Character Beginnings

[Nathron]

((post your characters start, before the invasion))

[Nathron]

"Get in the closet." Said Paige to Nathron as he sat there, drumming his fingers on the counter.
"What?" He asked in total shock "You want me to go into a closet with you?"
"I should slap you for that!" She replied holding out her hand. "No, I want to to go in the closet and talk, so I can test this out." She shook her head. "Smart Ass." She held a glass to her ear as he sat there. "I think the thinner one will work better." She said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Now get in the closet!" Paige shoved Nathron into the closet and stuck the glass to the door.
"You know I don't think this will wo.."
"Purfect!" She said, interupting. "Now let me in."
"What?" Asked Nathron as his groin tightened. "Why do you want to come in?"
"Because it's the only way you can here the meeting idiot!" She stuck the glass to the wall and listened to the council. "They are only talking about how to keep the werewolf population in check. Your dad keeps saying it doesn't need to be kept "in check" She continued listening. Finally she threw the glass down and announced it was boring and she was going outside. Naturally, he followed her, as instinct to protect her. "Where are you going?" Asked Nathron. "Going to find your little girlfriend, like I know you have somewhere in the forest." His stomach dropped. "What are you talking about?" He asked, trying to sound innocent. Her voice sounded annoyed, almost pinged with jelousy. "What are you talking about?" repeated Nathron. She pointed directly at his face and replied "Look!" He quickly grabbed her mirior from her and looked at the strawberry gloss on the corner of his mouth. "d**n it! I hope dad didn't see this!" He was going to be in so much trouble. His nerves took over and he was forced to transform. His mind raced, as he thought about what body parts might be showing through his slowly ripping clothes. Paige had never seen him transform, she screamed and turned to run, but she didn't get far before he grabbed her arm in his mouth, and bit her. She instantly fell to the ground, sobbing as werewolf saliva rippled through her body. She slowly transformed into a wolf, and all Nathron could do was watch. She was a witch, another supernatural, now cursed to live a werewolves life, and it was all his fault. He couldn't return now, neither could she. She understood that. So they ran, ran as far as they could. They stayed wolf so long their wolf brains took over. Nathron learned how to hunt, and fend like a real wolf. Eventually they had pups. Everything was alright, until they were discovered, and Nathron was taken to join the rebelion. Now he was ever seeking to return to see his family.

[Fox McCloud]

I would write Lightning's history (and note, I will), but after I get all the plot and stuff straight. It's very long and very confusing.

[General Grievous]

My characters beginning is sorta bound with Lights so I got to think too