Name: Belle
Age: Three
Gender: Female
Appearance/description: Belle’s undercoat is of white smoke, a colour just a shade or so off pure white. Her guard hairs are then a light silvery shade. They give her the faint illusion she has been tainted with silver. Her face is partially beige, giving her a gold patched appearance. Her coat is strangely soft and downy for a Grey wolf, but not as thick as it should be, making her vulnerable to the cold. Her stunning orbs are an icy blue, like frozen spheres. They appear like sapphires or aquamarines, glittering in the faintest light.
Belle moves with almost liquid grace on her too-long silvery-white limbs. She bounds easily over any obstacle, landing lightly without a sound. Her fast fluid reactions and agility give her the image of something almost feline. When she runs, her paws barely sweep the earth. Her gait is light, as if she does not lope, but whisper over the ground. She is lightly built, a bit smaller than the average female her age. Her body is petite and dainty; giving the illusion her legs are too long for her.
Personality: Belle is a gentle wolf, sweet and kind-hearted. She is rather quiet and shy, but friendly. She is difficult to anger, though may be easily upset and worried. She cares for everyone, even those whom she has just met. She will always help someone in need, whether they have been good to her or not. She has strong morals, and believes firmly that there is good in everyone. She will always do what is right, even if it puts her in danger.
When angered, Belle’s second side is revealed, and she can be a formidable opponent or ally. She is not very strong, so prefers to use agility to win a fight, darting around her match before they can strike. She also uses her intelligence, creating advanced strategies to outsmart an enemy. Though usually gentle and friendly, in a rage she can be bitter-sweet and cruel, playing foul tricks on her enemy. She can be cunning, malicious and daring, going far out of her way to get revenge. In these furious rages, she is known to lose control, and get others in danger with her brazen behaviour. She can be violent and reckless, doing things which obviously are not the best idea. In this infuriated state, she is a danger to everyone around her, to her enemies, and to herself.
History: Belle was born of a loner pair of wolves, Chadee and Saber. Chadee was a small and dainty wolf, with a coat the colour of snow, and eyes of a soft, gentle hazel. She was quiet and shy, preferring a life of solitude to the pack life. Saber was a huge brute, his muscles rippling under his rough stone grey coat whenever he moved. His eyes were of the deepest golden amber. He was bold, fearless and proud, a lone warrior of a creature.
Chadee and Saber meet only briefly one early spring, as the last of the seasonal blizzards ravaged the land. Sharing shelter together in a deep cave, the two pulled through the storm and went their separate ways. Later that year, Chadee gave birth to three pups.
The first born, Vere, was a male with his father’s coat and orbs, but with his mother’s gentle and kind soul. The next born was another male, with a greyish silver coat, lighter than his fathers. His eyes were a shade of reddish brown, thus his name, Sorrel. Sorrel was brazen and reckless, getting into trouble right from the beginning. The last to be born was a femme with her mother’s white coat, darkened with patches of silver and beige. Her eyes were of the brightest, most beautiful blue. She was christened, Belle.
Times were hard for Chadee and her litter, trying to survive alone. In the first month, Sorrel disappeared. Whether he had wandered off and become lost, or been picked off by some predator was unknown to Chadee, but he was never seen again. Several months later, Vere fell into a river and drowned. Chadee tried desperately to protect her last pup from a similar demise, and after a long and harsh season, did so. Belle grew and flourished, always staying by her petite mother’s side.
During Belle’s second winter, Chadee became ill, an illness she would not recover from. Her breathing became laboured, and she struggled to walk. Belle tried desperately hard to save her sick dam, but failed, as Chadee passed away in her sleep after three days of the sickness. Belle pulled through, and found herself suddenly alone and independent. Since then, she has wandered the lands without friend nor companion, finding food and shelter wherever possible. Her only goal is to find a pack, something she has dreamed of her whole life but never been part of. Deep inside, she longs for love and romance. For a wolf who cares for her, and understands her. Only then, will her suffering be no more, and her pain fade away.
“Je suis le chanteur corrompu argenté de lune, Je suis Belle.”
“I am the silver tainted moon singer, I am Belle.”
Other Characters: None, at this time.