Seraph Beruthia profile

Seraph Berúthia
Lone Wolf
Age: 1
Birth Month: March
Gender: Female
Species: Alaskan Wolf (25%) Mexican Wolf (14.062%), Timber Wolf (6.25%), Tundra Wolf (1.5625%),Hokkaido Wolf (1.5625%), Red Wolf(1.5625%) x Eurasian Wolf (25.5%), British Columbian (25%)
Location: Mirahl
First Pelt Color: White
Second Pelt Color: Cream
Third Pelt Color: Russet
Eye Color: Gray
Size: Large

Appearance:

 Currently Seraph is a small bundle of fur. Her coat is fluffy and bears the softness of a rabbit's pelt thanks to the fact that her mother Anathème bathes her frequently. She is mostly white, mixed with cream, though along her back one will see the russet highlights that adorn her like a lovely cloak. Her pelt is feathery and light, though long just like her mother's own. Her ears are rounded currently thanks to being a pup, but when she grows up they will sharpen and grow to be perfectly proportionate to her body. For now she bears no real fangs though, no, she remains perfectly cuddled into her mama for safety and warmth and at times, is found in the presence of her father.
When she grows up, she will be seen to be tall and leggy like her mother, but being a daddy's girl one will see that she takes after her father in what she enjoys. She will grow to be sleek and feminine, though muscular just like her father. The features of her face are built much like those of her father and her paws that are currently rather delicate, will grow to be saucer sized. She'll grow to be a rather regal looking individual and no doubt her appearances alone will be the cause of many heartbreaks.

When she walks she walks with power and grace, when she runs, she is like a living bullet, dancing through the air and racing the winds. And she does race those winds, challenging them to try and catch her - to fly with her. Her muzzle will grow to be long and slender, her ears pointed and her eyes, those lovely eyes of hers will be seen to be a crystal grey colouration that are enigmatic to stare into. They speak of intelligence, charm and her burning ambition. She carries herself as a regal lady though, and greatness is bound to find her.  https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e6/Siberian_Husky_red_Flickr.jpg

Personality:
Seraph is a beautiful, graceful female, though exceedingly vain, particularly when it comes to beauty and aging. She is kind, but also rutheless, exhibiting no guilt over murder. As a powerful youth, she fears no one and wants to rule everything. She carries herself with the confidence of a queen and the arrogance of a Goddess, peering down her nose at those she considers to be 'beneath' her, unrefined, or simply lacking in intelligence. She also finds amusement in taunting and belittling others. Seraph favors looking her best no matter where she isn't afraid to bathe in the blood of others. Anyone she deems to be useless or lacking she eliminates, whether it's by simply by driving them off the deep end, or by snaring their life's blood by her jaws. Despite her vanity, she truly does care for her family and the few she holds close to her, but is not above using them for her own benefit when the opportunity arises.
She has shown several sociopathic traits such as deception and manipulation. She manipulates males like a spider draws its prey into a web, dancing circles around those she considers to be her 'pets' and being the dominant female she is, isn't afraid to crack a whip or strike sheer terror into them. She will manipulate others into doing her bidding whether it be through blackmail or simply playing others against each other. She isn't above manipulating her own friends though and commonly uses others for her own gain. She is skilled at the art of 'not lying' due to being well versed with a tongue that can make the word 'blacklisted' sound like a siren's song. She is aggressive and knows what she wants, but should one snare upon the strings of her jealousy one would see the most disgusting of creatures to behold. She is charismatic and lovely as a flower, yet the wounds she creates lasting longer than the prick of any venomous thorn. Beware of the young Goddess for beneath her beauty masks a cruel heart, veiled by seductive charm and undeniable charisma stained in her commanding presence. What she wants she gets - no matter what she has to do to get it.

Among the few that Seraph holds close, another side of her is often seen, though whether it's her true personality or not, is unknown.


other stuff:
Born March Y6 Species: Alaskan Wolf (25%) Mexican Wolf (14.062%), Timber Wolf (6.25%), Tundra Wolf (1.5625%),Hokkaido Wolf (1.5625%), Red Wolf(1.5625%) x Eurasian Wolf (25.5%), British Columbian (25%)


Family:
Father: Mirrikh Misaki
Mother: Anathème Berúthia
Brother: Mirh Misaki
Uncle: Tezcatlipoca


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Following. Seraph had been following him for quite a while now and as he wandered, she was never too far away. It wasn't as if she had much to do with herself, so she figured that she'd look into the secret life of her sibling and see just what it was that he got up to. From a distance she could tell that he was brooding and full of thought, but of what, she couldn't be certain. Was he thinking of the woman that bore him again? She disliked the very thought. No, their mother hadn't given birth to Mirh, but she'd also been mother to both and why Mirh would think of a wretched woman that could abandon him, was unknown to her. She followed him though, through the day and through the night, never nesting too far away from him before she'd pick up his trail again. Now she had found him yet again though, and yet while he sat in silence, she chose at last to approach.
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Her ears flit forth upon the crown of her head and she lifted her paws into the gait of a trot until at last she had found herself up alongside of him. <font style="font-size:14px;font-family:times;letter-spacing:-1px;font-weight:bold;color:#c29291;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase">"You've been thinking again, I see."</font> she muses, only to wander a brief circle around him and come to settle in a seat along his right side. A soft sigh is carried past the moist tunnels of her nose, though her expression is aloof. She doesn't seem too concerned and her voice speaks of her relaxation. <font style="font-size:14px;font-family:times;letter-spacing:-1px;font-weight:bold;color:#c29291;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase">"You travel so far... Why?"</font> she finally asks, breaking the few moments of silence between them as she pivots her head delicately upon the crown of her head and levels her gaze of storm-kissed grey upon his own.
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They were both growing into young adults, and while most wolves may have separated from their siblings, Seraph felt need to stay around her younger sibling and ensure that he was alright. The boy had a chaotic mind and while she could handle the chaos dancing within her own mentality, he seemed more sensitive to the raking claws of chaos that danced along his own. Curious is what she was, though she'd not bother to push him to answer. All things came in due time and if Mirh wished to tell her, that was fine - if not? She wouldn't be losing sleep over it. Hot steam dances lightly along her muzzle with each passing breath, dancing and curling up into the air before they simply vanished like the apparitions of warmth that they were. Where the two of them were, she hadn't a clue, but she couldn't be bothered to care either. Mirh was here and that was reason enough for her to be here at his side.
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<font style="font-size:14px;font-family:times;letter-spacing:-1px;font-weight:bold;color:#c29291;font-style:italic;text-transform:lowercase">"This is Berk."</font>

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