Peyton Scotte

Name: Peyton Scotte
Age: 24
Gender: female
Race: Shifter (Wolf)
Powers: Those typical of a wolf shifter, she can shapeshift into a wolf, and a hybrid wolfman or man-wolf, enhanced senses, enhanced physicality.
Skills: wilderness survival, Firearm usage, first aid, crisis response, hand to hand combat, offroad driving
Occupation: Veterinarian
Likes: Fixing Stuff, the great the outdoors, hand-crafted products, Bear Grylls (thinks he's cute), Beef Jerky, Firearms, Those t.v shows about Alaskan homesteaders, Lacrosse, Rugby (big fan), Old Pottery, Boxing, exercise/ Going to the Gym, dogs, alone time (a necessity), edgy punk-pop ( a true guilty pleasure)
Dislikes: The Council, Bureaucrats, Pigs (just hates them so much), Fictional entertainment (if it didn't really happen she's not interested), long conversations, her new coven mates
Appearance: Average height, Caucasian, slightly sun-tanned skin dappled all over with freckles, kind heart-shaped face (it's a lie don't be fooled), Dark brown hair normally kept in a shoulder-length french braid, likes wearing aviator shades and baseball caps, athletically built but it's not noticeable at first,
Background: A wolf shifter from a rural background who ended up stuck with her new covenant when The Council split assimilated and broke up her pack. Before she lived wild and free with her pack on their compound out in the wilderness, not worrying about hiding from humans or bowing to the council. Now she's stuck in this shitty city in the middle of bumfuck nowhere trying to claw out a new life for herself so far away from the places and people she once called home. It's got her rather bummed, to be honest.