Erika

• Name: Erika "Kansas" Christensen

~Judgement-Of-The-Lost-Souls (Judges-Souls)~

• Former Names: Hunter-Killer (by Jamethon), Firestarter

• Gender: Female

• Breed: Homid

• Auspice: Philodox

• Tribe: Get of Fenris

• Rank: Cliath

• Date of Birth: Unknown

• Packs: Scourge

• Positions: Member of Scourge

Misc:

• Creation Date: Oct 28, 2002

• Creation Rank: Cub

• Departure Date: May 17, 2005 (Died in battle.)

Notes: (Please note that all information below is OOC-knowledge ONLY!) Erika was born to middle-class kinfolk in Leavenworth, Kansas. They lived on a rundown farm near Clinton Lake. She had an alcoholic and abusive father until her mother developed a rare cancer. While her father was in rehab, her uncle’s family took care of her. After her father recovered, they moved to Saint Claire, Washington after her father had received a truck-driving job there. They lived in a small trailer in Kent Crossing. Walking in the woods one night, Erika stumbles into an accidental shooting in the woods but when the two hunters find out that she had seen the whole thing, they tried to shoot her. Instead they got a big surprise. Erika’s elders caught her in the act of frenzying on her aggressors.

Jamethon stood over the cub and announced her as ~Hunter-Killer~, a worthy Get of Fenris. No smaller body than Erika could pack such an aggressive attitude (In one particular situation it actually worked to her advantage – Erika ended up being in possession of a nice new weapon) and as a Philodox to bring the law down without judgment, as she came to be known ~Judgment-Of-The-Lost-Souls (Judges-Souls)~. In 2003, she packed under the Wyvern with Luke (alpha), Jamethon, Leonard, and Wilbur.

Like everything Erika did, she died in a blaze of glory:
The King Bull in a powerful writhing gets to its feet, knocking Touch Deer back and cutting the Fostern ahroun's stomach open with a swipe of its horns, and Flood-of-Flame and Bloods-Bane on their asses. Judges-Souls starts huffing in a strange fashion, breath coming difficult to her and then she snaps, frenzy taking hold. She has that axe still in her hands as she runs forward in a blur of rage, it isn't until she is right before the bull that she brings the axe down in its face with such force it is buried to the handle, in her frenzy she is unable to control herself however, and she impales herself straight on on the Bull's horns, the curvature of them first puncturing straight through the Philodox, then ripping outwards with such force from the collision that all that is left to be seen of Judges-Souls' midsection is her spine, flesh gibbed away onto the ground. As if unsure of their obvious death's, the bull and the Fenrir stagger back a moment, then collapse, both very dead.

Erika's Noteable NPCs:

• Uncle Garrett Christensen ~Starts-the-Stampede~, Get of Fenris Ragabash (NPC).