Name:Ciara Talos
Alias/Nickname: Ki-Ki
Age:24
Age apparent:24
Gender:f
Species: Werelion
Details or job description of Rank: alpha
Gifts: Physical Prowess, Fast Healing, Acute Senses, Silver Vulnerability, Control animals, Hybrid Form, Aura of Power, Pass as Human as well as Healing (thru sexual contact), Taming the Beast, Cosmetic Change...and has extensive contacts on the street, as well as a few in the police department.

Appearance: Ciara is small and dark, just like her name's meaning, and barely tops five foot. It lends her an air of helpless female, especially with the lush curves she was blessed with. Thick black hair in a jumble of waves falls to her shoulders, and light blue eyes the color of turquoise are a testament to her unique heritage. With an Irish mother, her skin is on the lighter side of olive. Usually she dresses in no-nonsense wear, jeans and bright shirts to make her seem less serious, somber.

Height: 5' 1"
Weight:112
Eye Color: blue
Hair color: auburn
Hair Style: a tumble of reddish waves that reaches to her shoulders or shorter, depending on her mood
Complexion: Light olive skin
Body shape: Lithe but curvy
Clothing: Varies, but usually jeans and a shirt, but can dress up when needed and look good.

Personality: Ciara was raised by a cop, so her demeanor is one of observation, with eyes that miss very little, and she is practical to an extreme. She is also very hard to get to know, often making the other person talk about themselves first, her trust in humans on the slim side, more of the introverted artist type than an outgoing one. These traits aren't as strong within the pride, but she still requires a bit of work to get to know, but once you get past the walls, she is sweet and loving, and protective of those who make it in that close. Now she doesn't come off as anti-social, she can be bright and engaging, but if you look, her eyes are cool and assessing.

Merits:gifted artist, loyal to a fault, strong sense of justice and willing to ride to the side of her friends when needed.
Flaws:Stubborn, says what she means with no filter on, cannot stand anyone who places others in danger, and wicked hot temper when pushed

IV History: Ciara comes from a long line of police officers. But as a pretty little girl, her artist mother doted on her and taught her how to form what was in her mind into a physical form.  Her mother was killed by a drunk driver when she was 9, so Ciara was raised by a her father, and often babysat by his fellow officers wives. She knows most of the children she grew up playing with, some who moved on to become officers with the CHP. A fae creature, instead of taking to her mother's medium of clay, Ciara found metals and gems...specifically jewelry to be addictive.

When she was sixteen, she was out for a morning run when she was attacked by what she thought was a wild cat, but when the full moon rose the next month she shifted and it became apparent she was a werelion. Her father originally tried locking her away every full moon, but as she got older and stronger, he had to go to the local alpha to help. She became part of the pride at 17, two months before her 18th birthday, and usually attends the full moon gatherings to this day.

Ciara's father was killed in the line of duty two years later, and she threw herself into her work, burying her grief and sadness into a creative spurt that sent her from a nobody to an acclaimed artist. After a few years, her inventive designs and eclectic use of materials have made her a buzz word in fashion circles...on par with a few of the top designers. To see her work in Vogue and Cosmo is not unusual...and often does custom work for the right price.

Tired of the city...and craving new inspiration, Ciara had come to Mountain Home to set up a studio and really work, without interruption, and with the freedom of the wilderness at her back, it lets her lioness roam without worry. She met Thomas there, and it was love at first sight, or first purr depending on how you looked at it. They came to San Francisco soon afterwords, her work bringing her into the city with it's bright lights, beloved not far behind, giving up his solitary cabin for a house in the bustle of town.