Appearance
Complexion: Jet black and russet brown
Optics: A deep chocolate tinge, often appearing black during the dark hours
Fur Density: Of medium thickness; enough to keep warm during the winter, but not overheat during the warmer seasons
Distinguishable Markings: A unique mask, shaping the outer portion of her face, as well as the eyes
Scars:
— A lengthy, discolored mark running from the left eye down over the snout; inflicted by her sire
— Half of the right ear is missing; earned from battle
— A heavy nick upon the left ear; from a spar with her brother
Personality
As the eldest of her litter, even if by just a few hours, she holds the tendency to feel obligated for the actions and whereabouts of both Araluen and Aelea. A stern woman, she is, with just as sharp of a tongue as she has cold eyes. While this does not mean she is completely cold hearten, acts of disloyalty and such will not be taken lightly. Just as she is titled, Aestrea is a woman of many talents. She claims to hear things others cannot; the voices of the raven's caws in the night, as she calls them. Highly superstitious, various personal and natural events will be closely observed, as they may hint towards the future or catastrophic incidents that may occur. Since a young age, Aestrea was keen to learn the ways of war and strategy and while she is not as skilled in combat as her brother, Araluen (of whom she calls the "master of war") she is not one to underestimate. Cunning and deceptive, she will do just about anything to get her way and keep order as she sees fit. For the time being, her litter-mates are the only she will confide in, as they are the connecting pieces to her soul. She believes that a world without them would displace portions of her soul, leaving her unable to properly survive, both mentally and physically. This belief is based on the fact of matter of the three being born seconds apart; being born as triplets.