Name: Nascha Kaltain.

Nicknames: N/A Currently. 

Gender: Female. 

Age: Twenty-Three. 

Species: Witch-Werewolf Hybrid. 

Orientation: Pansexual. 

 Affiliation: Between Pack's. ••Currently.•• (Kaltain Coven and Warmheart Pack. ••Formerly.••)

 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 

   Height: 5'2. 

Figure: Slender, Toned Athletic Figure. Curves in Correct Places. 

Hair: Dark Brown - Almost Black. (Black Fur in Wolf Form.)

Eyes: Blue. (Golden in Wolf Form.)

Skin Tone: Creamy Tanned Skin. 

Tattoos/Markings: Small Birthmark in the Shape of two crossed Athame, on her left shoulder. (Symbol of The Kaltain Bloodline.)

  𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙

Magic has always run heavy in the Kaltain Bloodline, but none are more naturally gifted than Nascha Kaltain. Technically the sole survivor of a witch hunt that wiped out her entire coven, Nascha has a secret, one that quite possibly saved her life. She's not entirely a witch. Whether or not it was widely known amongst the coven, her mother fell in love with a stranger. A man just passing through. One that was later discovered to be a lone wolf, always on the move, never settling in one place as per pack law. 

None of this had mattered to Nascha's mother, love was love. It didn't matter what you were. But the elders of the coven had been fearful of what a witch could do if she also had the savagery of a wolf on her side. They decided simply not to find out. Nascha was never told about her dual heritage, whenever she asked whom her father was her mother would reply with the same thing: Just a stranger who was passing through. 

She'd heard the wistfulness in her mother's tone and come to the conclusion that she'd wished that he'd stayed, that she missed him. But other than that she didn't question the story told to her. 

Nascha was discovered to be naturally talented, magic came easy to her in a wide range of different applications. From defensive to offensive, healing and nurturing. She could do it all. Might have even continued to believe she was nothing more than an extraordinarily talented witch if not for the witch hunters that rolled into town. 

One by one her loved ones were rounded up, judged and condemned to death. Burned alive. Because witch hunters it turned out were barbaric. When they came for Nascha's mother, the young witch was overcome with fury. The likes of which she'd never felt before. That fury triggered her first Change. The hunters hadn't been expecting a werewolf, they were severely outmatched and whilst it hadn't been enough to save her mother, it did spare her the flames. 

In anguish, she fled the one place that she'd always called home. A sorrowful howl rending the air. For days she couldn't figure out how to shift back and once she did, she couldn't figure out where to go next. It was then that she met Eris, the werewolf whom took her in and explained her more wolven nature to her. Everything she'd never been told.

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙 

Since that fateful day, for a time she'd found her place amongst Eris' pack, the Warmheart Pack. Not only as a loyal follower of her new Alpha, whom she has a hefty dose of affection and respect for, but also as an added layer of security for her new family. The magic she'd learned during her days with her coven being lent towards magical wards which protect the hotel her new family resides within. That isn't to say she doesn't still miss her mother, her grandmother, the rest of the witches of her late coven, she does. Every day. Even on days she resents them for lying to her, for keeping from her an entire half of who she was. 

She sometimes catches herself wondering about her father too, who was it? Is he still alive? Would he want anything to do with her even if he was? These were questions that she often asked herself and just as often dismissed. It didn't do to dwell on those thoughts. It wasn't likely she was ever going to meet the man. 

Besides, she had far more interesting things to wonder about. Like, whilst watching her packmates each pair up, some bringing youngsters into the world, catching herself wondering. Wondering if she would remain the only wolf whom didn't have a mate...not even a prospective one. 

Of course some things are not meant to last, her place amongst the Warmheart Pack ended up being only a temporary one and so she wanders, searching for a true place to belong. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔰 - 𝔑𝔓ℭ𝔰.

(Note: Inclusion of these NPCs very much depends on the thread. In most Nascha is unaware that anyone survived the massacre.) 

While she's always assumed that the massacre wiped out her entire coven; Nascha has always held onto a fervent hope that some had survived. It's a secret hope—one she'd never shared; not with Eris or anyone from her former pack. 

Eventually that hope ends up being proven true when she finally discovers the existence of Tieran, Esla and Asha—two distant cousins and their older somewhat aloof guardian. They too had believed themselves to be the only ones. 

Before the fall of the coven; Tieran had been an enforcer—a witch known most famously for battle magic; as such the feel and aura of his magic is steady and sharp; like a honed blade. 

Younger; and much more brash and impetuous—with a vicious protective streak when it comes to her sister; Esla's magic coils and snaps like serpents roiling about her person—volatile but powerful. 

Which leaves Asha; the youngest of the trio—soft spoken; shy but friendly—Asha's  magic feels warm; like a hug on a cool day. 

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Nascha and Legacy. ••On Hold.••

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Nascha and Malphas. ••Threads.••

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