Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 7:09:15 GMT 10
CELINE mouche LOUP
I took you home, set you on the glass. I tore off your wings, then I laughed.
Face Claim: Cate Blanchett
Face Claim: Cate Blanchett
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:: TRADITIONAL // MODERN :: Modern
:: AGE // DATE OF BIRTH :: 52//08.17.1965
:: YEARS SINCE TURNED :: N/A
:: GENDER :: Female
:: FAMILY ::
Taureau Mouche Loup- Father, alive.
Grenouille Batard Loup- Mother, deceased.
Sagesse Mouche Loup- Elder sister, deceased.
Parler Mouche Loup- Younger sister, alive.
Coeur Mouche Loup- Younger brother, alive.
Vigoreux Feu Loup- Daughter, deceased.
Havre Feu Loup- Youngest son, deceased.
Sauler Feu Loup- Eldest son, alive.
Verre Courir Loup= Daughter-in-law, deceased.
Astor Feu Loup- Eldest Grandson, alive.
Demonte Feu Loup- Grandson, alive.
Manon Feu Loup- Grandson, alive.
Aurélie Feu Loup- Granddaughter, alive.
:: PACK :: Loup Pack of France
:: YEAR/OCCUPATION :: Alpha Female
:: HUMAN APPEARANCE ::
Celine is a tall, willowy woman who reaches around 6”3 on two very, very long legs. Although her body is slim and without much curvature, she is well-muscled and graceful. The bone structure of her face is rather rounded and European, though her cheekbones do stand out more so than her other features. Her hair is a crisp white color with flecks of golden blonde that make themselves known in candle and sunlight. Her eyes are an expressive blue color, and her skin is a snowy and delicate-looking white tone.
All in all, Celine is not what many would think of when they imagine a Loup werewolf. She is more ethereal and elegant rather than savage and strong. At least, that’s what appearances would have you believe.
:: MISC APPEARANCE ::
Celine has two long tattoos in the form of thick white lines running from the top of each side of her spine to each ankle, following the straight line of her body. Small and horizontal tattoos run down the vertical lines to mark each kill she has taken, though the count hasn’t gotten past her lower back yet. She has two burn marks decorating the middle her hairline in the form of small circles, marking her as the second heir of her parents’ litter for the Mouche blood. She is missing no limbs.
:: WOLF APPEARANCE ::
Celine’s coat is a creamy off-white color peppered with light gold streaks. Her eyes remain a clear blue color. When standing straight, her head reaches 5”4 and her build is long and slender. Her wolf appearance marks her as obviously female to those who wouldn’t think to look underneath.
:: PERSONALITY ::
Despite the fact that Celine is not considered as physically attractive as most female werewolves, there has always been something entirely captivating about her. Some say it's in her eyes, and the way she can peer at you- silently promising the answers to all of your questions. Some say it is in her small grins full of quiet mischief and secret wisdom that only she knows.
Whatever it may be, it is quite obvious that Celiene outwardly cultivates an air of mystery and wisdom that is only reinforced when she speaks. The words that come from her mouth are insightful, thoughtful, and sometimes even profound.
She has a silver tongue and can talk somebody into a tizzy, often with the ending result being them agreeing with Celine’s rather convincing and logical arguments. She is a charming woman that isn’t taken to flights of fancy and can present herself as otherworldly most of the time- bringing people to their knees with a mere glance.
On the inside, Celine is always thinking ahead. She rarely gives herself time to enjoy the present because she is much too busy with keeping the times ahead in mind. Every political move she makes is to set up a situation in which she will come out better than her opponents, sometimes sacrificing turns and letting her enemies have their small victories if they are necessary.
She is a doting matriarch and holds her blood with the highest esteem, cherishing and respecting them just as they cherish and respect her. Those that come into contact with her are often drawn in by her easy grace and startlingly insightful ways, and it is easy enough for Celine to wear a smile to mask her fangs.
Although she is a feminine wolf, that does not mean that she is not familiar with bloodshed and the strain of the battlefield. Like most others, she finds a peace within the chaos of slaughter and to cross her is to engage in a battle that you will likely not come out of.
Her wits are kept sharp, her muscle reflexes fine-tuned, and she has proven herself quite a few times already.
:: SPECIAL ABILITIES::
Permanent Bonding
:: PRIMARY//SECONDARY WEAPON::
Halberd//Dual Collapsible Bo Staff
:: HISTORY ::
Like most girls her age, Celine was quite taken with Avidite when she was a young blood.
His broody silence, his dark skin and those quicksilver eyes only caused him a great amount of annoyance when girls followed after him like little fools. He was hailed as both a brilliant warrior and exceptional lover, and everybody wanted a piece of him; especially after the rebellion when his mother took up the alpha mantle. Since the heir to Avidite’s bloodline left, that put the large brute at the forefront to inherit the title under the new laws imposed by Jashe in her time of rule.
That meant that whoever was to mate him would be alpha female by default, and that their children would inherit the title after them.
To be alpha was more than power; it was influence in the wide world, it was learning to read and write, it was being allowed to leave the territory outside of campaigns and labors.
Celine, like most girls her age, wanted that sort of life more than anything on this earth.
Growing up, her parents were very far down the totem pole and so Celine wasn’t nearly wealthy. She was no great beauty, she was not particularly exceptional in any way save for her clever mind and her quick tongue.
In the months following Jashe’s ascension, the race for Avidite began.
Celine was observant, had always been so. She’d known Avidite her whole life just as she knew every other member of the pack. He was a silent man given to pragmatism and the maze of his mind. He loved his puzzles and his formulas, he cared a great deal about the mysteries of this world and the truth of it all. A philosopher who would rather shut himself off in his chambers than join in revelry. When a battle was won, he did not head for the captive pens to take a female. He didn’t seek out straggling enemies to terrorize. Instead, he made straight for the conquered encampment. He did not go for the valuable trinkets and baubles, nor did he seize creature comforts. Instead, he rifled through the belongings of the dead and picked out odd contraptions to take them back and hoard them like a magpie in order to dissect their workings.
He had never been a man that was drawn to physical strength; the courting challenges he got were shut down quickly by his winning and if he did not think he could win, were ignored.
He didn’t care for their pretty, tittering maidens with their painted eyes and shy giggles.
He wasn’t drawn in by their dark temptresses who whispered promises of fantasy and glory.
He paid no heed to the affluent females from rich families.
Avidite was not a man whos love could be found through his loins, his stomach, his greed, or his call to arms. He was a man who could only be tempted through his mind, and this was made even more obvious when he started accepting courting offers from the more scholarly of their numbers.
Suddenly, Celine was in the lead before she even began.
It started off with small things. Leaving the gardens with a book just as he arrived, snatching away his puzzles from conqured tents just as he went for them, offering off-the-cuff yet intelligent remarks in passing.
Just as she was observant, so was he and it wasn’t long until he took notice of Celine with her secretive smiles and her offered half-truths. She lured him away rather quickly and it wasn’t long until they were declared official and mated.
Vigoreux came first in their second year together, more lively and sweet than a Loup child had any right to be. She was always chasing butterflies and playing hide-and-seek, always making friends and playing games. Vigoreux died in her first battle at the age of nine; not fast enough to dodge the shield that bashed her small skull in. Havre came the year after Vigoreux, always the first one to jump into the sparring ring to impress the girls- growling out scathing comments to their religious leaders about their interpretations and declarations. He died in a hunting accident; cornered and slaughtered by the four vampires who were acting as prey. Havre was fourteen at the time. Their last child, Sauler, came in their fifth year together.
It was said that the boy was his father reborn, silent and intelligent with those silver eyes and his dark golden hair. He was Celine’s little sun, her baby.
After her only surviving child was mated, Celine was blessed with four healthy grandchildren that all made it past their first battles and wouldn’t be foolish enough to get caught alone in a hunting venture.
All throughout her life, Celine has been a source of astute dedication to the well-being of her pack and it is through her that they have flourished in number as they have. She has the ear of her mate and the good graces of both council and temple. Her reign has been without scandal, her career as a shrewd diplomat a bright sucess, and her reputation as a dangerously clever she-wolf has made her an intimidating opponent across the negotiation table.
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