
tristram the fruit bat.
She is a blond fare skinned woman who changes freely with little trouble, she could be a pack leader but dosent know of any others of her type. When she changes her fingers lengthin, her arms as well while her legs and torso compact somewhat. she over all gets smaller but she is a small woman to start with only 5 foot 6 inches ((like Me)) she is a leggy human which makes little sence but hey its all theory and no application. She has hair that is darker at the roots that the white blond ends. like a dye job that has grown out but naturalish looking. She has golden Brown fur when in animal form, it is lighter on the ends and nearly black at the base just like her hair. she is cute but very flighty and not very trusting. she was bitten by an infected bat man (pardon the pun) when she was young, she is now about 30, but looks anywere from 5 to 55, depending on her mood and emotions ect. She tends to act more childish when around friends acting old and beaten down around strangers. she is a perfect victem a total sumissive. She is loving and cooks food for the gods. she often treats her friends to home cooked meals and can cook almost anything and make it wonderful. in her free time she works at her fathers old cafe or fixes up the place (she's pritty handy with a wrench) or bakes sweet goodies for her friends. She is like her animal as she wears cute pink rimmed glasses and dosent see well thoug she can hear Extrodinarily well and smell better than a blood hound. she can sence better than vampires. she is by no stech of the imagination ugly, on the contrary, she is pretty, just not beautiful. Tristram is a female with a male name because her father really wanted her to be a boy, n thought that naming her a boys name would make her a boy. but yea she goes by her name or trist, or tri. or anything else for that matter...
A side note.. She can tell the diffrence between Venice the angel, her very best friend, and Max the panwere even though they are 100% identical.
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