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Vitals

Full Name: Octavia Ela Doe
Gender: Vixen
Age: three years and a half.
Species: Arctic Fox { Vulpes Lagopus}

Appearance: This vixen is all about grooming. Her lushing sleek white fur is well kept, with a fretting tongue smoothing any bushy bits. His face is thin and sleek, with a small puff to her cheeks. She is high and dainty, walking like she rules everywhere and everything. Her ears are perfectly kept on her head, not nicks nor scratches to be found. Her tail is a plume, kept but still bushy like most. With her nose and eyerims as black and coal, her eyes are the center of her beauty. Octavia's eyes are two different colours. The right a deep brown, like freshly made chocolate. The other a piercing blue, like the ice that chill your core. She is petite but not small, her legs perfect for running gracefully.

The Heart

Personality:Octavia Ela Doe. It sounds fancy, like a grand manor. And this is what this little vixen wants to be. Her words come out like icy, a small smirk set upon her lips. She makes most feel inferior, like she is an ice queen and you are but scum between her claws. Her heart is hard, no feelings of love pass into it. But that does not mean she can fool you that she loves you. Octavia will play everything, fussing about some and showing off to others. She knows how to get into the good of people. This vixen just wants comfort and a high place to sit and watch, as other foxes work to the brink to keep themselves alive. Not once has she got herself mucky, 'dat is for de veek!' as she puts it. With her smirk and high-pitched laugh, she is not one to be trusted. You may think she is trustful, but in the flick of a tail she has betrayed you to everyone. She watches her step and her gaze, watching for any goal. Watch how you act, or a trap might be snared.
Virtues and Skills: Wise with words and voice, she can either sing you to her bidding or talk her way to it. She is an amazing actress, and can carry on her little plays for months. A sneaky and cunning girl.
Faults and Weaknesses: She is terrified of death and being low ranked. She craves the need to be worshiped, which could lead to her down fall. She is spooked easily and finds it hard to protect herself when it is not with words. She can be played easily too, like a freshing tuned violin.

The Bygones

Brief Bio: All of her ancestors were posh. They did not find the way of life difficult, with amazing skills and ways. This rubbed off on the Ela Doe family, with their newly born pup. But when the illness spread and they fled, hardships crunched down on them. Octavia was raised still believing they were at their prime time, that everyone should worship her ways. She was spoiled rotten until two years of age, when she was cast out with her brother. They wandered for a few weeks, until they found a gang of foxes. Quickly and quietly she bounded up the ranks and became the queen. She stayed there until three years, when she departed their ranks, after a certain 'trying to get into her den' incident with a certain male. She searched for her families old home and discovered it, free of illness and brand new for her ways. Time to rule another empire.
Family Relations: She has not heard of her family for about half a year. Nor does she care.

Roleplay Sample
Octavia huffed, narrowing her eyes. Mud. She had just stepped in mud. Lifting up her paw, she examined the damage. Disgusting! Her paw was covered in the foul substance and was starting to smell horrid. Shaking her paw, she managed to get the majority of the substance off. Cocking her head and sniffing the air, she tried to locate the nearest stream. The scent of fresh water and fish drifted into her nose and she started to hobble towards it, keeping her disgusting paw held highly in the air. When she reached the stream, which was rather large, she immediately sloshed her paw into the running water. With a satisfied groan she swished it around, cleaning it slowly but surely. The vixen raised her paw back out and started to lick it, the horrid smell clogging up her nose and the taste making her gag. When she was done, Octavia have her paw the once over. It seemed clean enough and wasn't smelling as bad as before. "Oui, done." She whispered to herself, closing her eyes and letting the mid-day sun soak her.

{ I apologize for the shortness, I am very rushed!}

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