Abraxas Puppy
Name: Ardat Lili Abraxas (To family, Lili or Ala, to all others Ardat)
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Design: Design 8
Appearance: Lilac, lavender, sand, cream and ash. The colors that shine upon this girls' pelt is anything but spectacular. Cream lace portions of her back, slash from her rear to her underside before hitting the base of her stomach. A tuft of chest fur, almost asterisk-shaped, is also cream. The rest of her body is laced in altering shades of lilac, lavender, sand, and ash. Most noticeable to her appearance is the star of pure cream on her forehead, like a beacon of light drawing ones' eyes into her. To any onlooker, this poison princess would merely be your average slightly smaller than medium sized wolf, with minty green eyes. Though, these beautiful orbs are usually as sharp as knives, and will send daggers into any who cross her, or her extensive family. Sugar and spice and everything nice; what else would anyone use to describe a flower as delicate as this? Only Ardat Lili Abraxas is anything but a delicate flower.
At first glance, the pup is anything but special; lengthy wobbly limbs, all skin and bones, and above all else she’s rather clumsy. Like all other puppies, Ardat will grow into her size and stride. She will be slim, slender, and built for speed and endurance, not entirely brute force. Of course, not all situations need to be handled with force and attack strength. With pride, the princess will walk with a purpose across the ground, almost gliding. Each step is assertive, and each move is fluid. Every glance is calm, and assertive; the windows to this soul are icy and cool. Upon this predator’s face is no expression, at least not usually. One could say she's brutally honest, diligent, and above all else, she respects and upholds family and traditions.
Personality: Ardat is a challenge, that’s to say the least. This lass takes after her mother for the most part, her beauty is in the eye, but her strength lies deeper than the skin. Given her upbringing, focused mainly on being a diety above all else in the world, the female is rather odd. No, she’s not sunshine and rainbows, still far from that chapter of life, but she’s more refined in a dignified sense, not really an entitled sense. From the start, it’s obvious to all that the child is respectful; to elders, to kin, to any of those that are deemed worthy to her and her family name. Speaking when spoken to, obeying orders from those in higher ranks like a true subordinate, and maintaining a sense of dignity. Though not vain the girl is prideful, and rightfully so, I mean how can one be a god among men and not feel pride?
A rather quiet girl, so the voice is not what carries her, what some would call “arrogance,” it’s the way she holds herself and regards others. Generally, her expression is that of either blankness or distaste, usually the latter when dealing with anyone but family. Her head is held high, stance that of a statue, and her ears are constantly attuned to the world around her. Unless it’s someone of importance, Ardat is likely to maintain a regal stature. Like the rest of her family, she puts herself, and her family, on a pedestal of the highest honor, merit, and attention. Nothing comes between the blood in her veins and the blood of her kin, and for this one can sense the shrewd nature and self-importance that all others in her family have. Ardat rarely interacts with others, and when she does, it’s merely out of the gain she could acquire for herself, or for family.
Craft is her secret weapon, and it may not seem like an art that can be mastered by one so… serious. Knowing her strengths is part of what makes Ardat so dangerous, and as she grows she’ll learn that her skills as a hunter and fighter will fail compared to her other assets. While she is not big, or the strength of any operation, she does have brains, and her knowledge will carry a certain power. No, she’s not any sort of mind reader, or other silly method, Ardat is simply unnerving. To others, the cold demeanor and blank stare will open doors of interrogation that others cannot fathom. To be uncomfortable to others, is her gain, her power, but it’s not for everyone, or everything. Silence, can be deafening.
Above all else, Ardat is one of observation, watching, absorbing, and assessing all situations. In this sense, she can go by in life almost unnoticed or undetected. She’s got an uncanny knack for being able to bring out the truth, because who wouldn’t be uncomfortable by someone just staring at you as you weave a story, not moving, barely blinking, and completely silent? The wolf, even at a young age, can read others rather well, mainly because she doesn’t waste time with meager things. She goes for the meat of any situation, but with a bit of taste and flare. Brute force can only get one so far, but art can get anyone into any situation they desire.
Unknowingly to the child, she takes but one aspect of her core self from her father; lawful neutral. Despite being an Abraxas child, Ardat is far from your average self-absorbed idol, she is the gavel and the scale. The voice of lawfulness and all that follows; she is the truth bringer, and the one to sentence all others for their crimes and pay their dues. To live under the gods, is to repent for ones' actions. Her cold and calculated demeanor plays quite well into the enforcer roll, with all senses attune to the ways of the Abraxas brood. As she grows, the girl will be all but devoted to her family, her core and self will be bent around the will of those closest to her. For this, and this alone, she’s an excellent pawn in any scheme; fly under the radar, and be the voice of justice.
Plans: Hmm... Ardat for me seems like a background character that has a lot of potential. She could assist in the taking over of a pack or the creation of a pack for being the ultimate decider of ones' fate. Obviously she's not one for fighting, her demeanor is not that of a killer or fighter, but paired with a sibling or relative who excels in brute strength... they could be unstoppable. Visually, I see Ardat seeing herself as part of the family, but also a third party viewer that is sent from the heavens to be the voice of Abraxas law. She's the deciding factor (in her mind) sent to weed out the liars and provide them with their repentance, after all... The family is essentially a deity.
RP Sample: Morning light fell upon the dirt covered ground, it's warmth touching faint hues of cream fur, whispering the promise of yet another blissful day. Mint eyes opened, and the female's head swiveled into the light. Blinking back the bright for a few moments, a yawn broke her ashen lips and produced a flash of ivory fangs and deep pink tongue. Another glorious morning, The thought crossed her mind as she rose, stretching out like a cat, front claws digging into the earth, before shaking off the dirt from her pelt, It's hard to believe it's been two years already. Breaking from the mouth of her den, the wolf watched the world for a moment, assessing what was going on, or if anything was moving. Birds trilled from their high up nests, flitting to and fro to find the fixings for their nests, or perhaps to hunt for vittles for their newborn brood. The thought of family turned her attention to the ridge, and she tested the air for their scents. It had been a little while since any had passed her domicile, but she could smell the worn path of their travel. Mother was up already, moving away from the dens, perhaps to eat or meet with her brother, but it was not her concern at the moment. Her ears searched for the tones of either of her closest family members, and the calls of any of her extended family before setting off in the opposite direction.
Yesterday, she had stumbled upon a fox den, and was curious to see if her sly friend had been roused by the sunlight. Her feet glided across the forest floor, barely making a sound, tracing a path she had known since she could explore the outside of her mothers' den. It wasn't long before she could see the dirt path leading to the clearing, and her nose picked up a faint smell of another. Slowing, and walking rather dutifully, the wolf was determined to see who it was stalking around her domain, but was also wondering what secrets lie beneath the pelt. Altering her path, Ardat circled the clearing, choosing to come from the woods, to have the advantage, and to determine whether or not this commoner was worth her time or not. The wind was in her favor, a gentle gust in her direction, proving that the wolf was still in the surrounding area, and a female. With a tight line formed on her lips, she strode forward. Pride was the name of this game, and Ardat owned the place with her usual stoic flair.
At first, there was complete silence, and all at once the other turned to face her, teeth bared, fur raised, and eyes wild. Ardat gave a rather harsh stare, with a look of disgust, and strode to the rock plastered in sunlight. She took her seat upon the makeshift throne, and let her tail curl almost to her front paws. From this angle, her mint gaze bore into the startled other, and she was not about to lose. The wolf was dirty, her face and front paws were caked in the earth. In a short span of time, Ardat noticed the fox den was tore to pieces, and the evidence lead to this other. Fortunately, the creature was nowhere to be seen, so the likelihood of her swift-footed companion being dead was rather low. It took but a moment for the other to speak, and her shrill tones did little to interest Ardat. How the young don't seem to learn... She mused silently, eyes upon the other. Though she was young, the wolf also looked to be rather bulky, not one to mess with. This didn't bother Ardat, for she was not interested in physical contact. She was merely cataloging this newcomer, and assessing her. Time would tell if she needed to be reprimanded.
"God, you some kind of freak or something?" The words fell upon virtually deaf ears, for Ardat was growing increasingly bored with this female. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that staring is rude, or was she some kind of freak too?" Her eyes narrowed at a comment toward her mother, and the multi hued female spoke in an icy tone, "It's unwise of you to speak of those you don't know," Her tail flicked back and forth, "It could be deadly for you to insult ones family." The other wolf seemed to falter, for a second, before scoffing and retorting some ill-timed jab. It was not worth her time to waste on this mere fool, and she sighed heavily, turning away from her throne. "Hey! I'm not done with you yet!" Over her shoulder, Ardat spoke, one last sentence before continuing on her way, "No, but I'm finished with you." Her goal now was to attempt to track the fox, and no matter how faint the scent was, Ardat decided chasing this ghost would be more interesting than dealing with someone so ignorant.