Daisy is a beautiful Bone Gnawer Kinfolk whose skill at networking is matched only by her ability to make other tribes question the merits of Pure Breed. Her overprotective Pa has made it difficult for anyone to get too close to her, though rumors abound of a certain reckless idiot taking bird shot and some time stuck in a bear trap to win her favor.

She's a backwoods kind of girl, of Hillfolk extraction, and has inherited her father's penchant for cooking. For all her adherence to ladylike mores of another time, she is quite capable of drinking hefty men under the table and willing to haul off and punch someone if they've earned it. Including trueborn Garou.

Stubborn, a bit jealous, and occasionally unwisely interested in bad boys, when push comes to shove, she rallies the Barking Chain and supports the efforts of the Nation.

Description

She shouldn’t have been a Bonegnawer not with the face of an Angel. Perhaps, this was one of Gaia’s little tricks. Her angelic features were symmetry in feminine perfection from wide blue eyes fringed with dark lashes to plush lips prone to smiling. Her pretty face hid no deviation of the soul for indeed she was a kind and gentle girl with innate grace and intrinsic goodness. She was perhaps gullible in her belief in the human soul leading her to trust those she oughtn’t and her loyalty was without question. She was of moderate height and rounded like a cola bottle in the hips and breasts with a smooth stomach and supple thighs often downplayed by her wardrobe consisting mostly of jeans, tee-shirts, and hoodies. The girl-next-door image manifests in an ability to hold her liquor with the best of them a right hook that is something to write home about. When she speaks it is with a Southern twang clear like a mountain brook and smooth like warm bourbon sweetened with molasses. Her intelligence is often overlooked and her stubborn will defiant and determined to thrive.