Adravendi-Mathias Litter #1

Amalia Jayne Adravendi-Mathias

Female, second born

Appearance:

Amalia is a divine little creature, her looks deriving more from her mother's side than her father's, though her father shows up more in other parts of this little princess's anatomy. Her base coat is a soft cream, much like her mother's, some dips of ivory mixed into it, giving her coat almost dual-colored quality, much like raven's black feathers look blue in the right light. This soft creamy color dominates most of her body, but it isn't the only color that makes up her coat. A russet, almost clay-shaded color covers her entire face, spanning just below her neckline before it dissolves into the cream. It's a very startling, vibrant hue, much like the coloring on her mother's right ear, though it lack's the brilliance of her father's russet pelt. To top off her trio of colors, the little princess's left front paw is completely bathed in obsidian, the only other marking marring her mostly cream body. She peers out into the new world with crystal sapphire gems, the same eyes her mother used to look upon her the day she was born. She will be of a large build, about 35 to 36 inches when fully grown(perhaps smaller, not sure, most of my wolves are large) and she will have a very toned and well-built frame. Very powerful, yet elegant, she will posses a hidden strength beneath her beautiful coat, a strength only seen when provoked, but otherwise she will keep a perfect princess appearance.




Personality:

In general, little Amalia takes after both her parents in aspects of her personality. In regards to her mother, she is a lot like her in terms of her behavior towards others. The little princess is a rather serious little girl, preferring to sit around and observe rather than actually participating in the rounds of play with her siblings. She isn't one to wear her heart on her shoulder, but instead keep her heart well hidden, only bringing it out around her dearest friends and of course family. She might appear standoffish upon first meeting, but that is only because she tries her best to keep up the princess appearance. She often times follows her mother around, watching her interactions with other pack members or with rogues looking to join the pack. She uses her mother as her example and strives to be just like her, in regards to her interactions with others. Although a rather quiet and reserved child, she takes after her father in regards to friendships and relationships with other wolves. If you gain her trust (which isn't too hard now, since she still is a na?ve little pup) and manage to befriend her, then you got yourself a friend for life. And once you make her your friend, you get to see the true Amalia beneath her carefully constructed princess mask. She will be a curious little child, wanting to figure everything and anything out, which will probably lead her into some problems with disobedience, but nothing to serious. As she becomes older, her own personality will begin to develop and it will be seen that the young Adravendi-Mathias can be a bit of a stubborn one once she becomes attached to a particular idea. Her parents can tell her everything and anything, but once she has made her mind up about something, whether it be an opinion of something or of someone, it's terribly hard to dissuade the child. Not only that, but she will have a bit of a temper, much like her father. Though, she won't be much a hot-head, more composed and level-headed like her mother, but if you push her hard enough to get her to break, then you are going to wish you would've pissed someone else off. She is fiercely loyal to those in her family and those who are able to call themselves her friends. She is quite the helpful little lady, putting herself out there to help whoever she can, not seeing herself above anyone, allowing her to help anyone that she crosses paths with.




Rp sample:

It was just another day in Seracia. Amalia and her siblings -mostly her siblings anyway- were roughhousing for the day, relaxing really, tousling and tumbling out around the den, their parents spaced around the trio, quietly observing them. Amalia lied between her mother's russet and ivory paws, her own little creamy and obsidian paws tossed over her mother's left forepaw, her tail lazily draped over the right one. Epiphron had tried to convince her second eldest daughter to go ahead and join the game with her other two siblings, but the young princess had denied the invitation time and time again. Roughhousing with her siblings didn't look like very much fun. She had no wish to roll around in the dirt or risk getting her ear bitten off, it was no way for a princess to act. Though she could feel the pull of her little pup instincts wanting her to join in the play session with her littermates, the young princess denied her instincts, preferring to lay in the comfort of her mother's embrace and simply watch. She could learn a lot from watching her siblings, though the young girl was aware that the real learning came from actual experience. Her mother had told her as much several times in response to her denials of joining the game.



Boredom began setting in. It was quite fun to watch her siblings tousle, but she needed something more interesting. She wanted to go out and explore, but there was no way that she would be able to go out alone. Her parents prohibited her from going out alone, but whenever she got the opportunity, the young dame set out about her home, wanting to learn everything she could about it. That's what she should've been doing now, instead of just lying with her mother. Her boredom was mostly her fault, since she chose not to play, but it wasn't stimulating enough for her. She needed something else. Just as she began to think that this was how she was going to spend the rest of her day, an unfamiliar call rang out across Seracia, catching the family's attention. Tiny limbs unscrambled from beneath the creamy babe, bringing her to stand before her mother, russet ears perked up with interest as she listened to the stranger's call. They were calling for her parents. Did they want to join? Sapphire gems flickered to her mother's identical ones, little plume wagging excitedly behind her. Momma, can I go with you? Please? I wanna help you. Her mother rose to her own paws, dwarfing her young daughter she glanced towards Maverick, gaining an approving nod from the russet man. Alright dear, you can tag along. A smile broke across the youth's face as she reached up to kiss her mother's nose, her own version of a thanks, Epiphron nuzzling her daughter in return before setting off, the little dame tagging alone behind her, almost an identical match were it not for her odd paw and darker head.


The pair jogged along at a steady pace, excitement rolling through Amalia's little body. This was the first time she was getting to see mother handle a stranger at the borders and she curious to see how the process went. It wasn't long before sapphire pools spotted a dark figure up ahead, much larger than her or her mother, the foreigner's scent giving away the fact that he was male. Quickly, the little princess wiped her fa?ade clean of any emotion, lifting her russet head to its full height, creamy plume curling over her hips, her stride becoming more confident and purposeful, mimicking her mother's as they approached the dark stranger. Her mother spoke up, introducing herself as Epiphron Adravendi Mathias before glancing down towards her daughter, introducing her as well. Amalia glance up towards her mother before turning to meet the stranger's gaze, dipping her little crown the same way she'd seen her mother do, though no words left the princess's jaws as her mother began addressing the man once again. Attention was undivided to the exchange between her mother and the stranger, listening as he was questioned for his motives and asked about what kind of skill sets he possessed. She wasn't sure what exactly all those questions were for, but she guessed it was to see if he was a good enough wolf to live in Seracia. The exchange only lasted a few minutes and before her mother made her decision, she turned towards her second eldest daughter. Amalia, do you think he's a good wolf to live in Seracia? Gaze flickered to the strange man, taking in his large stature, mentally trying to assess everything she'd heard. I think so Momma. came her quiet reply, looking back to her mother for approval. The ivory woman smiled, turning back to the man to congratulate him fro having joined, offering up her help were he to need any assistance settling in. And with the mother-daughter pair set off, bidding the new Seracian man goodbye, Epiphron proud that her daughter was so willing to learn what it took to be someone of royalty.





Future Plans:

Have her train under her parents, to be shown how to properly handle the status of being a royal. Might consider getting her into some love troubles like her parents, would be fun to repeat the past all over again. Possibly might be one to send off to secure an alliance like her mother? Somewhere along those lines is what I'm thinking.