water? That was a close likeness, well probably for him too. Sort of the childhood extreme of cooties from touching another kid with a force. It was really easier by listening to his voice and as she released his own hand, the description of his work caught her attention, merely because it seemed a very unique choice in this world of chaos. Even in the new shifted lands, it was probably an after thought that abuse still happened. Some evil that men do never truly changes. Her gaze shifted to Katy and she smiled brilliantly “Yes, I think some information would be great. I am sure you both are so very busy especially with your own work Kai, so I do apologize for interrupting it, but I think this place might fit the bill for my needs.” Inside she was digging at her own self like a proverbial scratching post. Okay so maybe this was one of those horrible ideas that end badly but Sage knew that every step – even forcing to be in the company of one of what was obviously older then she beast was part of this life. You cannot avoid things forever. She would be a fool to think that she would only pass through another Weres’ world once in a life time. And the measure of a man or woman was their ability to adapt. Never mind she was growling inside and it was going to be one of those rotten nights because she had pushed that limit. And then there was that part that was just Sage........and that was the part that needed to know more.
  3. Sage Monroe

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    It was easy to return the banter with Katey. She was a human, just a girl in a world of madness. Sage, however, was doing more internally trying to not get antsy. If her human ears, small shell things against her head were not so – they would have been back. With an absent gesture, she pushed the chestnut hair back ( checking- hell her luck they do go back) with her usual humor because there is no way really not to expect there are others of a similar infection. Infection. What a horribly underrated word for a life changing shit that no one would ever willingly want to deal with on a monthly basis. But as she grew to grasp the utter mess that became what she was, she also grew to try and accept this is what her life would be. She supposed that was why she strived to keep the rest of the month normal. Things that normal girls do. Stuff and nonsense that she could call to memory. Not the days of the moon which were a blur of blood and flesh. And pain. If you dwell on those things they ate you alive. Maybe her choice in spirituality helped that part, she hoped so, because the next life was going to be chock full of ramifications otherwise. She knew intrinsically the moment they neared the thing. Hackles within rose and she felt her muscles gather. Great……….But on the surface, her gamin smile was offered tentatively as Katey spoke. This close now she could feel the same echo of violence coiled. It was obvious he was maybe older as in longer infected. There was a skin comfort she envied momentarily while her insides were shooting images of throats torn. This was such a grand thing on a sunny day. With a quick smooth of her hand down her jeans, she offered her own. “ Kai. That is an unusual name” well that sounded normal right? Sage stood with the balls of her feet tensing. Jeesh this was definitely not what she had expected. “I like this place you have here. I am in the market for a new place to work out.” Okay, so the conversation with guys who smelled like homicide….which she knew she probably had done maybe a few times…was not on her mind when she walked in. You strive for that normal world and sometimes it bites you in the tail.
  4. Sage Monroe

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    Sage smiled at the pretty girl heading her way when another scent founds its way. Dammit….if she was right that smelled like her but male. Sage had only one run in with a male and it had been unpleasant. Like she chose to be some face eating monster once a month, jeesh. But the leopard pressed and curled inside and for a half second Sage almost felt like hissing. Yea that is way impressive Sage….Hi I came to hissssssssssssssssssss. So she swallowed and refrained from sorting scents, she knew she was not an expert at it- but inside there was a whole lot of pissed off feline feelings. “Hi. “ The girl introduced herself as Katy and Sage reciprocated and explained she was seeking a place to work out that fit her schedule. That the gods Katy enjoyed talking about the place, it helped her shift her focus. Its not like she was an angry internal monster but in her limited experience none of them played well with others. “I work late sometimes and most places have time limitations” Katy went to retrieve some information which made Sage grateful, after all if there was some bull around it would be ugly and she would get mad and even without the infection she was a stubborn temperamental woman. She tried hard not to be but sometimes it just happened. Her parents used to say she would argue the sun its color. It had led to a lot of trying to choose the right career, law being a thought. But more than her love of a good debate- her absolute addiction to research made the choice simple. She had also considered science but being stuck in a lab would have bored her to death. Now she was almost starting from scratch after her removal from the V. They don’t like to hire or keep the infected. Stupid law. While she stood there a few people passed and she dismissed them as human, that much she could tell. She knew logically she would get better at it, it was on her bucket list!
  5. Sage Monroe

    Northern Delights: Help Wanted.

    A sleek pair of off the rack denims and a peasant shirt had been today’s clothing choices. Though rain came and went this time of year ( probably a welcome cleansing from that weird night into waking up naked and covered in flesh in the basement of …well yea thrilling date night) she had forgone a jacket. Sneakers strode down the rows of shops, she loved hunting through them for the unusual, probably dating back to her work with the Van. Always looking. Though now it was more for personal pleasure than a job. Up ahead one of the shops that looked shiny – a lot had to repair themselves after that night-its name ‘ Northern Lights’ took her fancy. She had spent time up North before….it had been a wild and fierce place. Then the Aurora lights….breathtaking. So deciding it was a sign she turned smartly and pushed open the door. A plethora of scents washed over her and none were unpleasant. This had been a good choice. Also stopped her from going to the boutique and over paying for some shirt! A ready smile because while she knew what she was, she prioritized it as one of those things she shelved until the moon came. It was like having a secret bad habit that you only trotted out once a month. Or of course she could do what she used to do and claim it was the horrid monthlies. No one questioned her disappearance because lets face it, shifting sky or not no one in their right mind really wants a PMSing female in the office. There is all kinds of wrong that goes with that.
  6. Its like this. The world and its variances. Sage was now almost sure she could function in New York. She achieved a flat of sorts, was working for one or two museums freelance, her background gave her glowing references, and once a month rather than be reaching for midol she was crawling into a building that would hold the pain and agony of becoming.... It's like this. She supposed there was a trade off. Menstruation had once been the bane of her existence to the point had there been a way to rip those offending ovaries out by their roots once a month she would have. But now that seemed nothing. Now she knew what true pain was. That comes wrapped up with the whole getting bit, and that messed up world far and away to the present messed up world. Which led to the brunette seeking what shades of normalcy she could because she had learned it helped balance those times she had no memories of, the times waking with bits of flesh and sinew sticking to her naked form. Normal. That was a word that really was so far out of the ball park for her. But normal she would do. So she had found a favored cafe, a bookstore she haunted and like all good responsible city dwellers, now she was hunting a fitness center. Long ago before things- she had gone twice a week, more because it helped clear her head. Running did that but she enjoyed that time just working out and working on her self. It was not that she needed it, her lifestyle forced her to keep in top shape, but the actions of the once normal life balanced out the other, and it helped ground her. That was extremely important to her. Grounding in her own thoughts. Though she no longer was a welcome addition to the Van, the whole infection thing had doomed her rising career to ashes, she still occasionally missed those she had become used to working with. Though most of the people she met were nice enough when they were not doing whatever they did on their own, she felt isolated to a degree that spoke of her own careening thoughts. Thus it meant physical action was needed. That was her go to for such times. Through chatter and research she had decided that her best course of action was merely to visit or explore them and make an informed decision. This also gave her an excuse to get to know her surroundings better and get out of the flat. The day was not too cool, but she had tugged a jacket over the loose cotton shirt and jeans before heading out. She had even watered the plant she had convinced herself to adopt. Responsibilities. Who knows, maybe she might get brave enough to buy a fish? ( probably not....cats and fish are not exactly warm and fuzzy buddies ) Sage reached to tuck a stray strand of hair back and push open the door, well the place seemed to be busy, that and the smells told her ( gotta love being able to smell sweat a mile away ) others were doing what she herself was looking for. Large eyes surveyed the entry way looking about for those in charge or whomever handled innocent queries from potential members. Membership, such a nice mundane word.
  7. Whitney Museum of Art. Unlikely as it seems, it was a good place to begin a search for some information on an artist who was a better spy then artist at his time. Sage had chosen to do her research late into the evening, partially due to the proximity of a good place for a burger, and partially due to the museums base levels. The whole day had a weird feeling, it had reminded her of another place and time, another place and time when she had been slightly uncontrollable. Well, back when she had first been ‘infected’. That was such a bullshit word really. Infections can get cured, what had happened that night in the mountains had not been curable to her. It had made things in her life a hellofalot more complex. She set the tablet down and stepped up on the small stool to reach for a large carton and bring it down. Old records of times before things became technicolor meant digging. Digital ages were not eternal, there had been a time when no one owned a computer and cell phones were just never ever thought of. That was the day of parchments and paints, dyes and quills. With a sigh, she sorta wished she had been born then. This of course only lasted long enough for her to realize she would die without her tablet, she would miss Gucci, and that she did not get along well with horses. Reasonably she figured it was due to the change of her biology. See infections be damned, she turned into ‘something’. Sage had to become accustomed to the problematic issue real fast. She would wake up naked and be shivering and usually covered in bits and tufts of something’s innards. While the scholar in her understood, she had been infected and subsequently gotten the boot from the Van, the woman still occasionally struggled with the concept of being a mindless killing thing for a few nights. Moon led and up until a few years ago, screwed at those times. Blessings that the Sherpa had not tossed her away. Even more, so that they had done their best to try and help the nice lady that had an ugly side. Up there in the cold mountains, monsters are neighbors. There was a give and take to the existences. While she had lost access to many things, she had not completely lost her mind. That mind and the help of the few there who were independent of most factions, Sage could adapt a minor bit of toxins that sometimes- mind you -sometimes- slowed the progress enough for her to locate a lock down. A place to keep the people safe from becoming dinner, lunch, and breakfast. It did not always work, but it was the best she had for the time. Time. She was aware of the time passing because her kind always was. What she had not expected was the sudden jerk deep inside that brought her gasping to her knees, the all too familiar wrenching inside of her bone structure as the sound that broke from her became a part scream, part feral.Sage scrambled half dragged over to the table where her tablet and briefcase were trying to reach while holding her abdomen for the handle and drag it down with a crash sending papers and notes sliding out as well as a small pen like thing. “ Fuck…” she grappled for the rolling pen and dragged it over while her body began to shake violently..she knew she had mapped the phases out for the year, this was or cannot be happening. With a nasty wrench, she was flung backwards and she arched as the pain rocketed through her body, the hand that clutched the epi like pen was strained to the point of almost seeing veins popping along the slender arm as she drug it up and with a force of will jammed it into her chest moments before her mind spiraled into that black place where no thought existed but one. Kill Above on the first-floor Janine the nice little lady who had brought her down earlier was looking at the monitors and suddenly screamed. One the outside camera was a blur of motion that was barely human, on the lower level was something altogether wrong. Something twisting and jerking on the floor where they kept the secure files. Janine pressed the button for security and began to try and close all entry ways with the same set of keys. The large metal doors had been installed both as a security measure and a way to create a safe spot should the beasts that walked the streets enter unwanted. Down below as Sage became lost to the cat…the large metal door dropped down cutting her from the rest of the building as a feline scream of rage echoed within the room.


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