Klein Adoptables

OOC Name: Xarae
Character Name: Lucretia Maxima Klein (Luce, Max)
Gender: Female (Hamiclar and Iber's second litter)
Design: this one, i love
Appearance: Medium height, Light build
Luce has a base coat of pale grey, like a fine new snow the day after it has fallen. Marbled on top of the grey are fierce strokes of black and white. The colorless girl has sharp yellow eyes, often narrowed in frustration or disbelief. She is on the smaller side for a Klein standing at 33". Due to her difficulties with disordered eating since the the spoiled food and famine in her homeland, Luce has plenty of trouble putting on weight. It is rare to not see her ribs, but she is on the slimmer side of light and it isn't usually obvious on her smaller frame. During downward spirals, her build slips into emaciated. It's easier to conceal in the winter due her full, thick coat. Summertime comes with its own trials: Luce is allergic to plenty of naturally occurring substances; her eyes often stream and paws itch during the spring and summer months (some symptoms may or may not be psychosomatic). She has near-permanent tear stains on her face from these allergies.

While she may look a bit scrappy due to her allergies and poor nutrition, the body beneath all of her idiosyncrasies is well-crafted Klein machine. Her claws are unnaturally long for a wolf and she often has to spend time filing them down - as such, they are far sharper than your average canine nails. Her tail is long and regal, and she has a shapely dished face that was once considered second only to some of her older sisters' features in beauty.
Personality: True Neutral/Chaotic Neutral

Hypochondriac
The results of the famine and resulting spoiled food in the former Klein empire has had a lasting and severe psychological effect on the girl. Since she was so young when it happened, it has defined the rest of her life. Luce refuses to eat anything that hasn't hunted and killed herself, and she is obsessed with healing. She has been known to go on "herb cleanses" after she believes she has eaten "bad meat." Summertime is difficult for her. She is much more likely to lose weight in the summer due to extrapolating her symptoms, fearing she has consumed something bad, and then refusing to eat. Disease/sickness petrify her. Although she is a practiced healer, she has several cleansing rituals that she participates in religiously after treating a patient. Even then, she is sometimes "off" for days after (refusing to eat meat, drinking water to excess to 'purge' the 'illness,' etc).

Self-Sufficient (aka Stubborn)
No one knows what's good for Luce except Luce. She considers herself an exceptionally capable creature - it's everyone else that's foolish, eating whatever they can grab wherever they can get it. Luce firmly believes this sort of careless idiocy is what brought the downfall of her ancestral home. This hot-headed stubbornness has led to her to be an incredibly skilled hunter and healer, but also an absolute pigheaded nightmare. Once she sets her mind to something, it's very difficult to change it. Fellow Kleins have a better shot than others at convincing her, but she'll always go down fighting. Luce is a famously sore loser.

Dedicated to Teaching (aka Proselytizing
Because she believes herself to always be right, Luce loves to share this knowledge with others. In fact, she takes a deep, almost carnal pleasure in arguments. If you want to get her going, just begin what you think is a polite disagreement and watch her go from mild-mannered Klein Princess to slavering, raging contrarian. Luce's opinion is the correct one, second only to a few respected elders (and even then, she has a tendency to be irreverent and rude behind the backs of those who don't agree with her).

Dedicated/Loyal
For the few who have Luce's sworn fealty, she would swiftly and eagerly lay down her life for them. These individuals range across a handful of her siblings - she has always looked up to Hannibal's bastard children, especially for remaining strong in the face of adversity. Her older siblings, regardless of parentage, have all earned her admiration and respect. Luce is still scrappy and ornery with her own littermates.

RP Sample: Her eyes were gummy and itchy from all of the new pollen in the air. It seemed no matter how far she got from the ashes of the empire, they were still gunking up her eyes. Luce grumbled to herself, scrubbing at each eye with a paw. She was careful not to get too close to her corneas with her claws - she'd made that mistake before and had been half-blinded for the better part of a week. In the hazy aftermath of the famine (and disease and death and rot and sick - her pulse quickened at the memory), she had tracked Deathbelle's scent out of the territory.

Once Luce had arrived in Boreas, the trail she'd been following had gone stale. Here and there she caught snatches of Klein, but they always seemed to be stale. Her family were here, but where? And where was here? The female sneezed and sighed, having cleared up her streaming eyes a bit. No matter. If she did her due diligence, they would be reunited soon enough. The Kleins would rise again from the ashes as sure as the sun would keep rising and setting. It was inevitable.

She hadn't eaten in about a week now, and her sunken stomach showed it. Although she had ignored the pain so far, it was a stabbing reprisal today that would not be put to rest until she ate something. How could she trust the food in this new place? She was no fool. Prey animals carried sick and parasites. The thought haunted her, even as she found herself almost unconsciously slipping into a hunting crouch. There - a rabbit was breathing, slowed by the summer eat. It was old. Old means stringy. Poor nutrition. Disease. Trying to force the invasive thoughts out, Luce tracked it with her eyes.

Patience, patience, patience... and she pounced, tearing madly into the creatures flesh. Luce practically ate the thing alive. Her stomach rioted at the new presence of food, and so much - too much - at once. Moments after she finished eating and licked her lips, a combination of mental anguish at having eaten strange food and the unfortunate side effects of gorging herself caused her to vomit everything she'd eaten back up. I knew it, she thought, her stomach clenching as bile poured out of her throat, this whole place is dirty.
Plots/Ideas: Join up with Deathbelle, eradicate all illness from the world, come up with a method for removing bacteria from meat, have lots of good arguments, snidely prove everyone in the universe wrong. I want her to be a big component of the Ashen pack.