Bansee
Nickname: none
Age: 3 seasons
Breed: Tundra, Rocky Mountain wolf
Length �?5.8 feet
Height �?3.5 feet
Weight �?91 lbs
Color: Ebony
eye color: Emerald
scars/birthmarks: none
Demoness: Simak
Demon: Dune
siblings: Sorrow, Mandolin (dead), Gellon & Methen
Mate: none, not looking
pups: none
Personality �?Flirtatious, cruel, manipulative and yet it can turn as unpredictably as thinning ice in spring. Her strong will is hard to break, though to get her way she will bend and weave her words even the most flexible of snakes would find hard and her tongue is as sharp with words as a broken peace of flint. Her general attitude she bent around seducing males and wheedling what she wants out of them. One of her hobbies is to get through as many males as she can in one year and get rid of them all before winter she has yet to have any pups and she intends not to have them until she finds the best male she can, or one that would hurt Sorrow more then she already has done. She’s also a rather foul tempered hound often holding grudges for what most wolves would think pointless to make a grudge over and when she deals with her grudges she has her vengeance cold, though warmed with blood and tears. She will happily disregard the wishes of her family and “friends�? to her they are nothing but things to take from and use to get places in life.
place of birth: Loden Graveyard
History �?Bansee was the third eldest out of the litter, first to willingly harm her sibling, second to leave the pack, first to get a mate and first to leave it standing in the cold snow confused and heart broken. While a pup she was more interested in real fighting then play, often drawing blood from her siblings even though she didn’t intend to, she had a hard time controlling herself and it often cause concern to her parents. But as they do they loved her just the same, but they thanked Sorrow more then Bansee, though she didn’t see why as she tried to help as well Sorrow just succeeded more and at least Bansee actually learnt all she could from the wench that kept taking to them. She was never sure why they all called her wench, hound and other unnecessary names, she was just very friendly with the males and wanting the alphess position. Didn’t every one? If listening to her elders was bad then she wouldn’t do it any longer, as soon as she did as she was told they again started getting angry with her so she went quiet for the first year of her life. Though when she became an adult she immediately started talking to the males, only giving cold words and insult to the females, causing hatred and fights to start. They would of forced her out earlier but she was such a good hunter that it would of hurt more then it would of helped, so the decided to wait until a near enough even hunter to her came along.