Mabelle (Lupus) [Finished!]

[mabelle]

OOC Information
OOC Name: Morby!
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General
Name: Mabelle
Alias: Belle
Species: Lupus
Gender: Female
Age: 20 months
Pack: Enclave
Rank: n/a

Physical
Height: She'll grow to be 28"
Weight: She'll be 73 lbs full grown

Appearance: Her base coat is that of pure white to light grey, she has a dark to light blue saddle pattern, her nose and paw pads are pink like her mommy’s, and she has sky blue tribal markings that detail her tail, legs and eyes. Her eye color is that of light grey/silver to a sky blue. She may look like her mommy but she’s a daddy’s girl.

Mabelle stands with grace, but gives off an air of strength. She’s not afraid. Her face is always interested, curiosity swimming with a shine in her eyes and nose twitching to catch the scent of the next best thing.

She walks with a childishly quick gait, with both the intentions of finding new treasures and escaping any of the older wolves who may tell her no. She’s usually a very light-footed, careful runner.

Mabelle has a sweet, even voice that hints at her youth, still. She tries to talk respectfully, but can end up rambling or angering an older wolf.

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Mental
Strengths: Adventurous - Headstrong - Dreamer - Intelligent - Thorough
Weaknesses: Daring - Stubborn - Unrealistic - Curious - Perfectionist

Personality: Mabelle is a dreamer, but she'll be more grounded than her mum. She’s an explorer; she wants to know everything, even if figuring it out gets her in trouble. She is confident in herself because she gains confidence when she learns. Since wind is her element she does not like water.

Venturing out on her own is a habit of hers that gets Mabelle into situations that are rather unfavorable. She walks with her eyes focusing on one thing and her nose smelling another. Whatever she can’t figure out on her own, Mabelle asks questions, and lots of them. She can’t sit through a storytelling, but she could follow an elder for moons as they explained to her the workings of nature.

Mabelle is quite fond of her influence over the wind, but does not practice it as much as she should. She will occasionally use magnified air currents to overturn rocks or shift small logs, but any time she uses her powers it’s more for discovery than her own self-improvement.

History: Mabelle was born in a litter of seven which was split. Her parents are Avalon and Pyke, but she has littermates from another Father. She lives in the Enclave.

Mabelle was born with six others. After their separation she felt quite alone, and found distraction from her loneliness by learning. Not through others, but by unearthing answers on her own. She would stray as far as she could under the other wolves’ watch, poking her muzzle into strange-smelling bushes, digging her claws into uncharted dirt, and occasionally ingesting alien fungi. Upon returning, she could hardly contain all the information she’d picked up, and would drown her elders with her stories.

Mabelle loved to watch gifted wolves perform tricks with their powers. She would observe as the older wolves moved the ground, melted ice, created wind storms, and redirect lightning. She did admit that those with the inclination to control water made her uneasy for some reason. While the practice of elements certainly amazed her, she was not particularly excited with the thought of having a power for her own. That would just give her elders more reason for staying on the grounds— she saw how much time they put into mastering their elements. Time that could be spent studying the skies or the sea, in her opinion.

Mabelle’s power of the wind was revealed late in the night, a month or two after her first successful year alive. She’d been unable to sleep, and the other wolves had been keeping an irritatingly close eye on her. Creating a lie about finding plants, Mabelle was able to travel without being followed. She didn’t go far, just far enough to be alone. Slouching against a tree, nearly breathing in boredom, she closed her eyes.

Along came a bird, flying straight over her head. Mabelle woke up to its caw-caw, and began to race after it. The plants at her feet swayed as she passed, and the closer she got to the bird, the more excited she became and the more she noticed there was a wind picking up. It grew into a gale, the air rustling her fur and imitating ocean sounds in her ears. The bird began to struggle against the currents, slowing down yet flapping frantically. Mabelle skidded to a stop, and the strong winds immediately let up, leaves, dust, and twigs dropping from the sky.

“Wind.” She muttered, watching the bird regain its balance without grace and fly away.

“I’ve got wind.”

Other:THEME SONG: "Walking on Air," by Kerli

[Moonrose]

It looks good to me, Morby. :3