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name; aerin
age; three years, eight months
gender; female
rank; soldier
desired rank; soldier
pelt color; snowy white
eye color; pale sky blue
markings; none other than the occasional scar
body build; lithe but muscular; built for attack
positive traits; loyal, helpful, selfless
negative traits; overprotective, rebellious,
strengths; fighting, running, agility
weaknesses; stamina, endurance, hunting
fears; her pack abandoning her
crush/es; n/a
mate; n/a
pup/s; none
kin; no longer remembers them
additional information; blind in her left eye

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__The Basics__
"I've never been crazy. I'm a very good girl, to be honest. I don't do anything to hurt anybody."

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::Name::
{Phoebe}
::Age::
{3 Years}
::Gender::
{Fae/Female}
::Rank::
{Lead Healer}
::Known As::
{The "Good Girl"}
::Likes::
{Pups
Healing
Helping Others
Swimming
Sunset/Sunrise
Warmth
The heat/Sun}
::Dislikes::
{Faes who are afraid to get "down and dirty"
Overly flirty and/or rude brutes
The Cold
Snow/Ice
Humans
Killing
Fighting}
_Digging Deeper_
::Personality::
{Because of her not-so-normal past, Phoebe has never been completely accepted here in America. She hated the feeling of being by herself when she was a loner, and much more prefers the company of others being around her, even though she often gets flustered, never seeming to know what to say. She never lets that get in the way when someone needs her help, though, and will do anything and everything within her power to provide them with whatever help that they need. She has always been extremely sweet and compassionate, and is the kind of fae who, although she gets nervous when in large crowds, would jump right in, not even thinking about it, if another creature was being treated misfairly and stick up for them, even though she has trouble doing the same for herself. Also, Phoebe is a total pacifist, backing down or running away from every fight, and refusing to kill her own prey, which was a problem for her when she was a loner, the reason that she was practically skin and bones when the she found the pack.}
::History::
{Unlike most wolves, Phoebe was born in a place very unlike the common forrest. She was born as a rare breed of wolf, the Ethiopian wolf, in a place known as Ethiopia, Africa. The pack she lived in had no name that it went by, but the humans nearby called them the Najwa's, a name that meant Secret/hidden, for that was what the pack was. Hardly ever see, blending into the background, they very much were a rare thing to behold. They lived in peace with nature and the nearby tribal groups of African humans, until one day, when strange pale-faced two-leggers arrived at some of the tribe 'towns'. They came with strange, shiny weapons and aggressive demeanors, both things that became very worrysome to the Najwa Pack, for these humans were nothing like the natives. They begun to track the pack, and one day, everything went bad. Many wolves were killed that day, almost two years ago, but a few's lives were spared, though even they had injuries. Those left alive were shoved into crates and shipped off to America, where they were destined to live in a researching facility for the rest of their lives, so humans could find out more about them. But there was a mistake during the shipping, and Phoebe ended up infront of some random log cabin in the middle of the woods. When the human opened the crate to see what was inside, out popped the Fae, who bolted into the treelines like her life depended on it. Nearly a year later she found the pack, and has been with them ever since.}
::Good At::
{Scavanging
Healing
Giving Advice
Helping Others}
::Bad At::
{Backing Down
Comprimising
Standing up for herself}
__Love Life__
::Crush::
{Impress Her}
::Mate::
{Win Her Heart}
::What she is Looking for in a Mate::
{Someone who lets her be herself, who isn't ashamed of her, and who loves her for her. Someone who will try to break her out of her quiet shell and get her to show the loud side underneath.}
::Pups::
{Perhaps Some Day, But not now}
::Family::
{All Deceased}
__Other__
{None}
::Theme Song::
{Fake It - By Seether}