Canis RPG - Profile of MarCeline

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MarCeline

Played by honey

Name
MarCeline De La Cour

Height
Average (36)

Fur Color
Black, white, and gold

Sex & Gender
Female

Weight
Very Light (110)

Eyes
Gold

Age
4 years (2019-10-01)

Build
Lean

Species
Wolf

Appearance

moonchild you shine
when you rise, it's your time

^^Day and night clash across clouded skies. Nares flaring and hooves flying, Selene throws her shades across the canvas – leaving glimmering stars in her wake. A body torn asunder by change, two halves married together do not a whole make. Ebon and ivory and swathed in finery and the body to match. Long slender legs give way to lithe curves. Ears and snout slightly elongated and perched atop an equally defined neck. Golden orbs stare out from underneath smokey liner. Impeccable posture, gleaned from her mothers blood and tears, only accentuates her lanky beauty... Though muscle memory can only control so much. When her eyes do not linger upon the stars, a puckered smirk and mischief define her features.

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Personality

^^As with her appearance, Celine's mentality is split in two. Her mother has raised her to be the proper lady of the court she was bred to be. To smile, speak only when spoken to, and to never step out of line. She was to be a scout or some other dignified role suited for someone of her disposition. If the girl played her hand right, with a body like hers, she would never have to work a day in her life. This was the idealistic dream her mother had for her. To catch the eye of a viscount, marquis, or if she was lucky, even a duke. Painted flesh sold for a high price in the kingdom, and mother knew best.

However, her father whispered tales of adventure in her ears at night. He spoke of Selene, the moon goddess – the bringer of darkness. A powerful warrior who stood above all else. He carved a hunger in his daughter, that would not be satisfied by food alone. When she was freed of her shackles from the court, she would run at night along the sea shore, winding between the pines pining for a life of adventure and wickedness. A life where she would be her own master, not some bastard baron. Eyes watch from every corner... someone saw your escape moon child.

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ZEALOUS | ADAPTIVE | WICKED GUARDED | EARNEST

History

^^History. What is history but the story we tell of ourselves? It is a malleable, fickle thing... history. So easy to change if you were the only one there to bear witness to it.There was life before the incident. A good life, a happy childhood – if one ignored the swirling miasma of confusion that surrounded it. But what is childhood without confusion? She remembered quite clearly the evening of the ball. The air had a chill in it, despite springs warm breath as it nipped at winters heels the night she fled. She had entered the gathering, slipped away to find... something? ... someone? Definitely a someone. Lustful images lingered, heated breath... tender touches... the hot flash of desire...

Static. Now, all that mattered was after. Her paws slamming against the earth, blood roared in her ears and it was so loud, it was like she could smell it... taste it even. No. Only running mattered. A streak of white in the dense forest she ran until her feet bled, until her lungs gave out. There she slept. Until morning came and she continued forward. Onward, to a new life. A new beginning. Inside, though her stomach churned with regret, a hunger for more haunted every disastrous paw step.
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