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Name: Novella Mary Beaufort
Base Name: Hayley Williams
Alias: Nova, Beau, Isabeau Tudor
Looks Age: 23
Real Age: 555
Species: Werewolf
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance.
Height: 5"1
Eye colour: Hazel mix with green.
Hair colour and length: Naturally, she is a very fair shade of blond. Making it easy to ever change the colours of her hair. From red, oranges and blues when she feels like it. The length varies but currently in a bob style that's she's considering growing out.
Tattoo's/scars/birthmarks etc... See images at bottom of page.
Personality:
Nova or Beau is something who is the definition of determination. She doesn't let anything stand in her way or stop her from doing anything. She never lets any factors get in the way at all. She's a feisty little thing with a heart made of pure gold. Her intentions are mostly in the right place, but she knows everything she does in life isn't ever going to benefit everyone. She's more of an idealist. She knows what she would love to do for those in her pack but understands what is possible and what is realistic. She'll never sugar coat the honest truth unless she ever feels like it needs it and that's only ever really around children. However, with her own upbringing, she grew to learn that the truth was always the best way in life. She has been taught how to lie well, Nova knows how to twist a story and rewrite the history books, but she doesn't. She prefers to leave her fingerprints off anything she doesn't see as right. Nova isn't afraid to speak out and let herself be heard. With her small stature, she knows how to stand out and be one with the 'men' of the packs.
Her softer side with reserved for those she keeps close. She tends to keep up a tough facade, feeling under pressure as a female Alpha that she has to do so. Always preferring to feel cold and detached than sweet and humane. There are times when she can't ever feel like she can let the wall down again. That's she just stuck to keep this facade up to the world. The idea of being vulnerable scares her terribly and still she craves it dearly. She wants to feel like a free spirit again. Those days when someone does make her smile truthfully and makes her heart burst with laughter. She wants the challenge of finding a true love who will help her relax to life and let go. In over two hundred years of life, she's struggled to find someone to mend her heart, maybe it's time she did just give in and let someone else decide again for her love.
Occupation: Alpha Leader.
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Foggy mornings
+ Living within the forest
+ Anyone who can make her laugh
+ The colour Orange
+ Feminists
- Chauvinistic males
- Rogue wolves who think they can overthrow her
- Wolves who tries to bond with her
- Rain after she dyes her hair
Abilities/Powers:
Heightened senses, stamina, strength, speed etc.
Able to self heal.
Practically immortal life span.
Has complete control over her shift and wolf.
Weaknesses/Strengths:
+ Ambitious and strong headed
+ Well respected and trained
+ Caring and idealistic
- Afraid to let her guard down
- Terrified of her past
History: Royalty and power had always followed Nova around from the start of her life. To explain her life from the start simply, her mother stumbled upon a dark secret of certain Royals of Tudor England, secrets that no one will ever believe her words on. Born a year after Henry Tudor won the War of the Roses and was crowned King of England; that was just the start of her tale. Her mother; Marie was a member of the court when Richard III had been in power, taken on as a lady in waiting, she was a beautiful and highly lusted after woman. Her maiden head had been kept pure and untouched till a brother of Margaret Beaufort, the King's Mother proposed to her. Not being able to refuse such an honour of a man to want to take her hand, let alone a woman with no stature, not even land to call her own; it wasn't long before many started to speak out against her mother. Marie was given names that made her feel sick to her soul. Accused of many things from being the King's concubine and someone who only wanted power. The whispers and looks behind her back proved too much for her to handle; a month after her engagement, she attempted to run away from court. Proving to be her greatest mistake was not the fact she planned to flee at night but that it was upon the full moon. Her horse was attacked in the night. All she could make out was the form of a wolf as it ripped apart the horse before it turned to her. The beast did not attack her greatly. She was bit upon her wrist and ankle with a few scratches as she tried to fend the beast off. Realising that she hadn't gotten that far from the palace her screams alerted the King's Guards. With the beast disappearing at the first sign of the men, she was taken back to the Court and treated for her wounds.
The next days of her wounds recovery she was doted on by the man she was bound to marry. Surprised at all by the fact he still wanted her as she had clearly tried to run away. Everyone had found it some sort of blessing and sign at the sight of the rare wolf and gossip amongst the courts seemed to split again. With two weeks of her attempted runaway; she was walking down the aisle to finally marry her fiancée. In a matter of hours, she became an Aunt to the King of England, the Duchess of Sussex with her husband. Still there was something Marie was sure of that was not right. She had noticed the scars from the wolf had not healed correctly, although thankfully not infected, they were raised and prominent on her skin. She thought of them ugly and yet her husband thought them beautiful. Always calling them a blessing to her, a gift and treasure for her to keep and savour upon her journey through life. The day before the next full moon was the thing when her husband started to tell her what had happened to her. He told her the tales of the wolf and the curses that followed them. How it became a matter of cursed blooded and those within the Royal family that bore the burden of the curse. Why the wolves were even hunted so extensively with no chance to flourish and how she now carried the curse through her own blood. The news of what was to happen to her the following night was greeted with a fainting of the lady. The next day however, Marie felt a renewed sense of entitlement. She decided this curse was as her husband had told it. A blessing, it was a treasure and was going to prove to herself that it wasn't a curse. She was going to savour this new life. She transformed in the depths of the forest, watched over by her husband who had mastered the wolf. With his love and care, Marie fell for the man more than she thought was possible. Within days of her first transformation with him, she discovered she was with child.
Her pregnancy was met with many high praises of her court and also many predicting that she would bare her husband a boy for their land and titles. Marie was the only one to even dare utter that she was carrying a girl. And God gave Marie a healthy baby girl. Mary Beaufort, the first pure blooded werewolf of the Tudor Royal line. As much as a disappointment it often was for a girl to be born, her father; William, gave her as much love and devotion as if she was a boy. In the privacy of their estate, Mary was taught more boyish things. She was taught up to fight and protect herself, taught to use a sword and how to make a bow and fish and even taught how to read and write from a young age. Amongst all this, her and her mother were being taught how to control their wolves. How to master it and be the one in control. It wasn't starting to go unnoticed of the families disappearing every month for no reason. Sometimes not even informing the court at all that they wouldn't be able to heard of for a few days. But William was proud of his daughter, surprised at how quickly she grew to understood being a wolf and mastering the control of it, even before her mother did. As she grew in the courts, she grew the attention of many possible suitors. As a cousin to the King of England and a promising young woman, there was even talks of setting up arranged marriages for her. Her mother and father kept it to their will to keep her out of any talks or negotiations of her being. Not now they had all understood what their curse meant, what it meant for them as a family. It wasn't till she was aged twelve, her father becoming an old man that her mother finally passed three months with child. And it seemed time was against them as her father's health seemed to decline faster and faster with only the thought of God to try and keep him with them. Not even the promise of longer life with their curse was helping his soul. Upon the birth of a first healthy baby boy, Mary watched as her father took his last breath, a smile etched onto his lips, with his baby boy and heir in his arms.
With her father gone, so was their protection. Their estate was only intact thankfully due to her brother; Thomas. Even as a month old baby, the estate was given to him and Mary became his carer with her mother passing through mourning for her husband. Mary was now vulnerable at court, as a woman she had no say in any affairs, especially involving her. To sweeten a feud between France and England and help their bonds, she was one of many high standing woman in the court who were either arranged to be married when of age or sent to marry a high standing French man. Mary found herself betrothed to a Duke, Ambassador of France. Being brought up to not be held back by what the court dictated what she could do, she had a good brain for the laws of the court and tried to find a loop hole out of the betrothal and even worse for her was when there was talks of her mother being remarried off while she could still bare children. The world moved too quickly for her and as a woman it moved too slowly for her to do anything. Four years passed, the date of her wedding came. Married to a French duke, Marc, she found herself moving to new lands, new cities. Away from her mother and everything she had grown up around and knew was safe. Now bore the trails of her wolf in a new city. A husband who probably didn't care for her and just the money that was in her dowry. Her only relief upon her new home and estate was how secluded within a forest it was. Considering her husband was suppose to have close ties to Paris and they were suppose to live so close to the busy City, they felt so far away at the same time. She had her own questions for her husband. The fact she barely knew the man was ever more apparent. But it appeared that instead of consummating their marriage, her husband decided he just wanted to sit with his wife and get to know her.
The two grew a great fondness for each other quickly and Mary took to the French courts well, feeling far more welcomed than she had ever felt in the English courts. Within a few months of their marriage, Marc finally told Mary a great truth about himself. The reason behind the estate's seclusion in the woods, while she had her suspicions about her husband, she found herself in a completely different world from what she knew completely existed. Her husband was part of a pack, an Alpha who helped to keep the wolves hidden away and safe from the world that would try to destroy them. Within the woodlands there were vast communities, living as free as they could without the laws and restrictions given by the Kings and Queens. For once in her life, Mary felt truly free to be what she wished to be. Accepted lovingly into the pack, she took her place next to her husband as his wife and as an Alpha in her own right. She became known as Novella amongst those who grew to love her. Named after many a scholar within the Italian universities who rose through the ranks to teach to men of the world. Novella and Marc's marriage grew stronger with every day that came, the two falling more in love with each other with every passing second. When the time came, the two eventually come to consummate their marriage and much to the rumours of the courts, neither of them were ever unfaithful to each other.
While everything within her marriage and her new found pack life was going well for her; she received long awaited news from her mother and the courts of England. With news of her brother's introduction into the courts, he was accepted with open arms into the family of the Tudor's but her mother's concerns were for his wolf. With their father gone and their mother being resigned back to a lady in waiting for the queen, there was no one there to train the boy and help him learn. The fear of him turning while he was at court was overwhelming. Enough that she had to plead to Marc to go back to London again to see him and to take someone from the pack who had a title to possibly look after him as a French Tutor. Seeing her brother again was a strange feeling for her again. The two had never really been in the same room together for more than a few hours with little interaction but Nova adored her brother, the last reminder of her father left on the world. Spending a day with him at most that was offered to her, she went through everything about being a werewolf with him, in as much detail as he could provide for him. Explaining shift patterns to the beginning process of controlling his wolf. As quickly as she returned to London, she found herself back in France again with Marc watching the world fly by again. New French Kings and Dukes came and passed and finally; Henry VII died, Arthur Tudor passed and Henry VIII was on the throne. All she knew of her family was her brother still struggled with his wolf and her mother was starting to decline any visits to her in fear someone would finally see she had not aged at all and Nova had started to notice she was not looking a day older than her twenty-third birthday. Thankfully, she could work with it for a good decade.
Gossip started to ruin her life for her years when she ventured back to London. Talk of her so far childless marriage was hot gossip around the court. Almost six years of marriage and Nova had noticed the lack of even feeling as if she was with child. Yet, she tried to press the thoughts to the back of her mind. As more men passed through her life trying to entice her away from her husband, fill her head with Rumours, the last man she ever expected to give her the time of day was her cousin the King. With her ties to France, she became a strong ally to him while also always being held under an air of suspicious for her unsurprising support for the French. Within the years that Henry tied to realign England and France's relationship, her family was starting to fall apart. Her mother called her back to the estate immediately and the sight that was there was next to a horror scene. A few days after the full moon, her mother and brother had been entertaining an Earl of Spain and his wife. Had been entertaining. Her brother's wolf didn't take kindly to the strangers in their home, attacking and killing them both. With not much option for them to do, Nova was sent back to Marc and would be promised that they would deal with the death and make sure nothing got back to the king. They would try to make it somehow look like they passed of sweating fever or the plague.
Nova threw herself back into Pack life when she arrived back in Paris. Trying not to worry about her mother and brother and also the state of her marriage and the rumours that caused her unrest. Within her pack, she made her status next to her husband's side known to all. She refused to be accepted as any status but a Alpha. She knew deep down it was her birth status as a wolf. She was an Alpha and she was going to gain the respect she needed. She was good to her pack. She helped the younger members with their wolves, the ones who wanted to venture into the human world do so and how they could try to assimilate with the humans completely and what to do if any questions were ever raised. A few months passed before news that finally made her world seem to stop reached her. Her brother and mother had been tried and found guilty of treason after the Earl that was killed in their estate was ruled to them. Furthermore, with her mother's youth for an almost sixty year old woman, she was condemned as a witch. Nova herself later received a letter banishing her from the courts and disowning of Henry's love towards her. She was given a warning against if she was ever seen in England again. Although not banished from England itself, her French allegiance and love for them was now a sure reason for her to be tried for treason. No matter what price it may give and against the wishes of her husband's fear for her safety, she had to see her family at any costs, even if it meant seeing their deaths. She knew she had to let them know she was there with them. Disguised under the name Isabeau Tudor, she made her way back to England for she resigned to be her final time.
Arriving at the tower, the crowds were vast to watch the traitors of the crown. Discovering at least two other men were to be executed with them. She tried to make sure she had a slight vantage point in the crowd. Watching the sight unfold as her brother was dragged out to the block. She tried to keep composure as everyone cheered when his head left his body. She tried to keep strong, not to stand out as supporters of the traitors. When her mother was dragged out, she could feel her heart break and the urge to try and ultimately plan a rescue was out of the question completely. Keeping a strong composure, she saw with her mother's sight that the woman saw her. A gentle smile rested on the woman's lips, much like the one her father bore when he had taken his last breath. When the axe swung, Nova closed her eyes, wishing her last memory of her mother to forever be the smile she wore. That she was reunited with her father, her brother in the hands of God. Nova left London as quickly as she came to return to the safety of her Pack and upmost her husband. Now her focus was on the pack, maintaining their numbers and their loyalty. That they could all live together in harmony and treat each other as family. Her and Marc were eventually forced to follow the pattern her mother did. They didn't age at all, appearing ever in their twenties and heirless, they only agreed to see the members of the family that knew of the curse who had it themselves.
A year passed before she finally found herself with child. The new was celebrated throughout the pack and excitement spread of the baby of the Alpha's. The love for the two was clear throughout all the wolves and even new comers and those who just sought refuge. However, it was not to be as they hoped. Upon the invasion of England in 1544 and the pressure of French King demanding Marc declare an heir to his lands, she unfortunately miscarried and was never to carry a child to past three months without miscarrying again. With the English invasion and the pressure from the courts, they decided they were going to make the decision to have themselves declared dead from illness and a family member they trusted would take care of the rest, even make sure the estate and duke title stayed within their family. When their deaths were declared and a family member heir was announced, they retreated to the safety of their. For at least two centuries, everything had been calmed. When Marc made the biggest mistake of their lives, Nova could only watch history repeat itself again for her.
The Reign of Terror was upon everyone. Their heads were sought after next to many other Dukes and Duchesses and in a panic to save their family, they went to the estate to find the rest of their kins thinking they still had weeks before the revolution would reach them. Nova was busy in the room that should have been their nursery before she barely heard the intrusion of the home. Before she could find out what happened, Marc had shut the door to her and appeared to have hid it from sight as in a panic she couldn't open it again. Nova was helpless again to help those who meant most to her as she watched through the keyhole of the door, her husband dragged away with no question of who he was but just a Duke. Watching as their distant cousins, nephews and nieces were also dragged from the home. Breaking the door back open; she quickly stripped herself of her clothing to adopt the lower class styles, blending in with plans to try and rescue her husband and cousins, the Reign of Terror was too much for even her. Summary executions were held all over France, specifically for the Dukes, the Earls now the king had been beheaded. Once again, Nova had arrived in time to see the death of another loved one. The final push to break her heart completely, feeling as if it had been torn in two.
Watching her beloved as he was lined up to face his death, she couldn't appear strong anymore. She couldn't hold back the pain that overwhelmed her body as he walked to his death. The only peace of mind was the smile on his face. Knowing that he had protected her all his life and saved her from this foolish death, that despite what everyone ever gossiped about and said; they had loved each other with all of their souls and hearts. When the blade fell, so did she. In a moment of utter weakness and heartbreak, she fell to her knees amongst the crowd of cheers and joy. No longer she could hold back her sorrow and fears before finally she snapped. Wiping away her tears, she took a handkerchief from her pocket and found a way to the guillotine, she soaked the cloth in the blood that lay around, not caring of whose it was but that her husbands was mixed amongst it. She returned to her pack with the news of Marc's death and to her horror, she was told she was immediately to step down as an Alpha and to retire to the lower ranks. Offended and appalled, Nova refused to do anything of the sort. She would not lie down after her husband's murder as she came to call it. Instead, she proposed that those who loved her as an Alpha and leader and wished to remain with her would follow her to America. For Europe was becoming dangerous. A land that was squeezing itself of it's resources and turning upon itself. It was time to find a new life and possibly new friendships and pack relations. A part of her heart was mended that day when at least half the pack agreed with her and decided they should try and relocate. Adopting her name of Isabeau Tudor once again for her new identity; she travelled to migrate to America. Finally feeling as if she could leave behind her demons now.
With those who trusted her as an Alpha under her wing, they moved quickly from New York, heading towards the more forest areas of America. Trying any way to find the scent of another pack and trying to save out of the affairs of the Americans. Not wishing to find herself in anymore courts or on the tip of any revolution. They traveled taking up any odd jobs for money they could along the way. Earning titles of Gypsies and drifters in the towns that they dwelled in. They finally found a pack willing to show themselves to them in Yellowstone. At first, being laughed at for being lead by Nova in her stature, but quickly she proved her resilience and proudness. Her right to call herself an Alpha and lead her pack. The packs integrated like she had hoped would happen when they found somewhere to settle and new bonds were made.
In her time, many an Alpha had tried to gain her heart. None of them knowing her heart break and sorrow and even the reason she decided to leave Europe. Till her current lease of life, she had never let another into her heart to replace Marc, but will admit she hasn't let herself completely lonely. The odd Beta has passed through her life and even Omega. Not wishing for the challenge and backlash of even kissing an Alpha can cause. When the town of Lunarium established the openness of accepting Vampires and Werewolves to live in public without fear, she had hesitations at first. That she could see this town surviving at all in the public eye, it was at least three years before another Alpha of her pack convinced her to talk to someone within the town about a chance for them to join. She was surprised at the openness and welcome she was given. Further, the respect she was given for her age and time in the world and skill as a leader and Alpha made her feel humbled. Her pack was given a plot of land to make their homes and with the promise of being recognised as an Alpha leader of Lunarium, her pack finally settled with the lives they had once all dreamt of.
Yet with every passing day, her heart yearns to be loved again. To see her beloved again. Her only remaining reminder of him being a heart locket with his portrait painted inside. She is never without the necklace and only believes she take it off if she ever falls in love again with someone just as worthy as Marc.
Base Name: Hayley Williams
Alias: Nova, Beau, Isabeau Tudor
Looks Age: 23
Real Age: 555
Species: Werewolf
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance.
Height: 5"1
Eye colour: Hazel mix with green.
Hair colour and length: Naturally, she is a very fair shade of blond. Making it easy to ever change the colours of her hair. From red, oranges and blues when she feels like it. The length varies but currently in a bob style that's she's considering growing out.
Tattoo's/scars/birthmarks etc... See images at bottom of page.
Personality:
Nova or Beau is something who is the definition of determination. She doesn't let anything stand in her way or stop her from doing anything. She never lets any factors get in the way at all. She's a feisty little thing with a heart made of pure gold. Her intentions are mostly in the right place, but she knows everything she does in life isn't ever going to benefit everyone. She's more of an idealist. She knows what she would love to do for those in her pack but understands what is possible and what is realistic. She'll never sugar coat the honest truth unless she ever feels like it needs it and that's only ever really around children. However, with her own upbringing, she grew to learn that the truth was always the best way in life. She has been taught how to lie well, Nova knows how to twist a story and rewrite the history books, but she doesn't. She prefers to leave her fingerprints off anything she doesn't see as right. Nova isn't afraid to speak out and let herself be heard. With her small stature, she knows how to stand out and be one with the 'men' of the packs.
Her softer side with reserved for those she keeps close. She tends to keep up a tough facade, feeling under pressure as a female Alpha that she has to do so. Always preferring to feel cold and detached than sweet and humane. There are times when she can't ever feel like she can let the wall down again. That's she just stuck to keep this facade up to the world. The idea of being vulnerable scares her terribly and still she craves it dearly. She wants to feel like a free spirit again. Those days when someone does make her smile truthfully and makes her heart burst with laughter. She wants the challenge of finding a true love who will help her relax to life and let go. In over two hundred years of life, she's struggled to find someone to mend her heart, maybe it's time she did just give in and let someone else decide again for her love.
Occupation: Alpha Leader.
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Foggy mornings
+ Living within the forest
+ Anyone who can make her laugh
+ The colour Orange
+ Feminists
- Chauvinistic males
- Rogue wolves who think they can overthrow her
- Wolves who tries to bond with her
- Rain after she dyes her hair
Abilities/Powers:
Heightened senses, stamina, strength, speed etc.
Able to self heal.
Practically immortal life span.
Has complete control over her shift and wolf.
Weaknesses/Strengths:
+ Ambitious and strong headed
+ Well respected and trained
+ Caring and idealistic
- Afraid to let her guard down
- Terrified of her past
History: Royalty and power had always followed Nova around from the start of her life. To explain her life from the start simply, her mother stumbled upon a dark secret of certain Royals of Tudor England, secrets that no one will ever believe her words on. Born a year after Henry Tudor won the War of the Roses and was crowned King of England; that was just the start of her tale. Her mother; Marie was a member of the court when Richard III had been in power, taken on as a lady in waiting, she was a beautiful and highly lusted after woman. Her maiden head had been kept pure and untouched till a brother of Margaret Beaufort, the King's Mother proposed to her. Not being able to refuse such an honour of a man to want to take her hand, let alone a woman with no stature, not even land to call her own; it wasn't long before many started to speak out against her mother. Marie was given names that made her feel sick to her soul. Accused of many things from being the King's concubine and someone who only wanted power. The whispers and looks behind her back proved too much for her to handle; a month after her engagement, she attempted to run away from court. Proving to be her greatest mistake was not the fact she planned to flee at night but that it was upon the full moon. Her horse was attacked in the night. All she could make out was the form of a wolf as it ripped apart the horse before it turned to her. The beast did not attack her greatly. She was bit upon her wrist and ankle with a few scratches as she tried to fend the beast off. Realising that she hadn't gotten that far from the palace her screams alerted the King's Guards. With the beast disappearing at the first sign of the men, she was taken back to the Court and treated for her wounds.
The next days of her wounds recovery she was doted on by the man she was bound to marry. Surprised at all by the fact he still wanted her as she had clearly tried to run away. Everyone had found it some sort of blessing and sign at the sight of the rare wolf and gossip amongst the courts seemed to split again. With two weeks of her attempted runaway; she was walking down the aisle to finally marry her fiancée. In a matter of hours, she became an Aunt to the King of England, the Duchess of Sussex with her husband. Still there was something Marie was sure of that was not right. She had noticed the scars from the wolf had not healed correctly, although thankfully not infected, they were raised and prominent on her skin. She thought of them ugly and yet her husband thought them beautiful. Always calling them a blessing to her, a gift and treasure for her to keep and savour upon her journey through life. The day before the next full moon was the thing when her husband started to tell her what had happened to her. He told her the tales of the wolf and the curses that followed them. How it became a matter of cursed blooded and those within the Royal family that bore the burden of the curse. Why the wolves were even hunted so extensively with no chance to flourish and how she now carried the curse through her own blood. The news of what was to happen to her the following night was greeted with a fainting of the lady. The next day however, Marie felt a renewed sense of entitlement. She decided this curse was as her husband had told it. A blessing, it was a treasure and was going to prove to herself that it wasn't a curse. She was going to savour this new life. She transformed in the depths of the forest, watched over by her husband who had mastered the wolf. With his love and care, Marie fell for the man more than she thought was possible. Within days of her first transformation with him, she discovered she was with child.
Her pregnancy was met with many high praises of her court and also many predicting that she would bare her husband a boy for their land and titles. Marie was the only one to even dare utter that she was carrying a girl. And God gave Marie a healthy baby girl. Mary Beaufort, the first pure blooded werewolf of the Tudor Royal line. As much as a disappointment it often was for a girl to be born, her father; William, gave her as much love and devotion as if she was a boy. In the privacy of their estate, Mary was taught more boyish things. She was taught up to fight and protect herself, taught to use a sword and how to make a bow and fish and even taught how to read and write from a young age. Amongst all this, her and her mother were being taught how to control their wolves. How to master it and be the one in control. It wasn't starting to go unnoticed of the families disappearing every month for no reason. Sometimes not even informing the court at all that they wouldn't be able to heard of for a few days. But William was proud of his daughter, surprised at how quickly she grew to understood being a wolf and mastering the control of it, even before her mother did. As she grew in the courts, she grew the attention of many possible suitors. As a cousin to the King of England and a promising young woman, there was even talks of setting up arranged marriages for her. Her mother and father kept it to their will to keep her out of any talks or negotiations of her being. Not now they had all understood what their curse meant, what it meant for them as a family. It wasn't till she was aged twelve, her father becoming an old man that her mother finally passed three months with child. And it seemed time was against them as her father's health seemed to decline faster and faster with only the thought of God to try and keep him with them. Not even the promise of longer life with their curse was helping his soul. Upon the birth of a first healthy baby boy, Mary watched as her father took his last breath, a smile etched onto his lips, with his baby boy and heir in his arms.
With her father gone, so was their protection. Their estate was only intact thankfully due to her brother; Thomas. Even as a month old baby, the estate was given to him and Mary became his carer with her mother passing through mourning for her husband. Mary was now vulnerable at court, as a woman she had no say in any affairs, especially involving her. To sweeten a feud between France and England and help their bonds, she was one of many high standing woman in the court who were either arranged to be married when of age or sent to marry a high standing French man. Mary found herself betrothed to a Duke, Ambassador of France. Being brought up to not be held back by what the court dictated what she could do, she had a good brain for the laws of the court and tried to find a loop hole out of the betrothal and even worse for her was when there was talks of her mother being remarried off while she could still bare children. The world moved too quickly for her and as a woman it moved too slowly for her to do anything. Four years passed, the date of her wedding came. Married to a French duke, Marc, she found herself moving to new lands, new cities. Away from her mother and everything she had grown up around and knew was safe. Now bore the trails of her wolf in a new city. A husband who probably didn't care for her and just the money that was in her dowry. Her only relief upon her new home and estate was how secluded within a forest it was. Considering her husband was suppose to have close ties to Paris and they were suppose to live so close to the busy City, they felt so far away at the same time. She had her own questions for her husband. The fact she barely knew the man was ever more apparent. But it appeared that instead of consummating their marriage, her husband decided he just wanted to sit with his wife and get to know her.
The two grew a great fondness for each other quickly and Mary took to the French courts well, feeling far more welcomed than she had ever felt in the English courts. Within a few months of their marriage, Marc finally told Mary a great truth about himself. The reason behind the estate's seclusion in the woods, while she had her suspicions about her husband, she found herself in a completely different world from what she knew completely existed. Her husband was part of a pack, an Alpha who helped to keep the wolves hidden away and safe from the world that would try to destroy them. Within the woodlands there were vast communities, living as free as they could without the laws and restrictions given by the Kings and Queens. For once in her life, Mary felt truly free to be what she wished to be. Accepted lovingly into the pack, she took her place next to her husband as his wife and as an Alpha in her own right. She became known as Novella amongst those who grew to love her. Named after many a scholar within the Italian universities who rose through the ranks to teach to men of the world. Novella and Marc's marriage grew stronger with every day that came, the two falling more in love with each other with every passing second. When the time came, the two eventually come to consummate their marriage and much to the rumours of the courts, neither of them were ever unfaithful to each other.
While everything within her marriage and her new found pack life was going well for her; she received long awaited news from her mother and the courts of England. With news of her brother's introduction into the courts, he was accepted with open arms into the family of the Tudor's but her mother's concerns were for his wolf. With their father gone and their mother being resigned back to a lady in waiting for the queen, there was no one there to train the boy and help him learn. The fear of him turning while he was at court was overwhelming. Enough that she had to plead to Marc to go back to London again to see him and to take someone from the pack who had a title to possibly look after him as a French Tutor. Seeing her brother again was a strange feeling for her again. The two had never really been in the same room together for more than a few hours with little interaction but Nova adored her brother, the last reminder of her father left on the world. Spending a day with him at most that was offered to her, she went through everything about being a werewolf with him, in as much detail as he could provide for him. Explaining shift patterns to the beginning process of controlling his wolf. As quickly as she returned to London, she found herself back in France again with Marc watching the world fly by again. New French Kings and Dukes came and passed and finally; Henry VII died, Arthur Tudor passed and Henry VIII was on the throne. All she knew of her family was her brother still struggled with his wolf and her mother was starting to decline any visits to her in fear someone would finally see she had not aged at all and Nova had started to notice she was not looking a day older than her twenty-third birthday. Thankfully, she could work with it for a good decade.
Gossip started to ruin her life for her years when she ventured back to London. Talk of her so far childless marriage was hot gossip around the court. Almost six years of marriage and Nova had noticed the lack of even feeling as if she was with child. Yet, she tried to press the thoughts to the back of her mind. As more men passed through her life trying to entice her away from her husband, fill her head with Rumours, the last man she ever expected to give her the time of day was her cousin the King. With her ties to France, she became a strong ally to him while also always being held under an air of suspicious for her unsurprising support for the French. Within the years that Henry tied to realign England and France's relationship, her family was starting to fall apart. Her mother called her back to the estate immediately and the sight that was there was next to a horror scene. A few days after the full moon, her mother and brother had been entertaining an Earl of Spain and his wife. Had been entertaining. Her brother's wolf didn't take kindly to the strangers in their home, attacking and killing them both. With not much option for them to do, Nova was sent back to Marc and would be promised that they would deal with the death and make sure nothing got back to the king. They would try to make it somehow look like they passed of sweating fever or the plague.
Nova threw herself back into Pack life when she arrived back in Paris. Trying not to worry about her mother and brother and also the state of her marriage and the rumours that caused her unrest. Within her pack, she made her status next to her husband's side known to all. She refused to be accepted as any status but a Alpha. She knew deep down it was her birth status as a wolf. She was an Alpha and she was going to gain the respect she needed. She was good to her pack. She helped the younger members with their wolves, the ones who wanted to venture into the human world do so and how they could try to assimilate with the humans completely and what to do if any questions were ever raised. A few months passed before news that finally made her world seem to stop reached her. Her brother and mother had been tried and found guilty of treason after the Earl that was killed in their estate was ruled to them. Furthermore, with her mother's youth for an almost sixty year old woman, she was condemned as a witch. Nova herself later received a letter banishing her from the courts and disowning of Henry's love towards her. She was given a warning against if she was ever seen in England again. Although not banished from England itself, her French allegiance and love for them was now a sure reason for her to be tried for treason. No matter what price it may give and against the wishes of her husband's fear for her safety, she had to see her family at any costs, even if it meant seeing their deaths. She knew she had to let them know she was there with them. Disguised under the name Isabeau Tudor, she made her way back to England for she resigned to be her final time.
Arriving at the tower, the crowds were vast to watch the traitors of the crown. Discovering at least two other men were to be executed with them. She tried to make sure she had a slight vantage point in the crowd. Watching the sight unfold as her brother was dragged out to the block. She tried to keep composure as everyone cheered when his head left his body. She tried to keep strong, not to stand out as supporters of the traitors. When her mother was dragged out, she could feel her heart break and the urge to try and ultimately plan a rescue was out of the question completely. Keeping a strong composure, she saw with her mother's sight that the woman saw her. A gentle smile rested on the woman's lips, much like the one her father bore when he had taken his last breath. When the axe swung, Nova closed her eyes, wishing her last memory of her mother to forever be the smile she wore. That she was reunited with her father, her brother in the hands of God. Nova left London as quickly as she came to return to the safety of her Pack and upmost her husband. Now her focus was on the pack, maintaining their numbers and their loyalty. That they could all live together in harmony and treat each other as family. Her and Marc were eventually forced to follow the pattern her mother did. They didn't age at all, appearing ever in their twenties and heirless, they only agreed to see the members of the family that knew of the curse who had it themselves.
A year passed before she finally found herself with child. The new was celebrated throughout the pack and excitement spread of the baby of the Alpha's. The love for the two was clear throughout all the wolves and even new comers and those who just sought refuge. However, it was not to be as they hoped. Upon the invasion of England in 1544 and the pressure of French King demanding Marc declare an heir to his lands, she unfortunately miscarried and was never to carry a child to past three months without miscarrying again. With the English invasion and the pressure from the courts, they decided they were going to make the decision to have themselves declared dead from illness and a family member they trusted would take care of the rest, even make sure the estate and duke title stayed within their family. When their deaths were declared and a family member heir was announced, they retreated to the safety of their. For at least two centuries, everything had been calmed. When Marc made the biggest mistake of their lives, Nova could only watch history repeat itself again for her.
The Reign of Terror was upon everyone. Their heads were sought after next to many other Dukes and Duchesses and in a panic to save their family, they went to the estate to find the rest of their kins thinking they still had weeks before the revolution would reach them. Nova was busy in the room that should have been their nursery before she barely heard the intrusion of the home. Before she could find out what happened, Marc had shut the door to her and appeared to have hid it from sight as in a panic she couldn't open it again. Nova was helpless again to help those who meant most to her as she watched through the keyhole of the door, her husband dragged away with no question of who he was but just a Duke. Watching as their distant cousins, nephews and nieces were also dragged from the home. Breaking the door back open; she quickly stripped herself of her clothing to adopt the lower class styles, blending in with plans to try and rescue her husband and cousins, the Reign of Terror was too much for even her. Summary executions were held all over France, specifically for the Dukes, the Earls now the king had been beheaded. Once again, Nova had arrived in time to see the death of another loved one. The final push to break her heart completely, feeling as if it had been torn in two.
Watching her beloved as he was lined up to face his death, she couldn't appear strong anymore. She couldn't hold back the pain that overwhelmed her body as he walked to his death. The only peace of mind was the smile on his face. Knowing that he had protected her all his life and saved her from this foolish death, that despite what everyone ever gossiped about and said; they had loved each other with all of their souls and hearts. When the blade fell, so did she. In a moment of utter weakness and heartbreak, she fell to her knees amongst the crowd of cheers and joy. No longer she could hold back her sorrow and fears before finally she snapped. Wiping away her tears, she took a handkerchief from her pocket and found a way to the guillotine, she soaked the cloth in the blood that lay around, not caring of whose it was but that her husbands was mixed amongst it. She returned to her pack with the news of Marc's death and to her horror, she was told she was immediately to step down as an Alpha and to retire to the lower ranks. Offended and appalled, Nova refused to do anything of the sort. She would not lie down after her husband's murder as she came to call it. Instead, she proposed that those who loved her as an Alpha and leader and wished to remain with her would follow her to America. For Europe was becoming dangerous. A land that was squeezing itself of it's resources and turning upon itself. It was time to find a new life and possibly new friendships and pack relations. A part of her heart was mended that day when at least half the pack agreed with her and decided they should try and relocate. Adopting her name of Isabeau Tudor once again for her new identity; she travelled to migrate to America. Finally feeling as if she could leave behind her demons now.
With those who trusted her as an Alpha under her wing, they moved quickly from New York, heading towards the more forest areas of America. Trying any way to find the scent of another pack and trying to save out of the affairs of the Americans. Not wishing to find herself in anymore courts or on the tip of any revolution. They traveled taking up any odd jobs for money they could along the way. Earning titles of Gypsies and drifters in the towns that they dwelled in. They finally found a pack willing to show themselves to them in Yellowstone. At first, being laughed at for being lead by Nova in her stature, but quickly she proved her resilience and proudness. Her right to call herself an Alpha and lead her pack. The packs integrated like she had hoped would happen when they found somewhere to settle and new bonds were made.
In her time, many an Alpha had tried to gain her heart. None of them knowing her heart break and sorrow and even the reason she decided to leave Europe. Till her current lease of life, she had never let another into her heart to replace Marc, but will admit she hasn't let herself completely lonely. The odd Beta has passed through her life and even Omega. Not wishing for the challenge and backlash of even kissing an Alpha can cause. When the town of Lunarium established the openness of accepting Vampires and Werewolves to live in public without fear, she had hesitations at first. That she could see this town surviving at all in the public eye, it was at least three years before another Alpha of her pack convinced her to talk to someone within the town about a chance for them to join. She was surprised at the openness and welcome she was given. Further, the respect she was given for her age and time in the world and skill as a leader and Alpha made her feel humbled. Her pack was given a plot of land to make their homes and with the promise of being recognised as an Alpha leader of Lunarium, her pack finally settled with the lives they had once all dreamt of.
Yet with every passing day, her heart yearns to be loved again. To see her beloved again. Her only remaining reminder of him being a heart locket with his portrait painted inside. She is never without the necklace and only believes she take it off if she ever falls in love again with someone just as worthy as Marc.