"My heart's gone bad, now it won't beat for you
You had your laugh, now I won't play the fool
I've lied for you, and I liked it too
But I'm black and blue, from bleedin' for you."Name: Helle
Nicknames: Elle, & El
Age: 4 years
Gender: female
Rank: Scout
Desired Rank: Beta/Alpha
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: Open
Current Mate: Looking/Open
Past Mate(s): None
Offspring: none
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positive traits; Orderly, elegant, firm
neutral traits; Placid, artful, stern
negative traits; Grim, coarse, dissolute
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One would probably expect a more intimidating or beautiful wolf to be the daughter of an alpha pair, but scars aside, Helle is neither. Now, that's not to say she's not pretty, it's just not in the normal way one would consider it. She's the average size of a wolf, about two feet seven inches at the shoulder, and weighing in at about ninety-eight pounds. The fur that covers her body is a rich dark red-brown, with lighter and darker tufts here and there. Her two front paws are splashed with white, much like her lower jaw, cheeks, throat, chest, belly, and tail tip. These markings she gets from the small amount of dog heritage that runs through her veins. Her most unique trait though is her eyes, which are a jaw-dropping silvered gray. They shine like stars and at the best - or worst - of times seem to dagger you into place. As previously stated Helle has a collection of scars, most are hidden by her fur but a few stand out. One stretches across her muzzle, marring her beautiful face. Another crosses over her back a few inches below her shoulders, after an incident with a cougar. The last is on her right foreleg, just below the front of her elbow.
Helle was born with privilege, as the oldest pup of the alpha pair, Helle was doted upon by the pack along with her younger siblings. Of course, all puppies were doted on, but Helle seemed to thrive under the attention, and it seemed in her mind that her siblings were - for some reason - unable to have fun unless they were causing trouble. Which led Helle to lead her siblings and other pups out on excursions, and while thankfully nothing terrible happened, they all got a tongue lashing when they got back. That being said, she wasn't born during a time of peace. Her parents were battling against a neighboring pack, who was led by one of her Relatives, Whisper. By the time Helle was two years old, the infrequent battles and border skirmishes had turned into an all-out war. Many of her pack-mates had been lost to the war, though to be fair so had many of Whispers pack.
Just six months after being considered an adult in her pack, Helle found herself locked in battle with Whisper. The following battle was ferocious and bloody. In the end, Whisper retreated, calling her pack to her, and left the forest. Helle had rejoiced, not knowing that her young brother Vern had died. Vern's mate, Adina reacted poorly and in her grief blamed Helle, and her parents, despite the fact it was one of Whispers pack that had killed him. Adina left never to be seen again. When she was three years old, her parents announced that they were retiring and that Silva, the youngest of their litter would be their heir. While Helle disliked the thought of the meek Silva becoming Alpha, she figured that someone not as battle-hungry leading the pack would help the pack heal. That being said, a few months afterward, Silva had apparently feared that Helle would try to stage a coup and exiled her older sister. Though angry, she did as requested and left the pack without a fight.
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Friends:
Open
Enemies/Rivals:
Open
Parents:
Zena & Aragorn
Siblings:
Vern & Silva
Open for more
Other Kin:
Open
Scent:
Cedarwood & Thyme
Voice Claim:
Shay Mitchell
Playlist:
Walks Could Talk - Halsey, Nico Collins
Jokes on you - Charlotte Lawrence
Angry too - Lola Blanc
6:00 - Grandson
Twisted - MISSIO
u love u - blackbear, Tate McRae
|Breed Status|Grey wolf - 70%
Red wolf - 20%
Utonagan - 10%