For as long as she could remember, her answer to that had always been some smile, a look granted from the eyes that were almost hazel - some myriad concoction of amber, green, tan, and brown, or even something that combined all of the above into a gazing expression that could only be warranted as dangerous.
Mother was a Fury, her blood passed down into her daughter. Father was an Ahroun just passing through.
She never knew either. She never knew if her mother survived the birth, or just what Rage her father had pumped into her veins. Her "mothers" were the sisters in Haiti's local sept - members from the Order of the Merciful Mother. To the sheep, they were missionaries sent to the country in need, teaching the Mother's ways to the women and children oppressed by the Patriarch's faith and civil unrest with the Dominican Republic. They used the power of faith to convert and teach without an outward sign of meddling, for they also included an underhanded method which spread Gaia's fertile seeds into the minds of the locals. They used the roads already lain to guide them towards strength.
They used Voodoo.
Half seems to be a mix of French and Spanish Haitian, the rest what seems Scandanavian (something must have given her that towering height), the little metis Philodox grew up and grew strong. There was nothing eventful about her first change. Nor were there any horror stories of abuse or assault that triggered seething Rage. Lonliness. Devotion. Faith. Yoruba.
She learned the ways of the Order. She learned the ways of the native magic. She learned the ways of the Furies.
By the time she entered the last quarter of her teenage years, she had learned the way of another kuklo - the Bacchantes.
At first she knew mercy and compassion. Now she learned of the Mother's wrath. Woman the destroyer. Woman the primal killing beast. She learned of Kali, Lillith, Pele, Tiamat - though none could compare to her beloved Oya. She learned how to add a channel of the Mother's wrath to her compassion through wild rites on the midnight moon-bathed beaches of her home island. It made her dangerous to others, frightening. The Sisters did not think much that she never seemed to seek pleasure in boys, and they excused her strong personality for the reason she never got close to any girls, either.
It was the Maenads that brought her to America. She earned her deed name in a Louisiana raid, standing beside the pack but not yet one of them. Voodoo. Then she split from the women warriors, and made her own way towards the west. Exploring, fighting, and learning. At some point she found herself in various places throughout Texas, then further west towards Arizona - Pheonix.
Then she found herself leading a pack of freakshow misfits brought together by a Rite of the Pizza in one of the best Chinese resturaunts in the city. Blister the Ahroun. BurgerWrapper the Theurge. Then Moira and Eva Marie joined up. And now they're leaving their desert heat home and heading to New Jersey during one of the worst winter storms in history. Just because Burger insisted that the spirits insisted they go to Atlantic City. Now.
So far, the Fury is not very impressed.
* Oya is the stately Amazon goddess of the wind, fire and the thunderbolt. She represents the Winds of Change. As the female warrior of the Yoruba pantheon, she represents female power. She is strong, assertive, courageous and independent and is always willing to take risks. When she is enraged, she can create tornadoes and hurricanes, but these also happened when she is ready to make changes. Oya is a great witch and the guardian of the gates of death. She is invoked when there are serious illness or when transformation is necessary. As the wind, Oya symbolizes the first breath and the last. She is power and action in the face of Chaos. She is leadership and persuasive charm.
People place buffalo horn, wine and goat meat on her alter. Wednesday is her holy day when her worshippers wear dark red beads to please her. Oya sometimes dances with her arms outstretched to ward off ghosts, her robe adorned with spirals to symbolize the spiraling, interconnected energies of nature and the whirlwind power of her tornados.