Celeste, The French Girl

[Doodles]

Name: Celeste Hermine ViMonte

Age: 1 1/2 years old

Sex: Female

Family:
Dam: Rosalie Marie LaBlanc
Sire: Pierre Vincent ViMonte
Granddam: Claire Madeline LeVonte
Grandsire: Adolphe Aldric LaBlanc
Granddam: Alice Colette LaVivle
Grandsire: Fernand Clovis ViMonte

Other Family
Maternal Aunts: Alette Diane LaBlanc, Danielle Eglantine LaBlanc
Maternal Uncles: Baptisite Davin LaBlanc, Edmond Percival LaBlanc
Paternal Aunts: Charlotte Isabelle ViMonte, Jacoline Elise ViMonte
Paternal Uncles: Alexandre Gautier ViMonte
Sisters: Clarisse Estelle ViMonte
Brothers: Lazare Nicodeme ViMonte, Mathis Maxence ViMonte

Personality: A princess in her own world, Celeste will only admire her own eyes instead of comforting a hurt soul. She isn't exactly mean, Celeste just doesn't know how to help others that aren't like her. A bit oblivious of the outer world Celeste believes that the whole world revolves around her beautiful head. Clever, untrusting, and snippy are also traits of this female. She knows how to fight, with words and strength, so she's well armed. Her guards are always up and the word "friend" doesn't slip out of her french accented mouth very often. Lashing daggers of words from her mouth could pierce the hearts of many but they sometimes defend another-but very rarely. This wolf just loves to stare at herself in frozen puddles or clear ones, but she avoids the muddy or algae covered lakes and pools of water. Her pet peeves are getting in the rain and getting her fur all soggy and drab, dirty fur, not looking as beautiful as she normally is, MUD, prettier wolves (she doesn't believe there is one), ugly wolves, and wolves that don't think she's pretty. Celeste will probably claw your ears of if you don't admire her beauty that she possesses. Her family will probably be the only wolves this beauty would talk about kindly and without a gossipy tone, they gave her that past princess rank. Males will always be her target of flirting even if they have mates--but she'll ease up if that's true--and she'll love a new mate even if the past two tried to forcebreed her. Celeste had actually thought that the experiences meant she was loved and wanted dearly.

Appearance: A frosty-white pelt of hers matches her attitude. Celeste's petite form just shows how slender and feminine her small, fragile-looking body is. Small paws with ebony claws are only used for walking, fighting, and eating some food that she killed. A fluffy tail can sometimes wrap around her neck like a feather boa when she is sitting down. Celeste's eyes are darkly-rimmed which exaggerates her sparkling, feminine, beautiful blue eyes. Her ebony nose can catch a whiff of a dirty wolf from miles away, probably because she wants to avoid them. Her lean build makes her attractive to herself and she'll flutter her eyes like butterfly wings at passing males as she poses her small and slender body. Celeste has pointed ears that are just barely curved so that she doesn't look like an elf and they are just as white as her body. Near her paws on her legs there are feathers that are cleaned whenever too much dirt gets on them to go over this princess's limits--which isn't much.

History: Her line is full of French wolves that had arranged, but happy marriages. Celeste was named because of her coat color, because the wolves in the Franc Pack loved white coats and Celeste meant divine. Her brothers; Lazare and Mathis, were gray just like their father, Pierre--who was strong and firm, which his sons inherited. Her only sister, Clarisse--who was prissy and shy--was ginger coated just like her maternal grandmother's coat. Celeste was the only one in the litter with her mother's white coat. Pierre, her father, was the King of the pack and Rosalie--who was kind and soft--her mother, was the Queen of the pack. Celeste and Clarisse lived as princesses while Lazare and Mathis were the princes of the pack. Before when she was a young pup she was all innocence and loved to help others and soothe the hurt and unvalued. Her bratty behavior began right from the day she was made a princess. Her sevant, Maria--who was a pushover--would bring her anything she wanted and do whatever she pleased--Maria had to please Celeste. Once she spied a male she found attractive, Whispering Winds, and Maria went off and got him from another pack of the Native American wolves--there were other cultures of wolves in the area: Italian, English, Polish, Russian, and the rest because the humans in the area had been killing too many of their species and they journeyed to the paradise that was free of them. In her private cave Celeste canoodled her love although she was young and Whispering Winds was forced to love her back. Soon Cheif Large Buck--who was firm and violent--of Whispering Wind's tribe found out about this Celeste's father was forced to give his daughter's love and her sister, Clarisse, to the tribe to stop a war. Her parents didn't punish her and Celeste realized she could get anything she want. There was one situation though when that didn't happen, the day when King Pierre and Queen Rosalie chose their remaining children and half of the pack to go off and form another pack of Francs. Celeste had a selected mate named Vincent who was a dashing silver wolf with almost violet eyes and was charming, kind, sensitive, and protective. Vincent was the best choice out of the many males for Celeste. The wolf and her fell in love and they bonded quickly and he would do anything for his queen, Celeste--queen of his heart. Celeste would always be beautiful to him and one day Vincent was consumed by his love for her and attempted a forcebreed when Celeste came into their cave. She had laid down next to him and all of the sudden she'd heard the deep breathing of her selected mate when she felt his weight on her back. Vincent had begun the mating but Celeste fought back and dashed away and another male found her. He was from an unknown pack called the Vevo Pack with no origin such as French. He was known as Talon and he offered her shelter for the chilly night she had found him...or the other way around. Celeste stayed with him for a little bit as their bond edged more and more together. Then Talon went off and told his friends of Celeste and they teased that he couldn't mate with her. So when Celeste laid down for the night she felt the same thing happen and she ran off-again--to Infinity. Those experiences didn't effect her for some reason--she actually thought it meant she was wanted a lot.

Roleplay Example: The white she-wolf raised her head to the sound of a sparrow’s call. Ah, the melodious song sunk into her happy soul and into her pricked ears. The melody was accompanied by a stream’s trickle, leaves rustling, and the sound of Amunet’s paws moving through the forest. Large, black paws crunched a few brown leaves that had wilted on the dirt covered ground beneath her huge feet. Amunet began humming a silly little tune her wonderful mother had taught her.

“Watch the leaves twirl,
Watching them whirl.
The creek trickles,
The water tickles.
Birds are singing,
My ears are ringing.
Spring is here,
Summer is near.
New pups are around,
Listen to their feet on the ground.
Smiles are seen,
Look at their sheen.”

Yes, it was a bit silly, but Amunet was filled with a bubbly feeling that made her smile with all of the things in spring. Ah, the elements were beautiful. The leaves were a light emerald, the rivers were the color of the sky, and you could hear the wonderful symphony of the songbirds. Music was the secret love of Amunet; she loved how her voice accompanied it and how its melodious, flowing waves drifted into her pricked, golden ears. Songs of different sorts raced through her head, for Amunet wanted to sing another. Finally one was found, and it was a more descriptive song.

“The frosty snow melts as the sun shimmers,
I watch the glassy, crystal snowflake as it glimmers.
A soft crack is made as I leave my trail behind,
Many thoughts are in my calmed mind.
I listen to those wondrous, singing birds,
I don’t know how their songs can’t be made of words.
Ah, the spirit of spring, oh how it sings,
Don’t you hear the song of the many springs?
I hear the melody,
Doesn’t somebody?
I’m singing the song of spring.
Oh how it can ring.”

Amunet finished with her beautiful voice still echoing a bit in the forest. Shyly, she looked around—hoping that no one saw or heard her song. Singing had been a hidden talent that she had only used when no company was around. She seemed to be alone—or so Amunet hoped. Her white ears remained pricked but she could only hear the birds, the leaves, and the stream.

Her white pelt was becoming boring to Amunet. To her white was just…plain, simple, regular, and boring—but not all of the time. Her white pelt was wonderful but she wanted to add some…pizzazz. Holding her ebony nose in the air Amunet sniffed out a berry bush. Joy rose up to her throat, making her sing out a happy note of success—the berries were blue, her favorite dying color! Ramming her currently white body against the leafy, berry-ridden bush the indigo berries quickly dropped to the grassy ground beneath her large paws. She dropped down and rolled in the berries as she felt the moisture of them seem into her fur. A puddle was in the distance, running over to the water, Amunet looked at her light, sapphire pelt. She was beautiful. The day was turning out quite wonderfully.

[Rivendell]

erm...here...is it...
I would appologize and whatever but I get this feeling, too little, too late. I appreciate the perserverence though, a lot of people would have given up. And if we can move over this instance (which I feel really embarassed and sorry about) hopefully we can have a good relationship and roleplay sometime. <3

Family
Mucho members! Do you think, with her close family, you could give us a little description about what they were like and who they were? :)

Personality
You did a really good job with what you gave us, really, but you didn't give us anything else about what kind of person she is. Like, does she love her family? Does she have any compassion to anyone she is close with? Is she capable of being close to someone? What does she like to do in her spare time? Stare at herself in a puddle? What doesn't she like to do? Get caught in the rain? Give us some more about who she is. Give likes and dislikes, because you can tell a lot about someone with that, too.

Appearance
I think you could expand a little, but I don't know how to tell you to fix that. Plus, I don't want to be a teacher giving back a paper with sentances underlined and a big "?" that leaves you going "What the hell does that mean?" So, I'll just tell you this: it feels rushed, if that helps any. :/

History
D: Where'd it go!? I love love love love LOVE reading histories. They are like stories about a wolf and can turn into true peices of fiction. Have you ever heard of a frame story? They give the frame of story, tell you what you need to know, and then go into the detailed part. You gave an excellent frame, but didn't leave any detail to have fun with. So, I would like you to go back and write her history. The history explains why she is what she is. Show her interacting with her family, her family forming her to who she is, the truely important parts of her life. Look at other accepted applictions to see what I am talking about.


So far, it looks GREAT. Just add what I asked and then we will be good to accept. <3

[Doodles]

I edited...I think it's better XD

[DragonHybrid]

*high fives Doodles* PERSISTANCE WINS OUT, 1:0 TO US

(seriously though, this is my real reason for posting: just skimming Celeste, is she/does she speak French, by any chance? *throws Dauh at her eagerly*)

sorry for the hijack, Chelsea. ilu :3

[Doodles]

French is her first language but she's knows English and she's "French" if a wolf could be XD but she's from like a long line of "French wolves" XD.

[DragonHybrid]

O: Do you speak French? This could be PERFECT opportunity for me to practice my writings <33

[Doodles]

No...not really, but I'll be able too once I rp her for a good time XD

[Rivendell]

*hugs Siki* You can be a welcoming comittee if you want to!


And, yes! That is a nice improvement! Just keep in mind that everything in a appliction fits together and is like a puzzle. Still seems a bit rushed, which is something to keep in mind in the future. ^^

Just a few things:
You still haven't described any of the family members... :/ It's nothing big at all, just a little bit of "He was a big strong wolf" and yadda yadda yadda
I'm also really confused about lineage now that the history is a little more played out. She's French, yes? Yet she is running around with a Native American? Maybe you could tell us how such different wolves got together in one place.


Keep rockin, it looks pretty good! :)

[Doodles]

I feel like one of those troubled kids who keep having the teachers read over their work but the teachers have to go over the work again, again, and again to finally make the essay or something okay. XD Well, I edited again.

[DragonHybrid]

Fantastique. Je l'aime.

We must practice our français on each other, oui? <3 Il serait bon pour quand je vais en France!

[Rivendell]

It was all eventually put in, so ACCEPTED. ^^

(Methinks Siki would love to roleplay with Celeste. :) )