Username: ~☾☆Tԋҽ Mσσɳ Gαȥҽɾ☆☾~
Kennel Number: 17
Species and/or Breed: Hedgehog
Use: I'm collecting unique feral hedgehog chars for a personal use only story
I intend on figuring out at some point and she looks perfect for the mother of
the two main characters I have. I also love her design, her colors are so gentle and
work really well together.
Name: Beatrice
Gender: Female
Age: 37 (human years)
Personality: Beatrice is one no nonsense lady, always wanting everything
to be as efficient as possible and simply cannot tolerate laziness or messiness.
She is described by many as an air of grace in all she does, even making her rock
collecting look like an elegant dance. Even with this in mind, she has an extremely
difficult time expressing deep emotions to others, and wears the reputation of her
always poised nature as a mask to hide her many worries and concerns from her children
and the community. As she is in reality, a very sensitive hedgehog that often pushes
herself too hard to keep her perceived image strong. To release her bottled emotions
she paints and goes on walks to peacefully reflect away from any distractions, sometimes
it helps tremendously, others time not. Although she has a great emotional distance from
everyone, she tries to spend as much quality time as possible with her family, and loves
teaching others new things.
History: Beatrice came from a wealthy family, who were
direct descendants from a famous duke. She was raised in the shadows
of her two older brothers that were to take over and continue the family legacy,
and was considered nothing more than a pretty face to flaunt their family
superiority to her mother and father. She naturally despised it, as did her energetic
little sister, who became her best friend.
When the two sisters became adults, they together left their
family estate and few friends in order to search for their
own sense of worth. They traveled for years to their heart's content,
going on many rash and daring adventures until they finally saw it fit
that they both settle down in a rural community for now and humble
themselves. They both soon got married, and have remained there, a
place a whole ocean away from their old home, to this very day.
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Birthday: January 27th
Likes: Pumpkin Spice Tea, Painting, Sycamore
trees, Moss, Barley, Rocks, Bluebell flowers
Dislikes:Clouds, Crickets, Watermelons, Pine needles.
Current Hopes/Dreams: To teach her children how to paint, Finish her rock collection,
Get a good green
thumb paw so she can grow
her own food over going to the market every week, Revisit her
hometown someday.
Family:Mother - Nola
Father - Cillian
Sister(s) - Kaitlin
Brother(s) - Finn, Gilbert
Husband - Quinn
Daughter(s) - Mosa
Son(s) - Noiten
Mini Story:It was supposed to be a calm, peaceful day for Beatrice. So why did she feel like something was off? She was on her way back to her log cabin home, carrying a few leaves of basil and parsley in her mouth, for what would a mighty fine stew be without them?
As she strode past, she had heard a familiar call of her name from the fields to her left.
"Oi! Beatrice!"
She turned her head towards the sound, it was only her neighbor Farmer Rowan, but he wore a very concerned look on his brown muzzle.
"Is everything alright?" Beatrice asked after placing the leaves down for a moment.
"Oh everything's fine with me, Ma'am. I just heard yer little daughter cryin' loud moments ago, sounded real distressed I tell ya."
Beatrice felt her blood pressure rising; she knew it, something was wrong. "Thank you, I'll check on her right away." She replied briskly, forcing her voice to remain level and at peace. She gave a brief respectful nod to the old farmer, quickly snatched up her belongings, and rushed straight home.
She saw her daughter curled up on the ancient patio chair, every other breath of Mosa's ended sharply in a hushed sob,
it seemed like she hadn't even noticed her mother's presence yet. Beatrice gave a deep sigh of relief, at least the worst case scenario could leave her head, Mosa seemed perfectly safe. Beatrice placed the herbs in a small basket next to the door and went to comfort the poor thing.
"My dear, what has gotten you so upset? Rowan just told me he could hear you from nearly half a mile away..." She spoke very gently, stroking the short forest green quills of her child with her paws.
"M-mother!" Mosa's tiny voice choked out, still refusing to uncurl and look at her in the eyes, "I'm so sorry! I'm-" She burst into tears again.
Beatrice still remained calm, "If you are not in the state to tell me what's wrong, can I ask your brother? Surely he must know what happened."
"NO!" Mosa shouted, "He's gone, Mother! He-"
Beatrice felt her heart stiffen.
No, Noiten is alright, he's not- she refused to believe it, "What? Please, tell me, I won't blame you."
Mosa lied there for a long moment, eventually lifting up her head
just enough for Beatrice to see that her face looked like it was dunked
in water with how tear drenched she looked. Her words couldn't have come out more serious,
"He ran away."
Notherround