medusa x deteste

I caved today and made an app because she just came to me and yeah .__.

Pup: Female 1
Name: Callisto

Description: Callisto is, naturally, a lovely thing to look at. For the most part taking after both parents, the main color upon her body is black. It is a deep pitch, not colored with the lovely blue tinge that her father possesses but a flat, shadowy color that gives her torso a wraith-like quality and seems to cause her upper body to blend seamlessly from head to tail. This ghostly appearance is only enhanced by the lighter, dull grey of her legs, acting as thin, graceful stilts upon which her mass sits, giving the effect that her body can glide around effortlessly over a blurry shadow of swift paws. Where the grey and black meet, at the very tops of her legs near the joints, the colors blend in a series of dappled prints, each color awkwardly transitioning into the other. This same dappled appearance adorns her face, running in twin lines upon each cheek just below her eyes, each of which are lined just below with a thin, smooth strip of the same grey color. The insides of her large, rather rounded ears are this color as well, completing the black and grey appearance she possesses. The only quality about her to break up the simple coloration, though perhaps adding to her ethereal beauty, are her faint blue eyes, a lighter, almost silver-tinged shade that is all her own and unseen among her siblings, though reminiscent of her mother.

In shape, she has taken a little bit from both parents. From her mother, she has her height, evening out surprisingly to stand about level with Medusa if not a half inch taller depending on whether she is straightened to her full height. Callisto does not possess the obviously sensual curves associated with her gender, but sports an angular frame, edged as opposed to soft. Her overall physique is more similar to that of her father, more of her mass sitting toward her front and in her chest while thinning toward her hips, tapering away to make her legs somewhat awkwardly lean and spindly. Her fur is not particularly thick and sits smoothly across her body, and her tail is only slightly more fluffy than the rest of her.

Personality: In contrast to her parents and siblings, Callisto has begun to develop a personality all her own, and a rather disagreeable one at that. While her family tends to be very close, physically at least, to each other and their pack, she much prefers her distance. Personal space and privacy are very important to her and are necessary in order to keep her mood somewhere in the range of happy or content. This often puts her on bad terms with those who would happily bestow an affectionate nuzzle or lick upon her, but she tends to be very adamant about it, making certain exceptions for her parents.

As well, she lacks the drive the Madame and Master have toward power and authority. While her family seems to enjoy leading their pack and acting as guides for those under their figurative roof, Callisto would rather have no part in it. She does not want to play the diplomat, to have to go out of her way to speak to those that she may or may not get along with in a friendly manner with some hidden agenda in mind. It is not her forte. More than likely she would ruin any such endeavors with her honest and rather blunt tongue that tends to have an adverse effect on those she uses it on. It often puts her on poor terms with those of a soft heart incapable of taking criticism or a brutal truth, but she knows no other way.

In contrast to her personal preference of remaining away from others, she has taken a curious interest in the arts of healing and the knowledge of medicinal plants. The science of it fascinates her, and it is perhaps the single time she would willingly get close to another in order to learn more about it and experiment or treat another. Do not expect her to willingly become a medic and kindly tend to the sick and wounded, however. She still has little patience for those that she meets, and a whiny patient is liable to earn her ire with a snappy retort or possibly even lose themselves her treatment entirely. She is picky about what she does and who she interacts with, and with her brutal honesty is not at all above denying someone treatment if she cannot stand being in their presence.

For those who can stand her honesty and respect her need for personal space, she may allow them her company, though always at a distance. She is a woman of action, even if they may not always be the actions that will benefit the whole or even herself. Curiosity drives her to visit new places, to learn of the plant life first hand, and a silent companion who knows better than to get underfoot might be lucky enough the receive the honor of tagging along. She has little use for friends, unfortunately, though others who share her interest might become a sort of peer to her that she can compare notes with and possibly even learn from. Love is not exactly a plan at the moment, though considering her tendency to remain distant it seems obvious why. This is not to say she wouldn't take an interest in anyone, or feel a jealous sting if a crush were to perhaps show affection toward another or vise versa, but any relationship would likely take second place to her work, whatever it may be at the time.

Overall, however, this picky woman only wishes to lead a life all her own. She longs for privacy to be free to her own devices without the interference or judgment of others and where her blunt tongue can harm no sensitive hearts. She longs for everyone to quit comparing her to her siblings and parents since she knows she is different from them all and will never take up the responsibility of the pack or any of its members. Mostly, Callisto wishes for quietness, a simple space of her own to retreat to and get away from everyone else to simply feel comfortable in her own skin.

Plots: Nothing really in mind yet as I typically like to see where things go on their own through IC play, but perhaps have her become an unwilling medic and try to stay within the shadows her family casts as much as possible.

(All of this is written from an adult standpoint; perhaps not the best for a "pup" application but it is where my mind went first and so I sort of blindly followed. As a pup, she's likely to be a milder, cuter version of this and develop more and more into this caste as she ages. Because I chose to write her application as if she was an adult, her sample post will be of her as an adult as well just since I have a feel for this side of her first and foremost.)

Sample: The alcove had been chosen for convenience more than it had been for anything else. It was not very large and so housed very little, but it was nearest to where she typically stayed when she was seeking quiet time away from her pack and family. Eyes of a silvery blue color narrowed gently at the half dried bits of plant that she had tucked away there within the crevice of stone, assessing their condition thus far. Not quite where they would need to be to be of more use, but they were close. In the back of her mind, she recalled the route she had taken to find the plant, trying to bring forth its image with difficulty, but that was no issue really. As far as she could tell, it was common enough, so the necessity of it would never outweigh the supply.

Almost - just almost, she smiled. It was the overall shape of her mouth in that moment that suggested it, a gentle curve that did not noticeably start in the corners and therefore was practically unreadable. This was good. Now if she could just tend that other plant she had been saving, the one that she had heard did wonders when mixed with this one, she was sure to have a nice combination of plants to assist with lessening bodily pains.

A rounded ear twitched minutely as a low rustle of the foliage distracted her from her assessment, its repeat drawing her fully away from the task at hand. Immediately a sense of defensiveness rose within her, hackles just slightly rising as she turned her grey speckled face in the direction she heard the noise coming from. Steps. She was certain without a doubt it was an individual, more than likely one of her pack. They thought themselves comfortable enough to walk where they pleased, but she held a fondness for this location alone and considered it hers and hers alone. If they planned on getting closer to it she would need to interfere to deter their attention elsewhere.

Determinedly, Callisto abandoned her herbal assessment and turned on her heel, moving with a silent, cat-like grace as she slunk through the gaps in the shrubbery and tiptoed around the trees, peering first with caution toward the temporary stranger traipsing around with no care for subtlety. And she could see why. Upon the wolf's left foreleg sat an open wound, one that was causing a distinctive limp and hindering their ability for stealth. It was more irritating than it was anything else. Couldn't these inexperienced hunters and warriors keep themselves in one piece enough not to be bothersome to those around them?

Eyes narrowed slightly as she took in their wound. It was not a very nasty thing but it did cause the skin upon her nose to wrinkle a little as she looked at it. A part of her considered momentarily offering to help the Amenti member in exchange for their quick departure from their current location and a promise to leave her special clearing and alcove alone, but it became obvious that this was a bad idea. As the other drew nearer, Callisto could hear the occasional, unnecessary and irritating whine that would slip through the individual's nose at random intervals, the pain sparking badly enough at times to elicit a noise to express it. And if they were whining already she couldn't imagine what they would do when she finally got around to cleaning and tending to it.

Discreetly, the spindly black and grey she-wolf stepped back, leaning slightly toward the tree nearest to her right shoulder and ducking a little to more fully cover herself in the greenery and shadows that rested just beside them. She waited, listening, as the injured wolf made their whining way along their chosen path and then miraculously bend it away, drawing them deeper toward the section of the territory many of the others chose to gather. All the better. Someone else could tend to that wound and Callisto would be left to her quiet little alcove without further interruption.

Feeling satisfied that the Amenti member had traveled far enough away, she rose from her somewhat crouched position and turned yet again, this time smiling comfortably with a victorious sort of gleam in her eye. Her little sanctuary would be hers alone for another day.