Lunacy at its best

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Name: Sri Simin.
Age: 4 years.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Appearance:
HEIGHT: 26"
WEIGHT: 70lbs.

Sri Simin is a seductress. The Goddess of misery and pain must have taken a liking to this girl as a pup, for she was given quite a lovely physique. Sri is kept fit, with a natural female canine curve at her hips. What the lady lacks in muscle, she easily makes up for in her agility, in her cunning. Sri is a small creature, certainly smaller than most, though she has thick, sturdy legs, giving her aid in moving quickly. Her light frame allows her to easily dodge serious blows, though she certainly prefers to do her misdeeds in the dark.

Sri Simin's coat is coal black, with very little interruptions, aside from the natural, dark grey highlights. Her jet-black fur is long, though the fur does not fluff out, and many strands possess gentle waves. Her fur is soft, kept groomed and free of any painful - not to mention cumbersome - matting or tangles. With eyes of deep, dark amber, Sri blends perfectly in with the shadows. A perfect place for an assassin to reside.
Personality:
CHEERFUL
Sri Simin walks with a bounce in her step, a tune humming in her brilliant mind. She is rarely seen without a grin, and if you see her looking unhappy, you should turn around. Sri Simin is not necessarily "aggressive" - quite the opposite. In fact, the girl adores the company of others, and has quite a good time giggling with other girls, sharing stories. However, it is - or should be - clear that her cheery nature does not hold the same air that a more light-hearted wolf's cheery nature might. Sri Simin may grin, and never speak. She speaks only when she wants to, only when she deems it important enough for her to speak.

FLIRTATIOUS
As mentioned before, Sri Simin is a seductress. She enjoys the "mature" company of others, be it male or female, one or more. Even when she is not looking for some rough-and-tumble fun, the midnight temptress may still sing a tune of lust, may still touch, giggle, and bat her eyelashes. Sri Simin is a master at gently swinging her hips, touching just her tail to another in an almost sweet caress. That is, if she sees she can get her way by doing so. Generally, Sri's flirts are mild, with a wink here and a suggestive lick of her ebony lips there.

OBSERVANT
Nothing gets past her vision, slides by her sharp ears, or escapes her twitching nose. Sri Simin takes notice of everything around her, using everything as valuable information. While she appears cool, loose, and a little psychotic on the outside, she is all brain, all thought, all seriousness on the inside. Okay, so she's not exactly 'serious' unless the time calls for it, but she doesn't allow information to skate by her. This is not something that came easy to her, but she trained herself to focus on sights, smells, sounds; to never forget what certain plants smell like, what certain animals sound or look like. One never knows when she must flee, or when she can dine.

CREATIVE
Because of her information gathering skills, she has come to be quite an out-of-the-box thinker. If given a normal life, the black Goddess may have even become a highly imaginative strategist - and in truth, she would make a marvelous strategist in any pack. However, her current strategies often involve the silent, swift death of other wolves. Sri Simin doesn't like to kill anyone the same way twice in one month, and even less in one week. She adores the creativity that can come with assassinations, and always enjoys finding new ways to kill without actually having to confront her victim.

PROFESSIONAL ASSASSIN
As a small wolf, Sri isn't much of a hunter. Her senses are perfectly tuned, her reaction times are flawless, and her muscles show just how fit the lady keeps herself. But she can rarely take down enough food to keep herself full. Growing up in a pack of trained killers, killing has always been one thing that Sri was good at, despite her small stature. When she set off on her own, she discovered that there were many a wolf who held grudges, or who felt the harsh pain of rejection. These wolves wanted revenge, but were too soft to get their paws dirty. Sri Simin is not afraid of the blood on her paws, and she is not afraid to get more on them - even if her victim's blood never actually touches her. Sri, generally, only asks for food or rare herbs in return, though if she's feeling lonely - remember, she is a social butterfly - she may request a place to sleep surrounded by others.
Extras: Nopes.
Roleplay Sample: (from Xae)
He was officially accepted as an Abaven member, though perhaps hesitantly after he was discovered to be... what had Harmony called it? Checking her out. Harmony was Bass's sister, and Xae, in only one moment - just one! - of stupidity, he'd been stunned by the Vor's, well, stunning appearance. Even now, as Xae nimbly picked his way across Abaven's lands at a fast-paced trot, he had to force the pretty fae's beautiful, two-toned eyes out of his mind. Parting his midnight-coated jaws, the yearling expelled an exasperated sigh. What was wrong with him? He'd hardly even spoken to the girl, and already she was uncomfortable around him. This had never happened to Xae before... Though, perhaps that was due to the fact that he hadn't really ever met any other females aside from the ones in his family. Xae nodded his dark russet skull decisively. That was it. It was because she was new. What about the darker female? I did not act like such a fool- The wolf growled at himself, shaking his head harshly at himself. It was because she was new to him. That was that.

When Xae finally 'woke up' from his silent mental problems, he realized that he had long since passed the scent borders of Abaven. He paused, lifting his wet, jet-black nose into the air and taking in several sniffs. He could smell no other borders, no other packs. Satisfied that he had not crossed into the border of another pack's territory, he turned his head, craning his neck to peer behind him in the direction he'd come from. It certainly hadn't felt like that long of a walk. He was still so used to roaming areas as a loner. Xae turned his grey gaze forward and once again set out, content to continue moving until it was time to return home. As long as he remembered to keep close to Abaven.