Ignis Mystery Litter! [CLOSED]

OOC Name: NachoMumma
Character Name: Astoreth/Astarte Praetor
Design:
Appearance:

Height: 18”, Build: Medium, Mutation: Ram horns

A runt from the start and sporting only half a tail, the rust coated ball of fuzz never really seems to grow into her full potential. At first it will appear as though she has bumped her head as her horns begin to emerge,  eventually growing and curling to sit down along either side of her face by the time she reaches 6 months of age. Her coat is laced with rich russet and red undertones that blaze in the sun, only muted by a few patches of dark guard hairs. Puppy blue eyes will deepen and darken to a rich purple, that almost shine pink in the light of the sun. Her vision is hindered as a result, and the girl thrives on overcast days and under the cover of night, (embracing her namesakes association with the evening star). White splashes her legs and undersides, marking clear spectacled outlines along her cheeks and under her eyes. As if to make up for her diminutive size, she moves with grace and a purposeful stride. After all, a princesses work is never done.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personality:

~Love and War~

dedicated (to self), driven (to further own advancement), vengeful, covetous, hedonistic

Every emotion the girl feels, she feels with all of her being, running hot one minute, and cold the next. Her affection is a fickle thing, fleeting like the moments between twilight and nightfall. Her anger is explosive, though often forgotten once the words have left her mouth at all. One could say she has a chip on her shoulder in regards to her height, but if so it has only driven her to strive in her fighting studies so that she might overcome any future challenges faced. The girl is a hedonist, seeking pleasure and avoiding suffering wherever possible. She takes what she wants, when she wants it, and discards it when it no longer brings her joy. She is not a creature for grand titles or high position, though she may seek the benefits that come with such a role. The girl is unreliable, and places none so high in regard as she does herself.

Brief RP Sample: (18 months - 2yrs)

The Praetor shook her heavy horned head. Sometimes she felt sure she looked utterly ridiculous, a tiny frame supporting such a crown... Then again, maybe her head was made to wear it. She bowed down, vertebrae cracking in her neck and spine satisfactorily as she stretched, indigo eyes squinting against the last rays of the day. Soon it would be dark enough to venture out, but until then, well she might as well clean her den. A leg shot back sharply, connecting with the ribs of... did it matter? Her eyes rolled and she barely glanced long enough to register the colour of the other wolfs coat, never mind if it was a man or a woman... “Leave me.” Her voice brokered no argument, and left no question as to just how much regard she gave to used up toys... An ear didn’t even turn to catch the rustling sound that would indicate the other leaving. With any luck, it was one that knew the routine by now. She was in no mood to train another pet right now.

Her company forgotten, her red head tilted, as if straining to hear something just beyond earshot and a lop-sided smile tugged at the edge of her lips. Yes, her body seemed to scream, while no words at all left her lips. A small tune left her throat in a hum as she stepped out into the cooling night air. Yes.

Anything else?: may develop bipolar/schizophrenia down the track but it won’t become evident until she is at least a year old.