| ╔ ——————————————— ╗ · -E U N I C E· ╚ ——————————————— ╝ ⇒ | 5 Years | Feminine | Leader | ⇐ One of the 50 Nereid's name :|: Fine Victory 
☾ Desired Role Satisfied ☾ Pack Pack One ☾ Breed "Dutch Ausky" Dutch Shepherd (32%) ♔ Siberian Husky (30%) ♔ Australian Shepherd (38%)   
☾ Appearance She stands at 23 inches, almost 2 feet (24 inches) With a rather fluffy coat gifted from her Siberian Husky heritage, shining heterochromia from her Australian Shepherd heritage, and a shorter fur length from her Dutch Shepherd heritage, you get Eunice and her not-as-thick fluffy coat. Her ears are surrounded by soft fur, standing straight up with alertness. Her pelt could most easily be compared to the texture of a Australian Shepherd’s, the coloring of a Dutch Shepherd, and the fur pattern of a Siberian Husky. She isn’t downright gorgeous, by any means, but her eyes sparkle with a certain gleam, and her pelt blends into the gloomier environments. Eunice doesn’t necessarily care for however her fur is, but she does care for the fact that during storming rains, she gets incredibly soaked. She occasionally wishes for the thinner coat that is more common among her Dutch Shepherd ancestors, but during colder winters, a fluffier pelt is generally helpful. During the summers she sheds quite a bit as too not completely melt and have a heat stroke under the burning hot sun. Her tail is a long, soft thing, the fur along it brushing. Her tail’s tip almost brushes the floor, and she thanks the gods all the time due to the fact. She would be incredibly slow and trip over the thing if it were any longer. The colors of her pelt flow freely, flashing out with ordinary browns, hazels, soft tawny, gingerbread, blacks, grays, cedar, whites and murky muds. Practically the common coats of Australian Shepherds, though with a side of her other mixed heritages. Her hind legs are bright, lighter browns, a tawny categorized color, going up to the flanks and warring with grays, whites, and blacks before fading altogether. The combination of the tawny and white forms a mellow color as the two reach into the depths of their territories. Her tail starts with a dark gray-tinged brown before gradually fading to a lighter white. Her front legs are pure white, the shoulders cresting out with silvers and overlapping with the stark white, a mottled pattern. It looks almost as if the entirety of her variety of colors is cut off by the silver and white guarding her front. Her back interchanges between a dark brown, black, cedar, and gingerbread, the colors meeting and clashing in a synchronized harmony. The base area of her tail towards her hindquarters is a hazel, bleeding with the dark gray-tinged brown of her tail. Her underside is dotted and streaked with grays and silvers, black sharpening into the base of white and paler brown. Other colors that can be considered mixes of her palette decorate the entirety, occasionally changing between seasons. Her pelt is sharpened with the pattern of a Dutch Shepherd, yet you can clearly see how her spinal areas are darker, the fur around her underbelly, snout, and legs lighter and more vibrant. Eunice’s paw pads are a browner color, though splashed and mixed with some pink. She has a deep gray nose, almost completely a black. Her lips are black, though thinner and not as visible under her fur. She has pearly fangs, sharp and cleaner than most due to gnawing on items such as sticks. She has brown colored ears, the tips darker than the beginning. Her face is sharper and more angular, her snout vicious for hunting and attacking. Eunice has sharp, smaller claws that scratch and scrape the floor for purchase. She has a rather athletic build, and is considerably an average height, though of course this always varies based off of breeds. Her cheeks are crown, though the fur around her eyes are black and gray swirls. You could compare those eyes to be in the midst of a hurricane, and that truly is what she could be considered. Her forehead is white and slopes down narrowly before enveloping her snout and entering the white and silver painting of her chest and neck. Her right eye is a startling blue, a common trait among the Siberian Husky. Her left is a deep brown, brightened into amber under the sun, courtesy of her Dutch Shepherd ancestors. In her eyes shout out her lies, showing fear when all she feels is rage, calm when sorrow is her only companion. They sparkle with wonder and awe as she guides you into the realm of stories. The duo of orbs also contain her heritage, though. The vivid blue that sees into you, the deep brown that shows her compassion, the two different colors of heterochromia. ☾ Laugh Her laughs are few and far between, but they aren't always genuine. Amidst her closest, most trusted comrades, her laughs come without the guarded feeling in her eyes, real and soothing. The actual warmth of the sound can spark surprise in some, eyes flicking up at the peculiar sound. Smirks and smiles are far different from her laughs, easier to fake and come across. Around those she doesn't know, it can seem as if it comes as easily as if they were one of her close friends, but laughing helps others open up, humor sparking together. She is a negotiator, and convincing others to get onto her side can be done with a laugh and a smile along with solid key points, though it is hardly ever that simple. ☾ Walking Gait Her gait is a swagger, a confident thing, built up over her life as she slowly opened her eyes to how most need to view you in order to believe your words. Her feet are quick and precise, moving lightly and stepping away quickly. She feels out the foor with a tap before stepping, an accidental thing she desperately hopes to get rid of. Yes it can help with being stealthier or feeling where you are, but after stepping on glass and shards and sharpened rocks that lightly bead out blood from her paw pads can be a tad bit disconcerting. ☾ Short Personality Dreamer · Rain Chaser · Lightning Truster · Thunder Dancer · Weather Predictor · Story-Teller · Lover · Convincing · Negotiator · Seasoned Guard · Trained Hunter · Liar · Sharp Memory · Loathes Betrayal · Rare Truster · Pessimist · Doesn’t Enjoy Sleep · Hard-Headed · Sarcastic · Straight-Forward · Observant · Street Smart · People Smart · Leader ☾ Personality A dreamer who enjoys racing the rain, sheltering under lightning, and dancing to thunder. She has a knack for sensing or occasionally predicting the weather, mainly based on guesses and isn't really always right. One of her closest comforts is the gloomy weather, or any weather indeed. She revels in the heat and the old, the wet and the parched, the thunderous and the silent. She chases it all willingly, yet with a sense of stoicy in her. Eunice is a lover at heart, though can be seen as a hardened shell ready to defend. Her abilities range from story-telling and being a sharp negotiator, to a seasoned guard and trained hunter. She weaves stories as if she were a skilled arachnid, each one only used a small handful of times. Eunice tells tales she has heard and has shifted into the way she enjoys it, or she creates the fantasy herself, a piece of artwork different than most tend to stick to. She sees almost everything she does the same way. A story waiting to unfold, a tapestry ready to be deciphered, a dance sequence building up into the finale. Her negotiations are stories, as are lies. You tell them and take on certain expressions to make it come alive. When she fights and hunts, she considers it a dance, like how she brightens under the downpours of rain and wind. Though she is the “negotiator,” Eunice has only a small group of those she trusts. It isn’t very fascinating or sophisticated by any means, but if she lets you into her inner circle, there’s a promise of rare laughter and uncommon sparks of humor in her eyes. It is rather bothersome to attempt to wriggle your way into her tight-knit group of those she trusts, even if the reward is a cunning and intelligent companion who trusts you, which is honestly nothing much. Those she believes are worthy of her trust have a look into her viewpoint and true, genuine personality. It may include a sarcastic, witty, cunning part of her, but it just reveals more depth into her. The absolute worst part of ever trusting her is that if you were to betray that trust or do something that were to warrant a removal of that trust, she would most definitely shut you out. Just the mere mention of the creature who would dare try to do that to her would cause a dark guard to flash up in her eyes, a smile forcibly frozen on her features. Eunice can close off easily just from one singular being. She can forget anything in the past that made her close to someone, and only remember the wrongdoings. She is a complex, eerie, discordant, yet soothing chord echoing throughout the valley with a storm gathering to play a part in the symphony. If the world was music and described through storms, she would be a bold and powerful song of hurricanes and tsunamis, a call to the wild and its green born children. Eunice has a tendency to describe things through something else, such as the description of a story being a journey of winding, twisting trails and woods. Like any story-teller, she enjoys passing them on during the darker hours of dusk, either using them to grasp the trust of others, or to give comfort to those she already trusts. Just the introductions of her stories can hook a traveler into her web of words. Some call her untrustworthy due to her stories of deceit and trickery, or lies and betrayal, but any tale of plot twists and unsuspected endings are cherished to her above all others, though she does take requests on occasions. Sleep is quite the treasure for this female, hard to take a hold of and snatch up. She doesn’t know why she cannot sleep, but it’s not that she necessarily doesn’t have the ability. It’s just that her viewpoint of sleep is procrastinating and being useless whilst asleep. Her fear of something important happening while her eyes are closed and sleep is overtaking her is irrational and powerful. If anyone were to be injured or anything with any importance taking place whilst she were asleep, Eunice would throw herself into tasks, training, and anything to make up for it, even if she were to be hurt during these events. Any exercising or physical activities that over-exert her are embraced with open arms. Eunice doesn't care whether she was to be thrown off a cliff as long as there was no other being suffering alongside her. If there was someone who deserved the pain, she would take it alongside them without hesitation or a flinch. She isn’t a reckless being, by any means. She’s a hard-headed, observant, seasoned warrior who knows when to be afraid and when to take risks. All in all, she’s a straight-forward, sarcastic, loving, convincing, dreamer story-teller. Some can’t always tell if she’s joking, if she’s being serious or possibly sarcastic. Eunice sees things others don’t tend to. Her story-telling skills grant this ability, as she knows what she wants to hear, and can clearly see if another is not doing well. Eunice asks the right questions and gives the right answers, albeit they can tend to be vague. She can give hints to certain results in which she had been planning, by mere mentions and such. Sometimes it can be irritating when others don’t exactly follow along, but it is how it is, and she cannot give herself away by displaying more of the viewpoint in which she stands. ☾ Strengths Intelligent| Her genuine breed has a higher intelligence, coming rather in handy and granting her a leverage of observance. Negotiating| Eunice has a soothing tone hidden beneath the depths of her usual sharp speech. She isn't a charismatic or flirtatious female, by any means, but she has a way of setting matters straight, tipping them ever so slightly in her favor. Cautious| She knows when to call for help. Majority of the time, she handles it herself or with a smaller group, but when she sounds her alarm, you know to check. ☾ Weaknesses Sarcastic| Some days others just don't want to deal with her snappy retorts, defensive and guarded. She can be most sarcastic around those she trusts deeply. High Energy| Her breed specifies for higher energy and needing more exercise, a day without doing anything resulting in a skittish and slightly irritable canine with sharp fangs ready to snap down. Self-Loathing| Though she can be a confident and intelligent creature, Eunice truly doesn't hold any caring feelings for herself or her heritage, though most cannot fathom why she dislikes something petty such as her bloodline. ☾ Likes Gloomy Weather| The rain and lightning are just melodies in her ears, though she knows fully well how dangerous storms can truly be, but a few dark clouds usually don't bit too hard. Mud| Slipping and sliding in the mud is quite enjoyable, especially when it flakes off and the weight seems to lessen considerably off of your shoulders. Telling Stories| Eunice has a talent for weaving together fantasies and stories, her eyes alight in genuine joy, though sometimes she can get a bit sidetracked and lose the plot and organization in the story. ☾ Dislikes Strong Breezes| The cold she can deal with, the rain she can deal with, lightning? Not a problem, but as soon as the breezes pick up and pillow into her skin, the shivers truly rake down her back. Disrespect| She grants respect to all, but as soon as one does something that warrants a removal of that respect, she takes it away and raises her nose at them indelicately. Her Collar| The tattered green-shaded accessory bothers her to no end. By now it is in shreds, and she is closing in on ripping off the remnant of her past, even though she loves the color. (the theme of this form) ☾ Reputation A resilient and straightforward leader with a small band of trusted comrades. She isn't one to be trifled with, and is a defensive character to outsiders. Though still strict and somber around her pack members, she is also motherly towards them, protective in all rights. Some nomads and members of the other pack may know her personality as sharp, convincing, negotiable, calculated, or possibly may have come across her "humorful" acted self, maybe even the sarcastic part of her. ☾ Affiliations TBA - PM me (Pack One; Pack Two if they have crossed paths) Name | Role Pack | Relationship nickname description Dandelion| Pack One Deputy| Trusted Companion "(Little) Lion" She will forever trust him and be a protective one, their first encounter involving a coyote about its hunt. Eunice consistently teases the terrior about the fact that he's shorter than her. You could consider the two a combination of a brother-sister duo, tight-knit companions, and competitive friends. She berates him for his opinion and help on even the smallest matters, trusting his viewpoint utterly. Eunice is incredibly sarcastic around him and teases him relentlessly, though knows not to overstep him boundaries she learned were built up over their time together. Her little nickname for him, "Lion," is used by all, though she still feels a spark of jealousy if one were to call him that. He's also her "older brother" figure, and sure acts like it as well. Eunice feels confident that she has him to lean on should she need it, and she full-heartedly believes that if he had any burdens, even the weight of the world on his shoulders, she would take it. ☾ Theme Song(s) Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin ☾ Other She has a love for playing games such as hiding and seeking, wrestling, races, and more. Anything to get rid of those high energy jitters, as she needs much exercise and physical activities to keep her mind on task. Dividers by RariDecor @DA |
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