Marvel


42"
The north star has fallen from the heavens, gifted a lupine form. Derma of startling density and plush softness covers the entirety of her body. Thickest around her neck and down her chest. Picturesque elegance. Crystalline hairs capture the light that lands upon her, casting thousands of tiny rainbows upon her form. Unusual for many wolves but not for her lineage, thick hair grows between her toes to protect per rosy pads from the cold. Svelte body is the very picture of grace and sophistication. A titan in terms of size, she is in fact a delicate creature. Lean bodied and built for speed rather than strength. A long line of hunters has found itself culminating in this descendant. Powerful tendons wrap about infinite limbs, epitomising strength. Massive paws disperse her weight perfectly on snow. Lean neck stretches from her shoulders, strong for such a dainty wolf. Perched atop that neck is a chiselled crown. Tall and sculpted auds, filled to the brim with thick fur. Cheekbones sharp as daggers draw the eye to her face. The hint of mortality was lent to this stellar creature in her bobbed tail, forcibly removed in her youth. Drained of pigment, the unique condition of albinism has claimed the star. Hollow hairs carry no colour at all. All but a splash of colour across her left cheek, dove grey extending down her cheek and along her muzzle. It crosses over her left eye as well. Heterochromatic optics are gifted only through a freak occurrence of nature. Right eye, drained of all colouring, is a rosy shade of ruby. The left is the typical Lunashka shade of mercury- pale silver. Low and husky vocals leave her hard to box in. Tones vary between her moods; higher pitched when uncomfortable, and lower when she is content. This paints different pictures for different encounters. A heavy Russian accent is a burr in her throat, evident in everything she says. In the autumn of year 10, Divo acquired a pair of emerald green feathers in her Rite of Rebirth. They are worn in the fur in front of her left ear, hanging along her cheek and ending near her jaw. DEE- voe SVET- ah Loon- ASH- kuh MOHR-neng-stahr / MAHR- vuhl |
Shy: A soft spoken creature, she is not often found in a large crowd. Interacting with others takes her some time. Often she is interpreted as awkward, which is not an incorrect assumption. Dreamer: The world is full of possibilities, and she loves to imagine it all. From childhood onward, she is almost always full of ideas and plans. Whether they are good or not is another question entirely. This also leads her to be quite the inventive creature, frequently coming up with strange little creations here and there. Chivalrous: Always well mannered, she has learned the art of politeness through extensive teaching from her mother and her mentor. Allow others to walk in front of you where necessary, offer the first bite of a meal to your hunting partner, and the like. Crude: Somehow Marvel learned bad words. A lot of them. When there is no sign of authority, she will use them with reckless abandon. Cursing and going into vulgar details, Marvel is not for the faint of heart. In fact, she is quite creative with her atrocious language. Inventive, even. Descriptions of gore and violence spill easily from her jaws. Dislikes Authority: Bossing Marvel around it a tricky task. Generally, only her mother can manage anything remotely close to it. She tends to ignore the warnings of leaders, and outright question them more often than not. When something is fishy, she's going to call it out. Fuck the system, right? Opinionated: Marvel has thoughts in her head. A lot of them. Many of which pertain to the world and its many workings. She loves to share them. Possibly a bit too much. Loudly. This annoys pretty much everyone around her, more often than not. However, disagreeing with her is more likely to provoke an extension of whatever tirade she's launched into.
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