Reomi, the Aasimar Bloodhunter (Order of the Lycan)

At Reomi's first ever order meeting, she couldn't help but notice how different she looked to everyone else here. Everywhere she looked, it was scars and darkness and angst... and then there she was, dressed in the cutest dress she had. It just so happened to be all-white, which was terribly off-setting to the black atmosphere.

At one point in the meeting, all the new initiates (including her) were called up and told to explain to the order why they wished to join such an intense pact, to become a werewolf and bare that curse for their lives.

One by one, they all explained their reasoning for joining, each one more intense than the other.

Then, at the end of the line stood Reomi, and she realized that she did have to explain the predicament that got her here.

"Uh, well... hello, I'm Reomi, I'm an aasimar, and I want to become part of the Order of the Lycan because... this is kinda embarrassing to admit on stage like this, but I really wanna be able to understand how my dogs feel when I pet them and call them good girls and boys. And I thought, hey, why not become a werewolf? So I can understand them?"

The whole area burst out in laughter for what felt like a solid minute before the leader shut them all up with a harsh glare.

The leader slowly started, "...Well, clearly, this girl-"

"Woman- I'm 29 years old!" Sure, she knew she had a baby face, but she didn't think it was that bad.

"...woman. Clearly, this woman is devoted to her goals of understanding her own pack, and she did pledge to not use this power for express evil, so... I say we give her the curse she came here to get."

Everyone solemnly nodded, as if nothing happened a few moments earlier and they were always this serious about their initiates.

And with that, Reomi was given the "curse" of lycanthropy.

Now, she could transform into a cute-as-hell dog whenever she wanted, and she finally learnt how it felt to be pet and praised for existing.

She'd call it a win-win situation.