The Elites Of Celestion.

Number: 17

Name: Libra

Age: 3

Voice: Usually calm and easy to listen to, often with a sing song like quality whenever she's speaking to someone she enjoys the company of. Generally stays in a medium alto range, but will get a bit higher if she's upset.

Scent: Warm and light, reminiscent of cinnamon with undertones of the salty air around a beach

Appearance: (I made a thing:[link]) Dark and light, Libra's pelt is divided in two. Her head, neck, forelegs, and most of her torso are coated in a vibrant mix of whites and various shades of yellow. At her hips the sunlight fades away into night. Her hind legs, tail, and haunches have been dipped in a coloring reminiscent of the night sky: inky black dappled with a slightly more pale shades of gray. Only the toes on her hind paws show a few more soft dapples of the yellow coloring. Even with the bright color of the upper half of Libra's body, her eyes still manage to stand out. They shine a bold red color with a thin ring of yellow circling her pupil. This natural born warrior stands at thirty eight inches tall and is made of pure muscle. Her years of training in the art of war has given this trait to her. That's not to say that she isn't feminine. Quite the contrary. Her fur flows over her body in a silky sheen and her body has retained its subtle feminine curve despite her rigorous training. Libra is a sight to behold.

Personality: Calm, even, and decisive describe this warrior. Libra will never be one to run blindly into anything, instead always wanting to gather as much information as she can before she acts. Of course, this trait works in a slightly different fashion when she is fighting. When she's in combat Libra relies on the vast amount of knowledge she has gained through her training to be able to act on a moments notice. She will not second guess herself in the one field she is truly comfortable in. Libra has also always been comfortable in a position of leadership, always wanting to be the lead in an attack or the head of a hunting party. Because of this it is sometimes hard for her to give up the reigns to someone else unless it has been proven to her that said wolf is competent. When it comes to her personal life and relationships, Libra is as dedicated as they come. She will never turn her back on anyone she considers her family, friend, or love. In the right setting she can be the life of the party, the light to which everyone is drawn. She prides herself on her poise and grace, getting easily flustered at times if anyone ever knocks her off her pedestal. She has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong and will work tirelessly to make sure any injustice doesn't go unnoticed. (not 100% sure on her personality yet, it might change a bit as I play her and feel her out)

Roleplay Sample: Fresh air. She never thought she'd be so grateful for something as simple as fresh air. Libra breathed in deep as she looked up toward the clear sky, letting the images of the darkness and ash slip away from her mind. Ever since the eruption all she could think of was the destruction it had brought, but now she could relax once more while she tried not to think about how many of the wolves from her homeland had been killed in the aftermath.

Quietly, she padded toward a clear pool of water, first lapping up the cool liquid before slowly slipping into it, sighing contently as the water seeped into her fur. The bits of ash that had been clinging to her slowly drifted out into the water around her, revealing the sunshine-hued fur beneath. Her fiery gaze closed and she let the water soothe her, counting her blessing and thanking the stars for letting her find this place.

A sound behind her made her ears twitch, her head turning to look over her shoulder at a lone pup standing on the bank behind her. Her brows would pull together in confusion as her form would turn to face the newcomer, her head tipping slightly to the side. She was slightly confused as to why a pup would be on its own, but what really caught her eye was the young one's coloring. Browns and creams covered its body, having the pup blend into the ground around him. Never in her life had Libra seen such a color or a pattern on a wolf. The pup was almost the same colors as a deer for crying out loud! Libra considered her own coloring tame compared to some of the wolves she was used to seeing, but this... This pup's color was downright bland.

Libra moved toward the pup, looking at him closely, examining this new kind of coloring. Suddenly the smaller wolf turned and took off toward the trees behind him, apparently frightened by her approach. "No, wait!" she called, but it was too late. She sighed, her ears folding back. Where was she? What kind of place had she found? Where all the wolves here colors of the earth? Was she the oddball now? Libra's legs folded beneath her and she settled down in the shallow part of the water, letting her body sink into it till it came up over her shoulders, lowering her head into the cool water. "What now?"

(Crappy sample, sorry <3)