Sarea James

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Name: Cass
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? Nope

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Character Name: Sarea James
Fandom: Original
OU, AU, or CR AU: CR AU I think? She has CR from a previous game; if I need to change this please let me know!
Canon Point: Mid-canon, just after leaving home.
Journal: wolvesxeyes 

World History: Sarea’s world is very much like our own world. Except, of course, for the fact that various non-human creatures exist. Lycans have been around for as long as anyone can remember, though it isn’t quite clear when or how the species came into being. There is a legend passed around Lycan communities that they were originally created to take part in a magical war, though who it was being fought by or if it actually happened is unknown. It would certainly explain their resistance to spells, though not their weakness to silver.

Suffice to say, Lycan’s have been around for a very, very long time, and they have always lived alongside humans. Because they are born as Lycans, and have control over their abilities from a very young age, pretending to be human proved a simple feat. After all, for the most part, Lycans very much appear to be human. They act, look, and seem human, asides from the few physical differences and their shifting abilities. In fact, because they cannot stay shifted for long periods of time without suffering various consequences, many in the modern world barely shift at all.

In Sarea’s world, there is no such thing as a ‘werewolf’; Lycanthropy as a disease or similar does not exist. Lycans are born Lycans, simple as that. The myth of werewolves exists, of course, as it would be strange if it didn’t. It can only be assumed that, sometime in the distant past, a human accidentally saw a Lycan shifting to his lupine form, and began to spread the story. Perhaps it was on the night of the full moon, which would have lead to the rumoured connection. Perhaps, even, Lycans themselves spread the story of the full moon forcing the change, which would leave them in the clear when that night came and they did not change. How they became aware of their ‘allergy’ to silver is also unclear; perhaps a Lycan was shot with a silver bullet and his comrades discovered the cause. Or maybe a Lycan was working with silver long ago and found himself poisoned; no one quite knows the truth.

For hundreds of years, Lycans lived amongst humans in secret, with only the occasional incident or sighting recorded. They lived with humans, made friends with them, worked with them, on occasion married and had human children with them. (No records of halfbreeds have ever been found, and to this day children produced by a Lycan and a human have shown no signs of possessing the ability to shift).

It was only in the early seventies that people began to notice, mainly because the Lycans had slackened on their security. They’d grown comfortable in the fact that people believed them to be only myth, and more and more were sighted. Still, nothing significant happened, until a rich man somehow managed to acquire a Lycan as a pet.

Of course, if one wealthy man had a Lycan as a pet, and could prove her shifting abilities, then other wealthy people would want them as exotic pets, too. At first, though, there was no way of gaining control of, or even locating, these amazing creatures, asides from the very first. But of course, if there is something that someone wants, there will be people who strive to make that want available... for a pretty penny.

At first, the people who would become known as Were-Breeders were simply crooks and thieves out to make money. They were those who took pleasure in knowing their livelihood relied on the suffering of others, those who were practiced criminals. They would look for people who were somewhat different from others, searching for the characteristics described by the original owner of his pet. Often, they would end up capturing normal people, only sometimes lucking out and getting real Lycans. In the beginning, though, the Lycans were more than prepared to deal with the humans who sought to capture them, and many a greedy breeder met his end by a Lycans claws.

By the time Sarea was born, however, they were much more developed and underhanded. They had invented certain machines to help them not only capture Lycans, but to also keep them captive and submissive. Special scents and foods were developed that could force a Lycan to shift, things that would have no effect on humans but an immediate one on Lycans. They figured out how to track, and pinpoint, their wolf-like prey, and became a major danger to the Lycans.

At Sarea’s tenth year, more than half of the world’s population of Lycans would be in captivity, and at least half of that would have been born in captivity. Though there are still Lycans living amongst humans in cities and towns, many had already gone into seclusion, living in the background so as not to be captured. Many that still lived in cities had befriended loyal humans who would help them stay hidden from the Were-Breeders, though it was a rare occurrence. Most, such as Sarea and her brothers, lived somewhere just on the outside of civilisation, close enough to be able to easily get supplies, but far enough that they were fairly safe.

At the current point in Sarea’s canon, there are only three ‘wild clans’ left in Canada that she is aware of; her own, The James Clan of Black Wolves, the Timber wolf Clan in central Canada, and the White Wolf Clan up in the Northwest Territories, whose Alpha Male has been missing for some time. Any other ‘wild’ Lycans are scattered and clan-less, hiding amongst humans and other creatures.


Character History: Sarea is the second youngest and only girl of the seven children of the James Clan of Alberta, the most prominent Black Wolf Lycan’s still existing in Canada. She was born and raised in Southern Alberta, in the family manor that stands miles back in the woods behind the long-abandoned town of Nordegg. Her mother died giving birth to her younger brother, and her father disappeared a year afterwards. However, because she was raised by her five older brothers, Sarea doesn’t much care that she doesn’t remember her parents. Though Lycan’s were common (hidden, but common), her elder brothers took care to make sure she was never outside alone. The reason? Were-breeders.

Were-Breeders make their money by selling Lycan’s as pets; the more exotic, strong, and beautiful the Lycan, the higher the price would be. They began to force-breed Lycan’s, using potent herbal concoctions to mess with their senses and trick them into mating, producing offspring that would only ever be seen as pets.

However, the Lycan born in captivity and sold as pets were much more docile and submissive then their wild counterparts, and so it continued to be necessary to capture wild Lycan’s and to sell them as pets as well. Were-Breeding was also considered an ‘illegal’ act, although no one would ever say anything about it and more than one government official kept a Lycan as a pet. The ‘illegal’ status merely kept them from being a ‘professional’ business; Were-Breeders travel in caravans and groups. They set up gigantic camps on the edges of cities and towns and roam them looking for Lycan’s and buyers alike.

It would happen that the onetime Taylor brought Sarea into town to shop, there would be a Were-Breeder camp setting up on the edge of town that day. Sarea was ten and hadn’t been into town in ages, so when she saw the crowds milling towards the giant tent in the distance, the little girl couldn’t resist following. Because she was so young and hadn’t had much training in shifting yet, the Breeders didn’t notice her wandering among the humans, too interested in lining their pockets.

Confused and startled by all of the Lycan’s in cages, Sarea managed to stumble upon another section of the tent. This one was off-limits to all but the richest shoppers, and had only one cage in the centre. A female Lycan sat in the cage, all but naked and chained to keep her from shifting, beautiful but hopeless. When she noticed the little girl she quickly warned her away, desperately telling her to run and not look back. Hearing footsteps Sarea obeyed, only catching a glimpse of the sandy-haired man that entered the room as she left. Taylor caught her outside the camp and quickly whisked her away, though only Sarea noticed that the sandy haired man had followed them out and watched them leave, smirking in a way that made her skin crawl.

Skip ahead a few years; by the time Sarea had hit 17, she had realised a few things. First, that her brothers were overprotective, but for a very good reason. No one was allowed to go to town alone. The Were-Breeders had increased their numbers, and one especially despicable one named Logan had been mentioned far too often for their liking. Second, that ‘dog’ comments from her brothers only made her laugh, and that she liked the gag-collar Taylor had bought her for her birthday. And third, that she really, really didn’t like flirty male Lycan’s who couldn’t understand the word ‘no’.

It was the summer she turned 21 that things took a sudden twist. On a trip into town with her younger brother Chris, Sarea spotted the sandy-haired man from years before mulling about. Not wanting to get into any sort of trouble, she steered Chris away and kept an eye out for the man, disturbed when she noticed he seemed to be popping up everywhere they went.

Paranoid, she hurried Chris out of the store and back into the streets, waiting until she was certain they had lost the man before heading back into the woods. Arriving home, she immediately told her other brothers about the man, noticing almost too late the scent that had been trailing them.

The man was Logan, the notorious Were-Breeder they had heard about, and he and his men had tracked them back to their house with the intent to take them all.

Sarea and her brothers fought viciously, determined to protect each other and their home. Logan seemed most interested in Sarea, almost managing to wear her down before Taylor intervened. Despite the number of men Logan had brought with him, the James siblings managed to fight them off and took out a few of their members, leaving the rest to hobble-away. While Sarea managed to escape with only a few cuts and bruises and a scar over her left eye, Taylor was killed by Logan, a silver-dagger embedded in his heart.

Heart-broken and furious, Sarea spent the next three weeks in her wolf form, avoiding her brothers and mourning in the forest. When she finally came back and shifted to human again, the consequences of her long-shift left her with her wolf’s tail, no matter what form she took.

Determined to take revenge for Taylor’s death, Sarea pleaded with Jake to tell her the location of her father’s old allies, powerful people who could possibly help take down the breeders. Reluctantly, Jake told her where to find them, and she set off for Ontario as soon as she was ready, determined to finish things once and for all. Instead, she was pulled to another world.

Previous Game History: Sarea was involved in the mystery/horror game called the MS Elegante. She, like every other passenger, was subject to the whims of the insane captain and his crew mates, as well as their enemies. The game ended with the passengers left on what was meant to be a Utopian island, The Golden Shore, a now destroyed version of paradise.

Near the end of the game, Sarea learned that all of her brothers were dead. She didn’t have much time to deal with this development, however, as she was forced to fight for her life along with every other passenger as they headed for the Golden Shore. On the ship she had very few people whom she could call friends, but those few were especially close to her.

The first was Mikaela, whom remembered her from her first time on the boat; she was Sarea’s best friend and first ‘pack mate’ on board, the person whom knew basically all her secrets and had seen her at her worst. The second was Kevas, who became like a brother to the wolf and helped her through some of her toughest moments. There was no one she especially hated (except for Redd), and she made it to the Golden Shore in one piece.

Then, Sarea woke up in Holloways Keep, another nightmare run by a Lord Deior that, as far as she knows, was never seen. Once again she was forced to endure trials and attacks, going through hell and doing her best to stay alive and sane. Several of her friends from the Elegante had been taken to the Keep as well, and she made several others during her stay. She had her heart broken, her body battered, and her sanity tested. And now, again, she has been pulled somewhere else. When Sarea last saw home, she was 21. Now she’s 26.

Personality: Sarea will forever and always put her family above all else. Her brothers are, quite literally, all she has. Due to the threat of Were-Breeders, Sarea was rarely allowed to go into town, and never alone; she has never had any friends outside of her brothers. Because of this, she can seem rather standoff-ish to people she’s just met, whereas with her brothers she’s completely open.

Once you’ve proven you’re not going to backstab she and her family, Sarea is the most loyal friend you’ll ever have. She’s not afraid to cuss someone out for pissing her off, and she’ll defend her friends for as long as she can fight. To the people she’s close to; Sarea is witty, loyal, and happy. To those she doesn’t trust, or doesn’t like, she is bitter, biting, and a downright bitch.

Sarea has a very sarcastic sense of humour, and is actually pretty smart once you get past her barriers. She is also one of the very few Lycan’s who doesn’t mind being called a werewolf, as long as it’s not used in a degrading sense.

Her worst habit is having a tendency to hide away whenever she’s feeling down, as she did when Taylor died. She hates being seen in any sort of ‘weakened’ state and tries to show a brave face to everyone around her. When she can’t hide, she will instead cuss out the source of her problems until she runs out of breath.

She’s a fan of Tequila and can hold her liquor pretty well, but she’s not as big a party animal as people would think. She likes to dance, sure, but again, she never really had friends, so there wasn’t anyone to party with. Sarea doesn’t give a crap about religion and would rather spend time with her family then go to some dumb old church.

Powers/Abilities: Sarea is a Lycan, or what many people would refer to as a ‘werewolf’. This means she can shift into a black wolf, and a lupine form.

In Lupine form, she resembles the typical ‘werewolf’; a 7 foot, bi-pedal black wolf with lengthened claws and fangs. Quick picture for reference – found on google. While she retains her ‘sanity’ and can speak normally in this form, her voice is deeper and comes off as a snarl most times.

In regards to strength, the best description would likely be an example; during her time at Holloways, she ended up in a brawl with The Hulk and, while she held her own for a length of time, in the end she was overpowered and left with several broken bones. Thus, while much stronger than humans and most other supernatural’s, Sarea is still significantly weaker than most superheroes/ super ‘creatures’.

While, in general, Sarea heals at a much quicker rate then humans, it is even more rapid while shifted into Lupine. Lycans can shift roughly six times a day total, though even that’s usually pushing it. The more times she shifts, the longer and more tiring the shift becomes. Ultimately, pushing the shift to many times can result in the ‘magic’ that changes her killing her instead, a fate that has unfortunately befallen other Lycan in the past. Shifting to Lupine at all will wear her out, due to the greater strain of the shift.

There is no technical ‘time limit’ to how long she can remain shifted, though the longer she holds any form besides ‘human’ the more likely she is to suffer consequences. Her tail, for instance, now stays no matter what form she’s in due to remaining in Wolf form for three weeks. There have even been Lycan’s who, because of their lengthy periods of shifted, were no longer able to return to their human forms.

Due to her species’ origin being that of an anti-magic ‘army’, Sarea is incredibly resistant to spells. She is not, however, immune. The resistance is true for all of her forms, though it is strongest in Lupine, and she is more resistant to elemental magic then to other forms i.e. mind control. For example, while a fire spell may singe her fur a bit, it would mostly seem to ‘splash off’ of her Lupine form, or leave small burns in her human form. In the account of mind control, she is still somewhat resistant, but if she has no will to fight it, the spell could still take control. Likewise, she is just as susceptible to mind reading as any human; it doesn't seem to be considered ‘magic’ by whatever it is in her system that protects her.

Silver is her main weakness, to varying degrees. Simply touching it briefly will burn her; longer contact will poison her. Being shot or stabbed with anything made of silver will kill her. The same seems to be true across all of her forms, and Sarea’s not one to tempt fate by experimenting.

Possessions: Her clothes – the admittedly somewhat bedraggled jeans, runners, and long-sleeve t-shirt she’s had since the Elegante – her wallet, her car keys, and a little, mechanical looking pendent made by a friend at the Keep. Also her Keep Journal which, while no longer functioning, still holds all the records made during her time there.

Arrival: The Ship please!


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Network Sample:
You’re kidding me. You have to be kidding me.

First the Elegante, then the Keep. Now where the fuck am I? Another place with another dictator that’s going to tell me ‘oh, hey, your home’s been destroyed! But don’t worry! We’re working on fixing it, so just chill here in the mean time!’

Yeah, right, great, thanks... FUCK. Just... kill me already and be done with it, for fucks sakes! Why do I keep ending up in these places?!

HELLO! WHOEVER’S OUT THERE! I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE! I KNOW my worlds gone, I get it! Just, fuck... just let me go already.

Dammit, Taylor, why’d you save me if it was just for this?!

Log Sample:

The only sound was the soft crunching of leaves under her own paws, and the wind whispering through the trees. Sarea padded quietly through the forest backing the manor, nose lifted to scent and ears pricked for any noises other than her own. It was her routine, every morning, to check the forest for intruders, to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on them again. Lucas called her paranoid, but her brothers understood. Losing Taylor had made them understand.

Logan and his men had disappeared after that night, but she doubted it would last forever. Logan wouldn’t be happy till she was either a slave, or dead. The scar over her left eye was proof enough of that.

Movement behind her made her ears prick, but she paid it no other attention, recognizing the scent; he’d followed her again, the idiot.

“Sarea.” She heard her name and ignored it, padding further in, moving quickly in a half-hearted attempt to lose him. “H-hey! Sarea, come on, there’s nothing out here! Let’s just go back.”

The Lycan merely continued forwards as though she hadn’t heard him, jumping over a fallen log and down a small cliff, nose lifted as she entered the clearing at the back of the forest. No, there was nothing; only the faint scents of humans and Lycans long gone, tinged with something eerie.

Taylor’s blood. Her blood. The clearing would forever be a reminder of her failure, now, of her brother’s needless death.

Which was why she always made sure to check it.

“Sarea, stop ignoring me!” he’d found her again, and this time the Lycan shifted her gaze to him, icy eyes regarding him calmly as the magic formed, shifting her back to her human body. Well, mostly human; her tail twitched behind her, eyes narrowed but not angry.

“Did you need something?” she considered the blond man carefully, waiting for his response. Lucas swallowed.

“There’s nothing out here, Sarea, I scented it myself this morning. You shouldn’t be out here.”

“You scented it from the house, I imagine.” The black haired woman moved to stride past him, pausing when he caught her arm, “Let go, Lucas.”

“Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you still wear that collar?” the man was almost pleading, “You’re not alone, Sarea, come back, stop doing this-”

“No, you stop it!” she tore her arm from his grip now, eyes flashing, “You’re not my mate, Lucas, stop trying to act like it. I can take care of myself, as can my brothers. Even if we were mated you would not be alpha, so stop it.”

He scowled then, shaking his head, “If you are not alpha female, who is?”

“Not me. Jake is alpha now; he’ll take care of the pack.” She turned again, striding purposely away, “I’m leaving, tomorrow. Jake is in charge.”

“Leaving? Why??”

“Logan’s after me, idiot. No one is safe while I’m around.” She paused again, voice softening, “You were Taylor’s friend, Lucas. Stay with my brothers, help them. But don’t come looking for me.”

He didn’t follow her this time, and Sarea stalked back to the house without uttering another word, brushing past her brothers and going inside to pack. This ended now; if she left, Logan would have no reason to attack her pack. She would take the battle with her.

Been meaning to ask this for a while, but keep forgetting.

Can someone please show me how to seal my damn entries? Thanks.

[That's... literally all she wants right now lol.]

I'm planning a trip into the forest soon. And yes, before anyone even bothers to say it, I know that it's 'dangerous' and full of nasty little things. I've seen them; I've even hunted a few of the little fuckers. So please, no warnings. I know what I'm doing.

[Wolf is restless. She hasn't shifted in ages, and she's starting to feel the itch beneath her skin that means she needs to, soon. Not only that, her mind is a buzz with thoughts on several rather awkward subjects, and so she needs a release. A distraction. The forest is a good solution to both.]

Goliath. You mentioned before that this is your new protectorate; I wondered if you'd want to accompany me into the forest in order to explore it further. There are various paths to take, and it's a big forest.

Anyone else who wants to come, feel free. As long as you don't slow me down, I don't care.

[Sarea had been chilling in the library ever since finding chocolate books for Lily. She has one under her arm for her own use as she goes to exit, just pausing outside the doors to stare at the strange people suddenly mulling about.]

...what the fuck is going on now?

[Annnnd then Sarea retreats back into the library, planning on hiding out there until she's forced to leave. Wolf can be found curled in an arm chair with her feet kicked up, reading through a candy-making book dedicated to different forms of chocolate.

Please do come bother her!]

So, I totally forgot about my birthday again. Oops. Guess I'm 22 now. 

[Note how nonchalant she sounds about that. She's honestly just posting because she has nothing better to do.]

So, furby's. Can't say I ever had one of these before; they're kind of annoying.

[Sarea doesn't speak when the journal first starts broadcasting, though she obviously meant for it to start as there's a 'thump' as it hits the ground and wolf mumbles something. What sounds like a bow-string being pulled sounds and then the 'twang' of it being released broadcasts before she speaks.]

Does anyone here know anything about archery? If so, would you be willing to pass on your knowledge? I've still got this bow, may as well learn how to use it; I'm out on the Green, if anyone wants to come give me some pointers.

[Sarea has set up a make-shift target for herself and is practicing with the bow, though right now she's not having much luck. She's so used to using her own fangs and claws to fight that trying to be precise is an issue. The fact that the boy is huge makes no difference; she's plenty strong enough to wield it.]

Oh, hey, blue boy! If y'still need me for... whatever it was you needed me for, I'm free. You can either come find me or I can come to you; whatever works. Sorry it took so long; Halloween kind of got in the way.

[To say the least. Wolf is about to close the transmission before the other thing she wanted to do, sighing a bit.]

Hey, uh, Talia, if y'hear this, can I talk to you? Donno if you'd remember me; it's Sarea, Kevas' sister. From, ah, the boat. Just... yeah. Please.

[Sarea's been getting rather restless, since she really hasn't done all that much since coming to the Keep. In fact, nothing would make her feel better right now then tearing into something fleshy. So, Wolf has a proposition.]

Hey, Kevas! If you're free, I've heard there's some pretty decent hunting here. Feel like accompanying your little sister into the woods? Between the two of us, we can probably hunt down something big. 

[Shifting takes more time and energy, yes, but she can still shift; if Lycan is neccesarily, Lycan she'll go~!]

If anyone else wants t'tag along, feel free, but don't expect a share of the game if y'ain't ready to pull your weight~!

[When the broadcast begins, its pretty much silent. It obviously wasn't started on purpose, and the owner of the journal doesn't seem to be paying attention. When she does begin to pay attention, however, she only has one thing to say-]

Where the fuck am I now?! For fucks sakes, not another crazy, un-escape-able fucking place.

[Yeaaaaah, wolf's pissed. She also still hasn't realized that the journal is what's broadcasting, and she's muttering and grumbling for all she's worth, rummaging around in the room. 

And, yup, that's the sound of the door, cause she's totally going to explore so she can get her barings in this new place.]

 Guess it was about time I armed myself like everyone else; Taylor always did say carrying a sword would be safer, but never really considered it till now. Could use some practice with this thing, though.

[Rea managed to locate a broadsword that's almost identical to the one her brother used to have, which she'll now be carrying everywhere. And yes, this is an invitation to come test her skills, if you're so inclined.]

Also, I'm sick of being mopey and worried and whathaveyou, so. Ladies of the boat? I propose a sleepover; every female is invited. I have no idea when it'll be, but it'll be soon, and on that deck with all the pillows. Bring whatever the fuck you want. Men'll be punished severely if caught peeping.

Mikaela, if you're still up to it, I'm gonna need your help with this.

[Click]