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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Alicia Guerrero
Nicknames: Ali (though it is a rare one)
Character age: 25
Birthdate: 1982
Gender: Female
Lycan Species: Wererat
Level: Dominant
Strengths: Aside from the ususal strenghts that come with being a lycan, Alicia is strong willed and unwilling to take crap from anybody, though that could also be a weakness to some.
Weaknesses Aside from the usual silver and being killed that most people suffer with, Alicia's inflexibility when dealing with assholes is near legendary and can land her in hot water.
Weapons carried on person: A knife tucked into her boot and should she feel she needs it a small handgun

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Waist length and black with soft curls
Eye colour: Brown
Portrayal: Salma Hayek
Picture:

Physical description: At just 5' 2", Alicia has a slim petite figure that she can manage to make look good in anything (according to some), and with large brown eyes, waist length raven hair and softly tanned skin, she is blatantly of hispanic descent. Dislking such things as tatoos or excessive piercings, she only has her ears pierced once in each lobe, always with a set of small gold studs that compliment her earth tones or black, though she has been known on the odd occasion to wear white.

Likes: Long walks, being independent, is just learning to like being a rat.
Dislikes: Anti-lycan groups, people who just want to get into her pants, people who can't control their tempers
Fears: Dying alone
Nervous habits: Smoothing down her clothes

Personality description: Strong and individual, Alicia rarely seeks help unless she knows she can't get out of her situation alone. A lover of literature and many sports, she is fluent in Spanish and English and can run along with the best of them without ever drawing on her lycan speed or ability. This has ensured that she needn't rely on others, and so doesn't. If you get past this exterior there is a softer woman who flourishes with romance, but is not often in a situation for such rather than men who just want to get into her pants.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Angelina and Mario Guerrero
Siblings: None
Children: None

History: Born and raised in Barcelona, Alicia was born to a middle-class family with enough money to be comfortable but not so much that there weren't times when they had to skimp on luxury items. Able to get into a good public school she received a standard education, learning English from the age of 6 onwards as was the norm. She progressed rapidly and gained entry into a university after an unremarkable teenage life of evading the local idiot men, in which she did a degree in Psychology and Criminology combined.

On her last night in Barcelona, planning to move to America with a group of friends who had always planned to go, Alicia went out to a club with the group and they generally celebrated, having a good time just incase they bottomed out in the States and didn't get the chance again any time soon. On the way back they were forced to pass the low rent neighbourhoods and it was in one of the alleys there that a clan of wererats had been staging a turf war with another. Having starteled the fighting rats the lycans banded together to drive the humans out of their territory, catching up with Alicia and Marco who kept running rather than hiding like the others, and attacking the two to teach them to stay out of the way. Marco died from his wounds in hospital and Alicia woke to a rodent problem on a larger scale than she was used to, but has slowly grown into it and even went to the rats that attacked her and told the ones who regretted what had happened that whilst they should for Marco's sake, she had forgiven them for herself.

Now, two years later and settled in Miami and planning on getting a job, Alicia is on the lookout for any other rats that may be about. It is good to be solitary but even rats get lonely.... .

Writing Sample: Yet another night of diassapointment, another night of walking for hours, nose practically in the air constantly, just trying to catch the scent of another rat. Even just one would be good after two years in which her rat had learned that being on her own was not as fun a prospect as previously anticipated, but once again no joy.

Walking gracefully down the sidewalk, her crimson skirt flaring around her legs as she moved, Alicia smoothed her hands down her black shirt and stopped as she reached a place that offered a good view of the ocean. This was why she had chosen Miami, to be close to the sea, and at times like this it served to remind her why she was still even here.

And the rest:
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