Selene du Coudray

[selene]

Full Name;; Selene du Coudray
Preferred Name;; Selene
Title;; n/a
Age;; 3
Gender;; Female


Pack;; n/a
Rank;; n/a
Mate;; n/a
Offspring;; n/a


Breed;; Maned wolf
Appearance;; The frame of this female wolf is incredibly lanky. Selene's muzzle is also long. There are scars hidden on her flesh. Although, she is unable to hide a bite, torn from one auditive. Her ears are round with light tufts of fur at the base. Her muzzle, legs and spine are black while the rest is a brilliant orange. Her fur is longer upon her spine,, creating a mini mane. They are as hollow as they are bright. There's something about them makes them ungenuine.

Selene moves with such grace it could break a ballerina's heart. Her movements are fluid and smooth, even when in attack mode. She has adopted fox like qualities. The shewolf has incredible speed, but of course then her brute strength is lacking. She is incredibly arrogant, and that shows in her posture. Her fluffy tail is as restless as her mind. Those features are expressive, but she tends to be careful about the emotions shown, for her true thoughts are often too dark for her company.
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Personality;;She will always be the antagonist. Selene is always looking down on other wolves. The shewolf has placed herself so highly in her mind, it is impossible for others to compare. Such confidence is daunting to many, and she has found that most will just steer clear. Those that hold their ground will earn some respect, but she will be damned if she'll ever admit it. The mistress is careful when embarking on an encounter. She will knowingly pull them closer with her naturally seductive nature. The actress holds onto her true thoughts. Patience, the right time will come.

As a rogue, she has been in her fair share of scuffles, often caused by herself. Something about tensity in the air drives her mad with excitement. There were a few fallen souls having the misfortune to become her meal. Selene doesn't like to think of herself as a cannibal, persay. The meat is a delicacy.

Selene du Coudray does not know friendship. It is something that has escaped her list of possibilities. She doesn't need anybody else so permanently. Alliances are possible, but all is fair in war. That includes betrayal. Friendliness can always be pretended, but she finds that this route is often seen right through. Better to let some of her fierocity through, this tends to attract with more success or cause a riot. Either way she is content to be center of attention.

Traits;;
-Decietful
-Rude
+Humorous
+Determined
Strengths;; Her strengths consist of social situations, agility, and fighting.
Weaknesses;; Her weaknesses are telling the truth, staying in one place, and becoming easily annoyed by cubs.
Fears;; She fears that she will be forgotten when she is gone.

History;; Just what could have created such a creature? What sins has she committed? Questions well deserving of an answer. To lay it all out would be anticlimactic though, don't you think? I can, however offer a glimpse.

Imagine a small nomadic pack, tightly knit kin and content to constantly explore. She was always being roughed up by her brothers, and so she sought help. The ambitious shewolf wanted to show them what was what. Her father, Slate, was the undisputed leader of the small cadre. Too busy for her, always slipping off. Her mother, Sinfinite, was loving but outspoken. Something about her eyes told the world she was dead inside.

Drehn was the obvious choice for the job. He taught her consistently, the basics and then the complex. Selene was closer with this male than her own parents. More and more, revenge was all she wanted with her brothers.

One warm night, she woke thirsty. Selene diverted towards some aggressive sounds. Drehn and Slate were at each others' throats. Her young mind couldn't understand why or how. To her great dismay, Drehn was left a lifeless corpse. It was the beginning of her acting skills. She played dumb, even when Slate announced that it was a cougar they were trying to fend off. Confused, hurt, and alone, her outlook quickly went from bad to worse. Nights later, Selene murdered her brothers, taking the advantage of a deep sleep. What did she care about fairness? It made her feel better, righteous. She didn't need this pack of dogs. Selene made haste and left before the others could piece it together.

Her travels were filled with solitude and sin. She drew mated males behind the bushes, feeling like she had one uped their oblivious dames. The mistress consumed the flesh of her own species, and of course criticized and taunted until it turned to violence.

She's grown bored as the years passed. Now Selene is looking for new thrills, something harder to pull. Selene will put her acting skills and control to the test. A pack is her new desire.


How did you find us?;; Affiliation with Torva
Roleplay Example;; (Is it alright if this is my first post?)

A dark form crept through the woodlands. The creature moved with a certain fluidity. The mistress was like a magnet to the cover of shadows, pulled toward them indirectly. There was little sound to be heard at the ghost's approach. A faint rustling of the leave. It was surely just the wind. Vivid yellow eyes caught a ray of light. The sight was ominous. The woodland critters were her only audience for now.

It was Selene du Coudray on the prowl. Her amber fleece was black in the shadows. A salmon pink tongue ran over her maw, moistening her gums. Her white muzzle was stained a rust color from a recent kill. Her stomach shifted as digestive fluids deteriorated what was once a fat, slow hare. Despite her full stomach, her lemon peepers still appeared hungry. That little hunt had done nothing to dissipate her endless energy. Instead the meal was restoring missing nutrients. His tail flashed furiously behind her, reflecting her mood. Selene's pace suddenly exploded, bounding seemlessly about the obstacles of the wild land. It was just right, not too dense to keep her movements agile and graceful. Selene was running, no real goal but to cease the shaking of her anxious tendons.

And she was free. Her muzzle parted and her tongue lolled out. As her muscles worked, she began to think more clearly. Selene was a rogue if there ever was one, but what sort of havoc could this shewolf cause in a pack. It seemed she has exhausted many of her options. Selene wasn't bored, but more ambitious. The question was, what pack in their right mind would allow her presence in their territory? This was why she had traveled so far. Selene could only hope she was unheard of here. Just as suddenly as she began, her pace slowed. She'd be on her best behavior for now. Her librums pulled into a malicious little smile. It couldn't be helped.

The mistress slunk, fox like, to the base of a small boulder. Selene stretched into a play bow. The pull on her muscles were miraculous. Her tongue ran over her muzzle, much of the blood now cleaned off. While she cared for her appearance, a little rabbit blood never hurt anybody. Selene reclined. Her tail didn't stop, despite the fact that her brilliant eyes were hidden behind their lids. Her ears were perked high, listening to the birds calling. Over and over. She wore a small smile as she dreamed of ripping off their heads so they'd shut the hell up.

Trivia;; She loves fish.

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[Bassie]

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