Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Northern Mountains
Name: Larkspurrrrr
Age: 3 and a half
Sex: Male
Scent: Mouthwateringly sweet, but with a hint of woodsy spice and musk, with moss undertones riddled throughout
Body Type: Long and slender, not tall yet not short, Larkspur's form is one of languid grace which yet seems alert, a stalker's presence radiating from his thinly muscled frame. Small, spread paws attach to barely long legs which move in sinuous motion with his lengthy torso and long, bushy tail.
Pelt color: The colour of Larkspur's pelt is unremarkable; it's the way in which each hair twists and refracts the light that makes his appearance truly astonishing, making the male shine with the mysterious pinks and lavenders of a pearl in each silky strand.
Markings: Subtle differences in the shimmer and shine of his moonlight fur are riddled across his features, most notably the rose linen which lines his ears and tips each leg, along with his tail and muzzle. Lighter patches of porcelain line under each wide orb, and dot the fur tufts above them as well.
Eye Color: Swirling tones of lapis and sapphire underlay the milky moonstones that are Larkspur's eyes – their sightless depths shine with an unabashed light, spinning the sun's rays back in a cool wash of unexpected moonlight
Other Details: More often than not, a single strand of his hackles curls over the wrong way, dangling over his eyes and tickling the bridge of his nose.
Personality: To outsiders and strangers, Larkspur is quiet, reclusive, and sticks mainly to himself, preferring his personal norms when bouts of curiosity are held at bay. Once you befriend him though, he is fiercely protective and incredibly loyal; can be playful, curious, and oddly upbeat one moment, while lazy and cuddly the next. Due to his upbringing, he is pretty clueless of social norms and personal boundaries - sidling up to a buddy and 'grooming' them with licks seems perfectly normal to him
Likes: Fish, sun bathing, naps, cuddles, birdsong, music, rubbing up against trees and rocks, swimming, fresh spring breezes, climbing trees, mysteries
Dislikes: Being stinky, loud noises, raised tree roots (that purposefully trip him up), restrictions, boredom
Main Talent: Fighting
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Larkspur is almost completely blind, his vision limited to blurs of light and colour, making him incapable of completing visually-demanding tasks efficiently – however, he makes up for much of his lost vision with strengthened senses in the other categories. Unfortunately, his senses of touch and smell are also heightened, making small blows seem very painful, and slightly offensive odours become disgusting. Most troubling though is the brute's inability to accept his own mortality, he acts as though he is invincible, and enjoys provoking others (all in good fun.. for him)
Fear(s): Larkspur isn't very fear-centered, and focuses more on the present than any possible unfortunate futures. He lives for today
Song: Finally found one -
This Game from No Game No Life, piano version
History: Nightshade and Larkspur were born into the Forest pack, but due to complications with the birth their mother didn't survive. Their father, sad and angry that his mate was taken from him, decided to name the two pups after poisonous flowers, to symbolize both that he loved them as his only reminders of his mate, but also resented them for taking his love away. He fed them pre-chewed meats himself for the first week, since no faes in the pack were nursing, but when the two started opening their eyes he realized that the male pup was blind. Since the forest pack would never accept a male omega - which Larkspur would have surely become due to his affliction - their father left him for dead in the dark woods (a more overgrown, dangerous part of the forest) so he wouldn't have to raise a pup that would likely die on his own once thrust from the pack. He figured all his efforts should go towards raising Nightshade, in the hopes that she would at least be able to make something of herself.
Unbeknownst to their father though, a nursing cougar took pity on the tiny, crying pup, and decided to raise him with her kits. Even though she was another species, a mother's milk helped Larkspur grow stronger than he would have otherwise, and he learned to hunt and fight with his adopted brothers and sisters. Because of this, his movements are very catlike, with a sinuous grace learned from his feline mother. He also speaks differently, in a scratchy, purring tone with an oddly languid accent - his 'r's are often rolled into the sound of catlike happiness (Larrrkspurrr).
When Larkspur came of age, he left his adopted mother along with the rest of the kits, their solitary nature kicking in and driving each to find their own homesteads. Larkspur traveled in the wilds for a while, able to hunt more effectively in the winter when his coat camouflaged him with blankets of snow; summers were always hard though, and oftentimes he lived scavenging the kills of others, or even just the luck of a good hunting target.
Desired Rank: Doesn't really care about ranking, he just wants to have fun with friends
Current Rank: Warrior, sort of (or he will be once he's accepted)
Crush: None
Mate: None
Relatives and Pups: Nightshade (sister, deceased)
Pic: 
RP Example: Yada yada meow meow
With the face he made or with the fact that he still went around the other way the next time anyways?))
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