Name:
Marylyn

Age:
5 years

Gender:
Female

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Appearance:

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Marylyn is an average sized wolf, who stands at just about 2'5ft tall. She has a relatively dense body to help support her heavy wings.

Mar has long fur, which is particularly fluffy around her neck & chest. She has long, curled fur on her cheeks, and tufted ears. One tuft is a little floppy, as her left ear is torn.
Her pelt is a light, creamy colour, coated with a pale, bloody red around her chest, cheeks and legs. A dark, gray-brown covers her topside, tail, and lightly touches her paws and ears.
A deep gray mask wraps around the front of her face & tufts, perfectly framing her striking light eyes.
Marylyns patterning very closely resembles the feathers of a bearded vulture

Her wings are large and dense, requiring a heavy push to take off, but extremely capable of carrying her through the air effectively. The feathers fade into her dark gray saddle, and have gentle light barring.

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Personality:
Stubborn and headstrong, Marylyn is difficult to get along with. She is extremely work-motivated, and once her mind is set on doing something a specific way, she will take absolutely no one elses input.
Easily frustrated, Mar can clash with wolves who's opinions differ from her own. As much as she wants to help the pack as much as possible, she can be quite harsh on her packmates, especially if she thinks they are acting foolishly.
She has a hard time interpreting others emotions, which makes her a little ignorant to how her actions & attitude effects them.

Despite everything, Marylyn is fiercely protective of those she cares about, and has a close bond with her family. She'll never be sweet or bubbly, but Mar will always make it clear she cares. Even if it's just in her own way.

Role:
Hunter

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Background:

Marylyn has lived a good life, raised alongside her sister Mireille. She holds those she has grown up with very dearly, and has vowed to always put her family first in any situation. It's only fair
Mar used to be a reckless flier, resulting in her tearing an ear on a low-hanging branch when she was young. It's still kinda embarassing