Flower Child grew up in a meadow surrounded by orchids, daisies and many other flowers. Her parents were herbalists and gently used the plants for healing potions and remedies. She was taught to nurture things from a young age and always had a heart of gold, even when her parents were killed from an unfortunate run-in with a potent new mixture her father had been trying. This saddened her greatly, though she remembered promising them both as she tried to heal them that, should they no longer be able to look after her, she would continue their work and be generous to those she met along the way. Nights were often long and hard, but she loved healing the sick rabbits and other woodland creatures that came to her, some even staying for a little while. Those moments she cherished most, for the shadows seemed to recede as she sung with the birds and rolled around with the badgers. Often foxes would come by as well and other predators, though they understood that while they remained there, the other animals were off-limits to eat or hurt. A few alliances sprung from this, much to her delight.

And sometimes, when the days could not feel bright at all, her parents visited her in her dreams. Whether it was her own imagination or a more powerful reason, she woke up stronger after that, braving each new challenge with a smile on her face and a slight jump in her step. With each passing day she discovered a new herb or cross-planted a new hybrid that helped different injuries depending on how they were applied. Her knowledge grew as did her emotional capabilities, protective of anything that went under her care and watchful eye. Her meadow flourished from the gentle care she gave it and she became a true "Flower Child" in the process, always blooming and reaching out her petals to those struggling in the dark below her. Even now, she walks amongst the daisies with her adornment of flowers as she seeks out any injured, cast-off critters that she could take home and love

ace paused, a snarl ripping from his throat. The hunger in his eyes for the hunters death held in the air, almost so thick you could see it in the shadowy forest. The hunter adjusted his rifle, turning away from the still bodies of aces` family. Smirking as the gun trained on him, the wolf flicked his red bangs back, the haunting scarlet eyes almost glowing with anticipation. He would not cower from any challenge and this would not be a regret he would carry for the rest of his life. His ears twitched as he waited, the click of the gun registering through the silent area. Once he had his movements planned out, he leaped to the side suddenly, weaving around the man as he tried to distract them. The guy was lucky to be alone; no other witnesses to disrupt his hunt.

There is no turning back, ace thought to himself as the hunter tried to track him, shooting at a random. His poor night vision would cost him dearly. Rushing up, the haunting grin still plastered on his face, ace struck a blow to their throat and heard the gagging noise soon be cut off. Silence again filtered through the forest as the wolf licked his blood-soaked paw, white teeth flashing in the moonlight. Then he ran off.

That battle was one of many. ace never backed down from a challenge and often beat the odds by managing to win through the skin of his neck, obliterating all that opposed him, the manic gleam always in his eyes right before the scarlet flashed through the sky in a downpour

personality: N/A (havent figured it completly out yet)