Post by Margot Claire Anders on Sept 21, 2019 19:51:55 GMT
Margot Claire
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Margot Claire Anders
AGE: 36, born April 28th, 1983
RACE: werewolf, born
GENDER: female
ALLIANCE: Oak Hill
OCCUPATION: Architect
FACE CLAIM: Tara Lynn
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIPS:• “Madison” Anders, 17, daughter
• Hannah and James Anders, parents, living
• Claire Dugas-Anders, grandmother, deceased
PERSONALITY
Sarcastic | Stubborn | Shrewd 
Margot grew up in all the pageantry of east Texas, which often meant actual pageants and all the other Southern staples: Friday night football games, field parties, rodeos. Margot has known them all and even the metropolitan years she spent in Houston cannot fully erase the small town life from her bones. She understands the subtlety needed to work a small insular crowd. She is not afraid to bust out the idioms, the euphemisms, and the subtle emotions if it gets her what she desires.Margot’s mind has never been one easily swayed, and when challenged, Margot can dig her heels in with the best of them. Maggie often feels the need to take a stand, even when one doesn’t necessarily have to be made, but when she has a real cause, she’s practically unstoppable. She had a bit of a reputation at PTA meetings, and many joked with a little bit that she should have been a lawyer or a politician. She has no interest in either; she simply wants to do things the right way – aka her own way.
Beneath Maggie’s facades, all of them, there is a woman who has always felt used to feeling like just slightly off, like an oval peg trying to fit in the round hole. Her daughter is her world, because that’s her pack. The bond between them is more secure than Maggie allows herself to experience with others in her world. She is used to people leaving, and she’s tired of begging people to stay. That makes her careful in word but reckless in deed and a little cold-hearted when it comes to the feelings along the way.
HISTORY
Margot’s story starts with Claire. Claire Dugas, who left her family and her pack for a human man. Claire followed Antoine to Texas, where it seemed she limited her turns to the obligatory full moons and played house. Antoine and Claire welcomed their firstborn, James Anders, in the fall of 1959, and Claire waited for him to change with her. Year after year, however, James showed no signs of the gene, and Claire thought that, just like that, her legacy had been bred out. James grew, met Hannah, another local girl, and married. Their life was happy and quiet, and in early 1983, they welcomed Margot, who would be their only child.Margot grew up close with her grandmother, who, now widowed, still lived on the main house of the ranch. Claire, despite her age, always seemed spry and feisty, and Margot thought nothing of the howls she heard sometimes. Her grandmother, she reasoned, was like any other, except she spoke with a deep, Southern accent, knew the names of all the plants, and dogs didn’t seem to like her. She would sit on Claire’s porch, and they would talk for hours, sometimes deep into the summer nights. Maggie would tell Claire all the things that normal tween girls were afraid of telling their parents, about her crushes and her friends and her struggles in school and how she wanted to wear bike shorts but her mother wouldn’t let her. Despite having plenty of friends her own age, Maggie considered her grandmother her best friend.
When Maggie hit 13, however, something within her changed. She had always been a strong-willed girl, but her stubbornness skyrocketed. She became aggressive (more than was normal for teenage girls at least), and she lashed out. Claire, who had seen her younger siblings through the change, knew what was happening, and on the next full moon, she took Maggie to the woods near their ranch. It was painful, twisting, and hard to watch, but Claire stood silently by while her granddaughter’s body changed. The first change took nearly two and a half hours, tip to tail, and Maggie lay on the ground for a long time afterward, trying to understand her new body.
Eventually, Claire shifted with her and explained everything. Every full moon afterward, they ran together, two lone wolves in the Texas woods. Claire taught her how to control herself and the animal within her, how to listen to it and react, and how to blend in with normal humans. Claire promised that, one day, she would show Maggie Oak Hill and their family’s house there. Bonded, they became the only pack the other had.
After Maggie graduated high school and started at Rice University for architecture, Claire got sick, her age finally catching up to her. The spry woman Maggie remembered withered into a wizened crone, and it wasn’t long before she was ready to pass before Maggie turned 19. She made the four hour drive home and was the only one in her grandmother’s room when she finally went. That night, her howls were a funeral song, and they laid her grandmother to rest beside her dearly departed husband. The year that followed was one of the hardest on Margot, and her behavior once more became erratic and scattered. She met another passing werewolf that summer, and in trying to refill the pack bond she was missing, she got too close to him too quickly. When summer ended, however, she was alone once more, trying to plod through school.
It was a few months later that her situation came to startling clarity. She was not, in fact, alone, and unsure of how she would ever care for a child, she called her parents and told them she planned to come home. Her mother insisted she stay down in Houston, and between them all and several miracles, Maggie was able to finish her program with only an extra year. She took a low-level job as a city architect and afforded a small apartment for herself and her daughter. It was a happy time, and as Maggie advanced in her career, they were able to afford a better life. When she saw the signs of her own daughter’s impending change, she moved them out of the city proper and taught her all Claire had taught her.
In the last year, Maggie was contacted to work on smaller projects for Robespierre Academy – and also that the Dugas house stood empty inside of Oak Hill. Claire’s last sibling had died without an heir, and as the next werewolf kin, the house was Maggie’s. Maggie accepted both, and during the summer of 2019, she took her daughter of her last year of high school in Houston and moved them both into what is easily the most broken down house in Oak Hill. Currently, she’s working on building both it and designing auxiliary buildings for Robespierre Academy.
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