Sloane stands at 5'6, and weighs in at 125. Although she may seem small, her small frame allows her to be quick, and can escape almost any situation. Her long hair is dyed blue, matches her large light blue eyes that could seem extremely innocent. But think otherwise. She has years worth hunting training, and has trained herself to be able to take down any prey on her own. And although she may not look very intimidating, she could take down 3 muscular human males in a matter of minutes. But back on her physical looks, Sloane could care less how people thinks she looks. Her tattoos can be seen when she wears lighter clothing. She bears the mark of an outcast, making her unsuitable for pack life. Standing at a mere 5'8, and weighing in at 190, Sloane's wolf also bears a smaller frame. Her pure white pelt matches her natural hair color, and her eyes are hazel. Scars from various hunting and rogue attacking incidents are visable through her thin pelt. A very noticeable scar is the one running the length of her muzzle. She earned this when she was outcast from her birth pack. Although this bothers her when other wolves see it, she tries not to notice the bright pink scar. Sloane has a very carefree, wild personality. At first look, she could be seen as an emo wanna-be. But honestly, can't a girl just enjoy ukulele screamo and dyed hair? Either way, Sloane loves to get in trouble and start fights. Mostly because she knows she will win when it's against humans. Although she tends to stay away from males, her past scaring her. And when it comes to male lycans, Sloane tends to panic, and does anything in her power to stay away from the male. She's afraid to meet her mate for this reason. Sloane had a simple childhood. She was born to the omegas of the pack, which explains her rather small build. Even so, they still loved her. The alpha of the pack though, hated the omegas, and killed them in front of young Sloane's eyes. Sloane took their place as omega, but was never the same. For 150 years, the she-wolf was trampled on, and abused, and even raped. She always hoped her mate would come and save her, but that never happened. One day, Sloane was brave enough to block the alpha's punch. Infuriated, he attacked her, pushing her to the brink of death. After she somewhat recovered, the alpha brought her in front of the pack in her wolf form, and created the scar across her muzzle, declaring her an outcast. She was also forced to get a tatto in human form, letting every other pack know she was an outcast, making it less likely she would ever be accepted into a pack. Sloane ran as far away as she could, and lived her life as a rogue. Over the next 200 or so years, Sloane trained herself to hunt and survive, until she came across a small city. She took refuge there, and has since let loose, and begun to leave the life the way she wanted to.