Crucibelle Baby Available

Name: Den the weakling

Personality:

She's my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Taste so good make a grown man cry!
Rebel without a cause- For some reason, this lass tends to flounce her way towards all things just a little unexpected of a princess. Being a precious little angel just isn't her style. Nothing obviously stupid- she does have an image to uphold, you know. She just tends to wander a little too far, poke her nose where it doesn't really belong in the first place, and be the victim of her parents scolding more often than she really should after all this time. She talks to wolves she might be better off ignoring, just to see what the reasoning behind this ban is.
Regal- Her very essence oozes calm and collected grace. Her movements look calculated, fluid, like she plans each out in depth beforehand. Even as a child, she knew just how she looked, and how it drew the eye. Some might see her as snobbish, but that just means they're jealous, in her mind. Her smile is gracious and polite, she's got manners galore. The classical princess in her kingdom, and she is completely alright with that.
Short fused- She's got an attitude, and a way with losing her very mind very easily. This temper came from her mother, without a doubt in anyone's mind. Not that this temper is nearly as vastly impressive, a few choice words and degrading insults she learned from who knows where, and she's pretty much over you and your petty problems. With that, she gathers up her pride and dignity, and saunters off like the beautiful little darling she is.
Family oriented- She loves her family, and would gladly die for them. Her siblings mean the world to her, and so do her parents. She will stick close to them through much of her youth. Playing with her siblings and enjoying quality time with her parents will be a pretty important ritual for this fae, and she wouldn't give that up for anything. Not like she needs beauty or wealth, she already has those.
Curious- She will always want to know things, and find out why this does that, or why this looks the way it does. The world and its mechanisms are something she quite enjoys learning about, and will never tire of learning new things about the world around her. Sure, this could lead to a short leave from her family to see what else it might have to show her, but not even the beauty of the green earth and the white capped mountains could keep her from them.

RP Sample:
Heavy metal broke my heart

Her body was still trying to figure out how to work itself, but she'd gotten the hang of walking, running, jumping, and all those important things. Now it was time to learn how to do these things gracefully, and she was learning by observation. Having left the well traveled areas in favour of the privacy she would need to work out her gawky limbs and the way they moved, she was alone. It was nice in this clearing, even with the dying grass. Scattered leaves had fallen in shades of gold, auburn, and a few were already rotting into muddy hues. Not nearly as much fun, but they definitely were fun to crunch under her champagne toes. She bounded from this place to that one, the rewarding crunch of leaves filling the air every time she hit the ground.
Eventually, she was tired of jumping on leaves. Taking a seat upon the earth, she let out a small sigh of contentment. So far, this had been pretty good. She'd gotten out a lot of energy, and now there was a chance for her to focus on getting around to what she'd actually come here to do. Getting back to her feet, she shook out her coat and straightened up into a rather regal looking pose, even for a child. Casting her gaze to and fro, she made sure no one was watching. In that, she started off. One foot forward, next foot forward with a small swing of the hips. Good. Next foot forward, then the next with a sway of her hip in the other direction. That was the right form, from what she could understand. Her mother and the other women walked like that.
She paced for a while like this, simply going around in a circle trying to get the movements down. Once she felt like she had it fairly well ingrained into her brain and her muscle memory, she paused, casting her mismatched gaze over the landscape. The shadows had grown much longer since they were when she'd first arrived, but the sun had yet to set, so she was okay. Sitting down, she decided this was a good time to get all the leaf pieces out of her pristine coat. Tongue lathed over her lanky limbs, and her flanks, seeking to rid herself of the impurities she'd gathered in her escapades. Eventually, she was satisfied with the results, and got back to her feet.
A figure stood in the shadows, watching her with a tilted cranium. She mimicked the motion, and stepped forth, falling into the strides she'd taught herself as she did. Her brows drew together as she scrutinized the stranger, not recognizing the scent as one from her pack. Had she really wandered out of pack lands? This wolf was obviously young, maybe a little older than her. "Who are you?" She inquired, lyrics falling from her lips in a monotone, a little too blunt for a princess. Well, too late now. The stranger was still mute, simply staring at her with bright red eyes. She drew herself up to her full, currently not too impressive stature. "What is your name, stranger?" She inquired once more, vocals putting a little more emphasis on the query this time around. "Are you a ghost?" Finally came the timid query, and she blinked at the older child. "No, of course not." She replied, frowning. "Why would I be a ghost?" She continued, confused by this. Why would anyone think she was a ghost? Ghosts were white and skinny and gross. She was none of those things. At all. In fact, if she was anything, it was offended.