Marie Mangeur

[Lirriel]

Marie Mangeur

“To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art.”
― François de La Rochefoucauld

NAME: Marie Mangeur

GENDER: Female

AGE: Three

COAT COLOR: A base of pale cream that curdles into a sun-bleached fawn, ticked with whites to lend a frosted appearance.

EYE COLOR: Pale Grey

MARKINGS/SCARS: She is mostly unmarked, her only blemishes the typical scratches and scrapes commonly earned as a romping pup.

SIZE/BUILD: Being of the northlands, there is a distinct shagginess to her pelt, shabby in the summer and fluffy in the winter. She stands of a common enough height for a she-wolf, and she carries herself with a poise befitting royalty. She is surefooted and fleet, though she lacks raw power; instead, most of her time and efforts have gone into acrobatics, allowing her to leap obstacles normally considered impassable and to touch the sky while bringing down the great eagles that circle above.

BIRTHPLACE: Everbane Mountain

PACK: Loner

BRIEF PERSONALITY: Marie has been a devourer of life for as long as she can remember. A true gourmet, she wanders throughout the lands, greedily snapping up the delectable dishes that are set before her – despite being a carnivore, she has trained her palate to accept a number of berries and fruits. And, during one of her dalliances, she happened to discover the joy of fermented fruit. In her mind, the only thing better than a good meal is a good meal paired with a good story – and so she has learned to loosen lips and wag tongues.

Her distended desires have led to the cultivating of a personality that is sickly sweet, a syrupy concoction that clings to the throat and threatens the swarming of flies. This openness is backed by a boldness that knows no bounds – and there is a distinct luck that swirls around her, for surely some sort of god must have taken a liking to her, to allow her to live as long as she has with such reckless abandon running through her veins.

She is in many aspects a wolf of true neutrality; concerned only with her own politics, she swallows her counsel as easily as she might slurp the yolk from a dribbling egg. Bargains are formed, friends are made – but when it comes down to it, she is the only one that matters in the world. This mercurial apathy has led many a wolf to be driven from her side, whether in a fit of rage, sorrow, or fear – because surely some must fear her and her appetite that threatens to engulf the world.

But that is nothing she concerns herself with; she only cares for the next meal, the next story, the next succulent consumption that fills her belly and her mind.

SEXUALITY: Pansexual Grey-romantic

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Kenren]

Accepted!