Ghoul: Selena Pierro

[Aynn Marks]

Name : Selena Pierro
Nationality : Native American - Ottawa Tribe
Apparent Age : 25
Actual Age : 22
Domitor's Clan : True Brujah
Appearance : Selena stands about 5'3" with darker tan skin. Her eyes are a dark, chocolaty brown, and she never goes anywhere without her dark blue eyeliner that makes her eyes really stand out. Her hair has the signature straight traits of the Native Americans of the area, hanging to about the middle of her back. She is normally found wearing some kind of poncho hoodey, and ripped up pants. Not the type to be called a 'hippy', but this normally vegan woman is no stranger to being down in the dirt gardening or working with some of the guys. An out lesbian, Selena has had a harder life, especially with the striking looks that she bears.

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Selena grew up in a rather strange way. Her childhood flashed before her like it was nothing but fun and games, because it was for the most part. Growing up on a reserve made life a blast for someone who had plenty of kids her age nearby, but once she hit the age of 12, she noticed that she was changing, and differently then the other kids. Her father was rarely at home, and her Mother, while attentive, was strict to the tribe's laws and wanted to ensure that Selena grew up to be the best wife she could be to one of the other reservation's men. They very rarely ventured outside of the large park area, but when they did, it was only for a refill of essential items: tools or food that they normally couldn't get. The teenagers were allowed one weekend a month on their own, but it was frowned upon if what happened was discussed.

After turning 15, Selena's father confronted her about her lineage. She was brought deep into the woods, where the elders normally held their meetings, and a whole new world was opened up to her; that of the Garou. She was told she was kinfolk, and that her family would take care of her so as long as she helped the caern. It didn't take long for her to begin fitting in with Garou Society, and each full moon she made sure she could prepare the sacrifice to Gaia, the mother spirit.

At age 18, she was finally allowed to travel with the rest of the teenagers outside of the reservation. She found that the teenagers were a group of Garou that would leave once a month to attempt their Rite of Passage, and while most failed, one or two each month were allowed full entry into Garou society. Being kinfolk, she was going with them to experience life outside of the reservation. They had went to a night club in Toronto during one Saturday evening when Selena bumped into a beautiful older woman, her name was Helena, and immediately they hit it off. After dancing all night, she had begun to romance the young girl, which Selena quickly took to. It didn't take long before they were at the back of the club having their own special moment. Selena and Helena were away from the rest of the group that she had come with, enjoying each other completely, when Selena bit the cool lip of Helena, drawing a little blood. She apologized greatly, but Helena could only smile and continue their session, knowing full well what would happen as the blood continued to flow freely, albeit only a little. When Helena slipped Selena a phone number, she quickly departed from the club, leaving Selena in a bit of a daze.

A few of the Garou had been watching, prickly and on edge. Helena had smelled of Wyrm taint, and as the group got back together, they warned her never to speak to Helena again; she was trouble, and would only lead the young Kinfolk to the dark side of Garou society. They made it back to the reservation where she immediately called the woman; they made a date for the next night.

Selena snuck out to meet Helena at her house; it was a smaller house on the outside, but as you walked in, it was almost a mansion. Something like this wasn't possible, and as the door closed, Helena pounced on the girl, kissing and expressing her feelings in the most physical ways. Selena returned the feeling, it hadn't been long, but it was stronger then anything she ever felt before, when Helena stood, her long black hair falling to her waist from the updo she had. Her body was cold, and that's when Selena's eyes went wide with realization.

"That's why my friends didn't want me seeing you. You're not.....human."
"No, childe, I'm not. Neither are you, and I think we both know the trouble we're in." Helena chuckled as she disrobed, Selena doing the same.
"But, as I'm sure you also know, what we have is stronger, something that could unite the two terrors that we have found ourselves being thrust into. I've been around a very long time and have known many a people that haven't made me feel this way. Become one with me, my childer, know me better then others."
Selena nodded, she wanted to be with this woman so bad, and would do anything for her. Helena took one clawed hand and sliced her wrist, exposing the slow trickle of blood as it ran down her wrist.
"Drink, please, give me the feeling of ecstasy that I want so badly."
Selena took the queue in stride, instantly dropping her mouth to the cut and drinking deep. She felt the grip of the blood instantly in her body, and knew she had to keep going. She felt the wisdom of a hundred years rush into her head, and felt the decades of age that this woman lived course through her veins, they were one, at last.

The night was an amazing flash of love and tantalizing duties to each other. Helena explained what she was, and what it meant for Selena. The young girl had not had her first change, and likely never would now that she was bound to the vampire, but it meant a whole new world had been opened to her. She returned to the reservation the next night to a group of angry elders. They spoke to her, shunning her from the rest of the Garou society, stating that she had endangered them all by coming back with the taint of the Wyrm so strong on her breath. Her aura had been changed, she was no longer welcome, and if she was found with the Vampire, they both would be killed.

Garou were always true to their word.

Weeks later, gallons of blood and vitae transferred between the two lovers, Helena and Selena grew to fully love and embrace each other for what they were at their core; people. Selena would help Helena out during the day, running errands to the library, reaching out to contacts that she needed assistance from, and making sure that everything was good and ready. It was day break, noon in fact, and Selena had just left to pick up some new furnishings for their house. On her return, the door had been marked with their Tribe's sigil; the mark of Gaia. She ran in through the door to find Helena on the ground, gutted and beheaded, and a note written on the table.

"Dearest Selena,

As your father, I regret coming to this choice. Being who you are, what you are, we have spared you because you are kin. If you ever decide to show your face at our reservation, we will treat you as foe. We have not notified other caerns of this decision, so approach them at your own caution. This is your only warning, daughter of mine. Heed the call of the Wyrm, and protect yourself in turn.

Your Father."


Selena broke down crying. She was finally alone.