"You Cant Tame A Wild Thing. You Cant Trust A Wild Thing Wild Creatures Have Their Own Rules, Their Own

"You can’t tame a wild thing. You can’t trust a wild thing… Wild creatures have their own rules, their own reasons, and you’ll never know them."

Brows lifting ever so slightly, an amused expression glittered in her eyes as the she-wolf cast a quick glance at the startled and awed faces surrounding her. "Mr. Demille, I'm ready for my close up," she told the closest gawker, who frowned and scurried off. Eyes sliding back towards the vampire, Gia stepped up onto the dais with a small shrug and assumed the proffered seat. Admittedly, this was the last thing Gia had expected to happen tonight. She'd planned for some measure of adventure, given that the night would include both Vera and Fangtopia...but only one part of that had come true. None of that had ever stopped Gia, however. She believed in taking life as it came and, besides, she knew a thing or two about power, even if it wasn't something that had ever fully been her own. But, in any case, being invited to stay - and on the vampire's own throne-like area - was definitely not in the plan for tonight...Not that she was complaining. "You must have an amazing view up there," she commented, eyes scanning the crowd. "The one I've got is pretty interesting." Gia smiled softly towards the vampire but his eyes betrayed nothing of what might be flitting through the ancient skull of his. It wasn't so very far up and yet, she felt as if she could see everyone there - when the flashing lights weren't against her - and they were getting up to some rather wild exploits. No shock there. Absently, Gia tried to remember what she'd been told about Kol Svansson, but came to the rapid realization it wasn't much to go on. He was a vampire, a Viking, and older than any of the buildings in this part of the world. She suddenly wondered if life must seem excessively dull, after awhile. "I hope you don't have to sit here, every night," she commented. "That would suck," Gia frowned. "No pun intended..." Gia rolled her eyes at herself. Smooth. Chuckling softly, she shook her head. "Fair warning, I do make alot of puns." Her eyes gleamed with amusement, already anticipating the same kind of irritation or resignation most people generally used to greet this kind of statement.

Wolves Have Fangs Too | Gia & Kol

Dammit Moon Moon | Gia & Toby

Standing outside Twin Mmons, Gia leaned back against the bricks, fighting her lighter. A small breeze seemed intent o coming between her and her cigarette, causing Gia an aggravated sigh. “Come on,” she growled, giving one last frustrated exhalation, she tossed the unsmoked cigarette aside.

Glancing up, she caught sight of a familiar face. Cracking a grin, Gia waved him over. “Hiya, stranger!” She exclaimed, eyes twinkling. “Whatcha been up to?”

Pushing herself off from against the wall, she smirked up at the male. “Hey, you don’t happen to have a working lighter, do you? I think mine’s seen better days…” Her voice trailed off as she dipped her hand into her pocket to show him the offending article.

“Either way,” she promised. “I’ll buy you a drink inside, yeah?”

THE OXFORD PACK

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. —Rudyard Kipling

Gia Desstrin || 25 years old || Werewof || FC: Emilia Clarke

Traits

(+) Candid, Loyal, Fun-loving (-) Impulsive, Obstinate, Melancholy

Personality

Gia ia a woman with an infectious laugh and a wry sense of humor which she applies to almost any situation.  Most often spotted sporting a leather jacket, high heeled boots, and smoky makeup, she looks a bit like a biker chick but she’s actually much more interested in art history and museums.  She might hang with the lads, but she also likes to kick back and drink champagne while reading Vanity Fair.  Extremely opinionated and forthright, she mostly just wants to have a good time.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a ridiculous or wild time, but if you’ve got a crazy idea, Gia’s your girl.  Gia is also immensely comfortable with her body – in whatever form it might take – and don’t be too surprised, should you walk into her house unannounced, to find her walking around naked. 

Can drink and smoke and drive with the best of them, knows about motors and about guns and likes to hunt – again, if whatever form.  Views herself as something of a protector.  Very comfortable with sexuality, as well, but definitely just wants to have fun.  Her eyes are generally laughing.  Say something stupid, she’ll laugh in your face, say something smart, she’ll laugh with you.  Likes to dance when she’s drunk and if you dance with her, she’ll almost certainly sit on your lap and make out with you.  Frequent face at the local bar.   In her mind, the jury’s still out on other supernatural races and she doesn’t judge them by race, but by individual.  Gia likes to say she is a practitioner of doglike loyalty and, of course, loves dogs.  She also loves to use all the dog puns directed at herself and her Pack.

Gia is a pretty free and loose with most things.  Impulsive and astute, she gets into a lot of trouble – always has – but has always been pretty good at getting back out of it.  That being said, she has a greant many doubts in herself, but that is a secret she keeps locked up tight, inside.  Gia isn’t one for advertising her deeper shortcomings, even if she’ll tell you straight up she’s loud-mouthed, assertive, and honest to a fault.  She wishes she, herself, could forget her private fears and doubts.

Biography

Gia is a self-described mutt.  Born to an Italian-Bulgarian mother and a German-French father, Gia revels in her diverse heritage. Despite her appearance, she comes from a good name.  The Desstrins are old money, her German grandfather being descended from an inventor who’d bought up a great deal of land with his earnings, both of which had made him and his family flush with cash; and her French grandmother descended from French nobility who had fled France during the French Revolution.  Her mother was not born to privilege but, rather, was made by her fortunate marriage to Gia’s father.

Gia doesn’t care about any of that.  She was disgusted by her mother’s social-climber attitude and her father’s perspective which had him believing he could buy anyone and, as soon as she turned 18, Gia left.  She’s not quite as independent as she’d have you think, though.  You don’t skate by quite as easily as she has without a little money to grease your path.  Granted, she’s not altogether aware of the extent of it, but she what she does know about, she doesn’t deny: one of her greatest disappointments is her fear that she can’t actually make it all on her own.  She’d like to prove it but, secretly, she’s not so sure it’s possible.  Afterall, there’s a little more to the story of her leaving than she’ll tell.

Most people are, of course, unaware that Gia is a werewolf.  While she’s proud of what she is and would, honestly, love for werewolves to come out, as vampires have, none of it happened soon enough for her.  When Gia’s parents met, her father was actually already married to another woman and had a son.  He left his wife to marry Gia’s mother, all the while unaware that his new bride was, herself, a werewolf.  Gia’s mother proved crafty enough to keep the arrogant man from learning her secret – something of which she’d always been ashamed.  She took consolation from the fact that their daughter, with only one were parent, might be an ordinary human girl and managed to convince herself that it must be true. 

As a result, Gia knew nothing of werewolves, or the supernatural at all, until her own transformation.  For her, it was freeing, it felt like being alive – but for her family, it was horror.  Gia was utterly unprepared and, thus, trandformed in front of her entire immediate family – mother, half brother, father, all.  Her mother was ashamed and angry, her brother frightened and curious – but her father sat cold and unblinking.  The instant she returned, naked and limping, from the woods, he cast her out of the house for good.  Gia’s mother and brother make sure to smooth her path, but to her father, she no longer exists; she is only a nameless horror: a monster.  Gia prefers to rememeber that she didn’t want to be there, anyway.  Of course, pretext was everything in their family, so her father put on a charade of sending her to a boarding school, but when as soon as she turned 18, he looked her straight in and eye and said.  “You are not my daughter.  You are dead to me.”  It was how she learned that werewolves aren’t the only ones who abjure.

Cast off, Gia turned to the comfort of her Pack, desperately looking for something, anything: meaning, family, escape.  The Packmaster at the time wasn’t a particularly good person.  Addicted to V, he promptly began to push it on anyone who’d take it.  Gia resisted for awhile, but it was obvious to everyone that she was an easy mark and, eventually she caved.  She liked it, liked the taste, running down her throat like ink.  She liked the high.  But more importantly, she liked what came after: the strength.  Finally, the girl out of control of her life felt powerful.  Everything changed, however, when she happened to stumble upon the Packmaster’s secret, finding the newborn vampire.  Chained and pale, Gia’s heart twisted.  She wasn’t able to free the vampire, but she was able to help enact change.  She quit V cold turkey (“The hardest thing I’ve ever done, and probably the best.”) and became a faithful supporter of Everett’s stake as leader.  To this day, she is unquestioning in her loyalty to him.  She believes he helped her see the light, helped her become a better person.  Still, there’s a part of her that misses the power she felt – she just doesn’t want it at the expense of someone else.

Gia Desstrin is RESERVED