Name: Hadriana Vasilyeva
Age: 60 Looks Late 20s
Species: Sun Shifter
Family: N/A
Preferred Animal: Grey Wolf
Special Ability: ExtraSkeletal Manipulation
Face Claim: Antonia Vasylchenko

Born in 1953, Hadriana is the only surviving child of Nikolai Vasilyev and her Norwegian mother named Iryna Andreiko. She grew up during the years of the cold war and the Soviet Union; her neighbourhood and family tucked away within the Scandinavian mountains. The climate was cold, the winters unforgiving and the atmosphere held a constant crisp and icy touch. She lived mostly with her mother; who would stay at home whilst Nikolai tended to his work. The two lived a simple existence. Sleeping on the fur rug about the fire in the winter and tending the garden in the summer.

The Vasilyev family had shifter blood in it’s history, dating back centuries to imperial Russia; Hadriana had been a lamb amongst wolves most of her life, she saw the beast in her great grandfather’s eyes as he withered with age, having outlived his many children, just as she saw the creature beneath her father’s skin. Her mother rarely spoke of their lineage and Hadriana had been the only daughter the family had been given in decades; she had an elder brother named Farkas who was in his early twenties when she was born. They were distant as siblings, more closely connected with his father than she was.

Hadriana was educated among other children in a nearby mountain village, a few miles away from her home; she was disliked and feared by the other children. Many had lives richer than her own, they dressed better, were cleaner, had sandwiches in their lunch boxes and packaged food stuffs; strange cakes and candies Hadriana had never seen before. Living in the mountains her father and brother hunted their own food, the license to hunt and kill deer served them well in the harsh winters, but meant they were considered strange by the towns folk below who bought their meat at the supermarket.

Despite her her early childhood, she made friends in her teenage years, Deodora was her name. She was outgoing and robust, with wild blonde hair in unruly coiled springs that sat below her collarbone; her personality balanced out well with Hadriana’s, the two become inseparable, they spent their evening hours in the neighbour hood, amusing themselves. They’d spent all of their money on sweets and soft drinks when they could get them. But Hadriana knew that she could not remain her friend for long, nor could Deo ever meet her family.

Hadriana was sixteen years old when she began to dream of the wolves, huge beasts with pointed teeth and interlocking jaws; fearsome in nature. She dreamt of their thick fur, course beneath the tips of her fingers. Wolves were common in the mountains, but her father had always said that if they respected the wolves, the wolves would respect them; and for the most part the creatures left her family be. Her skin began to itch and burn, the back of her neck and spine became sore and painful to the touch; the mark of the sun became to rise, as a scar beneath her flesh.

She began to see wolves wherever she went, their large black eyes, watching her with a glint of curiosity and familiarity. The way one would smile at an elderly woman as she walks past, a nod to her wisdom and experience that has outclassed your own. For months her mother had insisted the tap was not necessary, that with her blood Hadriana was unlikely to be in the same class as her father and brother. Five months before her seventeenth birthday the ritual was performed by her family and an Initia wise woman from the north.

Hadriana’s live under the sign of the wolf had began. Shifting was difficult, though she could control it at her will, she found herself unable to assume her human body once it was lost. There were other things about her new body that she didn’t understand, she could bend her bones at will; her skeleton was like a living entity in itself. She found herself, aware of it, beneath sinews of muscle and tissue, she could feel it and it bothered her intensely.

It would be only a few short years in her mind before her mother died; she watched for years as Iryna’s face sunk, lines appeared on her face and those lines trenched deeper and deeper. Her hair fell out, turned grey and she slowly stopped being able to function for her own. Hadriana helped her into bed each night, helped her cook, helped her clean and eat. Hadriana could feel her heart slowly breaking…

After her mother’s death Hadriana left her kin. She wanted to learn about the world around her; she wanted to see and feel new things. She spent many years in England and Germany; meeting many people but never able to remain with them for long. It was a cruel existence, to outlive family, friends and lovers. Her years in love were fleeting. She hoped to find a place to settle down.

Good; Fiercely Loyal, Soft Spoken, Resiliant
Bad; Stubborn, Cruel, Witty (Often in the rude way)