Mortis and Halo Litter!

Out-of-Character Name: Virgil!
Character's Name: Wallflower Bishop Fatalis
Adult Height: 25"
Size: Small
Gender: Male
Build: Light
Appearance Description: (I made a tiny change to the eye colour, but I can change it back if needed!)

A painter's mistake. Haphazardly rolled in muted tones of slate blue and steel grey, but not enough to cover up all of that pale porcelain. The majority of his slender physique is shimmering alabaster, each pale strand catching the light like crystal. As though he flopped over in a puddle, his darker markings are relegated to the left half of his body. Wallflower's left hind leg is slate, stretching from the top of his hip to the tips of his toes. The hues bleed from the downy fluff at the back of his thigh and down his tail, leaving a lopsided band around the lower half of his tail and an ivory furred taltip. The faintest hint of a grey-black stocking climbs up the lower portion of his darkened hind limb, but peters out at the ankle. Scattered across his left flank are a few streaks of muted slate, they dance over his ribs and shoulder and neck in a half-assed attempt at feathery stripes fanning out from the slate blue that swallows his forelegs. His chest and throat are thoroughly saturated, all the way down to the toes of his front paws. Around his elbows, there's a hint of ivory that could be explained away as a trick of the light, unless it's already dark out. Yet again, Wallflower's paws are dipped in steel grey, but only the paws this time.

The real artistry of his markings lies in his face, where the edges of his markings start to soften up as they reach his brow. His whole left cheek is stained blue-grey, all the way down to his whiskers, where the fabled painter seems to have lost interest and left the end of his muzzle bone white. From cheek fluff to brow-point to the very end of his left ear, his face is distinctly Fatalis-coded- right down to the thin slashes of white that cross over his eye. Those eyes are striking all on their own, a soft periwinkle hue that seems to shift its shade with the changing of the light.

Wallflower befits his name, he's a delicate little thing. A fine featured and elegant creature, meant to be admired. Everything about him is dainty, down to the elegant swoop of his cheekbones and the curve of his ribs through his plush coat. If he were a far-weather wolf, he might be called angular. However, an inheritance in the form of a thick coat has softened the harshest of his edges and leaves him looking positively cuddly. Wallflower looks like he would fit nicely in someone's pocket, kept safe against their heart like a precious stone.

Personality:
Soft-Hearted: at his core, he can't bear the cruelty of the world. Wallflower is brimming with love that he wants to share, and he wants only to see those around him find happiness. The waif finds a great deal of his own joys in helping others, and ensuring everyone is well cared for. It's a trait that lends itself well to a life as a healer, though it is equally easy to take advantage of. With such a gentle soul set within his chest, Wallflower is easily hurt. Senseless violence and intentional harm to others render him weepy and inconsolable, so he must guard himself well against the sight of them. He avoids the battlefield, instead tending to everyday injuries and garden maintenance.
Affectionate: he wants to be loved. End of sentence. Wallflower craves love in its many forms, and from whoever might give it to him. For the most part, it comes from his family. His siblings, his myriad cousins. Time shared, gifts given, lessons taught, and falling asleep in a great big pile. They're all expressions of love that he treasures, for both their uniqueness and for the reassurance they give him. To be loved is to have a place in this world, and Wallflower knows that he is where he needs to be when he can find those little moments and gestures all around him.
Intelligent: whip-smart, this one. He wields his intellect the way a warrior might wield his sword, because it is usually the only thing that lies between himself and a terrible fate. Wallflower cultivates his knowledge base from his very first moments, and he doesn't stop for anything. There's a great wide world out there, and it's full of strange things to admire and understand. This interest in learning, and his grim fate as one of the smarter creatures out there, leads him to be a bit of a wiseass. Mostly unintentionally, as an offhanded remark here or there that he says without thinking about it first. Sometimes, though, he's a little upset about something, and he's going to leave someone with an emotional scar to remember him by.
Kind: there's no two ways about it, Wallflower doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Or, if he does, it's a very small one. A pinky toe bone, or one of those little ear bones, maybe. The type to right an overturned turtle, or apologize to a butterfly for disturbing it. It's one of the many things that tends to net him a lot of friends, since he doesn't turn anyone away if they ask to sit with him. Perhaps he's too soft, and he certainly doesn't fit in with the rest of his immense family, but he has no shortage of love from those closest to him. That's all that matters, at the end of the day.


Alignment: Neutral Good
Skills: Intellect & Healing OR Hunting & Healing
Mutations: None! Nakey boy
Intended plots / other: Aiming for a quiet life of book learning and picking up the herbalist's trade, probably gonna become more of a gardener than an outright healer. Going to take a huge interest in flowering plants and herbs, probably gonna ferociously hoard dried and pressed plants for the love of the game as opposed to usefulness. Will not be a warrior type, and will almost certainly cry if someone tries to fight him. Pacifist introvert who just wants to enjoy the vibes with his little garden.

Most of his interests will be dependent on what skills he gets, he's either gonna be a history nerd and a gardener, or a fisher and a gardener. Happy to take suggestions if my app gets picked!