Maeve of Silver Mist Apr 10, 2017 8:36:43 GMT -8
Post by Maeve on Apr 10, 2017 8:36:43 GMT -8
Name: Maeve Ljotur
Age: Two and a half years
Pelt Description: Maeve is a simple, colorless white. Not to be confused as albinistic as she still retains pigment in her nose, pads and eyes. Her fur is of medium length but fares longer nearest her stomach, tail and nape. Her eyes are gold like the sun and give warmth to her winter-land wardrobe. She is fairly large for a female but retains ample curves suited for her gender, she is lean but prominently powerful as she is sewn with hard packed muscle beneath this pretty visage.
- SELF - RIGHTEOUS
Fiery. Is one of the few words to describe this lady. A spitfire of domineering attitude and spunk, leave it to Maeve to shut you up and think twice about what you say just in case it isn’t “the right answer”. A lovely body with a bite, this woman is fierce and does not have any issue showing it to anyone who questions it or undermines it. It also makes her brash which can steer her back should she come across imposing company. Not to say she would ever back down from a fight, but even someone as courageous as she knows the lines and limitations of biting off more than she can chew. There is not a doubt that Maeve is touchy and sour to most things that would not bother someone else. All of her pack-mates know she has thin skin and understand the repercussions that come when pinching it. Not to say she is openly aggressive... no, no, no not all. There are warning signs of when she becomes bothered that you have to watch out for - the constant twitch of her tail tip, a set jaw, narrowing of the eyes, or even her direct hint a flash of her teeth.
Passionate. Would not be one Maeve’s first choice of words to define her softer side. But passion consumes her and truthfully makes her her. Everything she does is motivated by emotion and a deeply rooted feeling to do what means and matters the most to her. It correlates to her feisty temperament and would make sense to her brash and impulsive mannerisms. A lot of this passion is poured into her ardent love for her pack-mates and the safety of her beloved home, ever since her birth a be-stilled love for her home and proud lineage was ingrained into her heart. Nothing would ever amount to her awe and adoration of the Pack Code and to serve it rightfully, she was to be and became an honorable follower.
VIGILANT, that’s how her mentor would describe her. Always certain about the inevitable or perhaps nothing at all, but always anticipating the worst or best out of any outcome. The amount of confidence she instills might be admirable had it not always been the justification for her actions. Maeve has a troubling habit of never doubting her methods or the wages they might cost, because of her ever assured fixation on being right about everything, it could very well be her downfall. This leads back to her “emotion over reason” draw-back, she believes herself to be unquestionable and sure of all matters when most of her pack knows she could use some help; everyone needs a hand once in a while. This could also lead into a pride battle and inner conflict, Maeve feels she has so much to offer and never applies herself to the fullest (even when she already does).
no wolf could ever deny that Maeve is not ambitious, not driven in the aspect of status, but to better herself and live up to the potential she knows she will release and dutifully embrace. From childhood through her training, Maeve knew experience and results were rewarded by hard work and dedication to those who really strove for it. So she worked hard and to this day works to master her abilities to pass onto the next generation of young, hopeful souls like her who live for the code and honour of being a loyal Silver Mist member. What few may know about her, her deepest proven virtue is her selfless acts of heroism towards her others. Maeve would never regret dying for her Pack or leaping to aide one of her fellow family members in distress. The prosperity of her home comes first and foremost, everything else second. All she prays for is happiness and wealth to her pack all by the blessings of Creator and the helping hand of a hard working member.
Primary Pack and Rank: SilverMist aspiring for female guardian?
History: My father was a man of the night and never spoke many words, how he came about my mother I'll never know. I never met mother, but I'm sure in some distant cavern of my mind her memory lives. I was raised alongside two older brothers sired by my father and bore by some hopeless soul. I didn't know compassion, but knew how to be passionate; you see emotion was not apart of my father's making, I learned to coddle myself and retain my own safe-place because no one else would.
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