Ethel Hartinia Daementri

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Full name: Ethel Hartinia Daementri
Hourglass: 14 months (1 year and 2 months)
Sex: Demoness
Species: Dark Decentral

Parents: Dead.
Siblings: Eaten.
Mate: Nope.
Pups: Nada.
Crush: Maybe?


|x| Description |x|

Small, well-packed frame supported by flimsy, yet sturdy appendages. Each perfectly lined with a well placed bone structure. Paws are rounded to perfection, with a slightly bigger dew claw, due to her father's genes. A perfectly fluffed plumage dangles from behind, not to fluffy, yet not to skinny either. That is due to her mother's finer genes. Atop a flimsy, though sturdy neck frame, lays the lithe form of her cranium. Equipped with perfectly rounded occulia, both trained with equal good peripheral vision stats. That, was also from her mother's genes. Inside her small, staunt muzzle, belies the cave of sharpened pearls. 45, to be exact, perfectly aligned enamels, curved and ready for a good tearing. The odd number was from her father, as he had extra teeth. With pulled auditories, and perfectly shaped talons, Ethel Hartinia Daementri is surely a wonderous battle companion, along with a dangerous foe.


|x| History |x|

The history of Ethel is something most rarely gets to hear. A bloodied past, which was slurred to nothing than a red haze. To start off the hellbent past, Daementri was born into a royal family (hence the name Hartinia). Being the last Heiress of the Hartinia Breu, Ethel had it easy, you could say. She was treated like royalty, talked to like royalty. Males came forth to her, hoping to be the lucky Groom. Unlike the normal "not-wanting-to-be-treated-like-a-princess" scene, Ethel took this quiet patiently. But, none of the males seemed right for her. Years, and years, this turmoil kept coming. It was like a never-ending cycle. Until April 15. Thats where all hell went loose.

A rogue group from far away lands came, and attacked the Kingdom. The five leaders of the Hartinia Breu, two of which happened to be Ethel's, and the rest of her sibling's parents, were the first to go. Quickly as that. Everyone else soon fell in after. Her, along with her other brothers and sisters, watched in waking terror at the bloody massacre. Wolves of all sizes were falling. Some old, some young. A good friend of Ethel even died right infront of her. "Vaht are we doing here!?" cried the youngest of them. Brevor. His name would always stick with Ethel. She turned to face him, the stare blank. In just a few milliseconds, Brevor was dead, his murder on top of him. It didn't take Ethel no more than a few minutes to get up, and rolling. The rest of her siblings ran after her, leaving the hellish scene. It was days.. before they found the end to nowhere.

Many months later, all the pups had turned to five months. Ethel grew more and more bitter towards them, finding their company annoying in prescence. Occasionally, she would leave them purposely, but only be found hours later. This pissed Ethel to the breaking point. In outrage, she killed each one with a blow to the neck. Blood tainted her fur. Filled her mouth. Colored her lips. She couldn't get enough of the flavor. Before leaving them to the scavengers, Ethel ate them. Inside, out. Devoured each of their organs. 'Til they were nothing more than meager bones in the dust. And, thats where she left them.

A whole year past, but the pup hasn't found its home yet. Until, venturing out from beyond Hartinia Breu's Radien, another world. Full of vibrant beings, and overgrown shrooms. She wandered this world for few weeks at a time, until she came across the pack of Cryptic Vestige. Now, being their Bellator, a trainee, and soon to be friend, has this pup had it all? Or will it crumble, like her last family.

|x| Personality |x|

A hardened expression that never changes, Ethel is quite hard to get under. Her thick skin being impossible to penetrate, she's often found in the back of the group, hiding in the shadows. Mostly, everyone tends to avoid her because of this. It's quite hard to get the fae to speakm as well. Haven't opening her mouth in the past year, she often talks through body language. Occasionally, her tone would slip, and she would say few sentences at a time. But she keeps her thoughts to herself. Her british tone remains hidden behind the closed doors of her mouth.

|x| Strengths and weakness |x|

Ethel's main strength is in surprise. If given the chance, she could have an adult wolf pinned to the ground, whilst her jaw latched upon another. With her flexible frame, she's also good in acrobatics, able to bend and stretch in godforsakken ways. Equipped with an excellent bone structure, long distance running is another of her strengths. She's able to keep up with most prey (wolves) without breaking a sweat. Her main weakness, though, is being the second to attack. She's rather an assissan, than a soldier. But that doesn't mean the pup won't break your leg while trying to reach the jugular.

(More will come, be patient darlin's. o3o )