.:HARLEQUIN:.

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title
harlequin but to my loves im harlee
years
seven hundred and ninety six years young
chromosomes
XX as in female darling
creation
lycan
blood
alaskan malamute on both sides
hue
an obsidian blanket covers over half of my alabaster base
measure
four feet even without the heels
mindset
not many have the chance to look into this mind so glean as much information as you can from this small peek into a world a chaos and confusion where nothing is as it seems. such a girl as this is not the dark, brooding type. she is more of a sadistic joker. cheeky as they come and with a mean streak a mile long. when in a good mood she can be blunt, rude, cheeky, and stubborn. when in a bad mood....lets just say you dont want to be around harlequin in a bad mood. some say that this girl got more then her share of intelligence along with an overdose of sarcasm. the one thing she lacks the most is common sense. this darling doesnt know when to stop. there doesnt seem to be any line she wont cross...but one never knows. one thing about harlequin is that she learned at an early age to control her temper. not completely, no that isnt possible. but she became immune, for the most part, to things that would set another lycan off. this is not to say she doesnt have mood swings, because she does. she just reacts to different things then most. something that would seem completely harmless and boring to any other of her kind will push her off the deep end. its a fine line she walks, between calm and rage. anything could set her off. anything except the most obvious things that is.
artwork
the first thing that captures the attention about harlequin is the three parallel scars that run diagonally across the left side of her skull. the first starts at her tattered ear then runs down onto her muzzle. the second starts just below the first and slides right through her left eye leaving a thin white line through it and ends just below the first one. the last scar starts at the corner of her maw pulling it into a perpetual grin. it moves up over her maw to end below its mates. she is very very touchy about the scars. the second thing one notices is the eyes. deep riveting gold with small flecks of aqua and emerald around the dark pupil. strangely enough the scar does not effect her vision for the most part. there is a blurry line across the vision in that eye but nothing more. she was very lucky. being a mere four feet at the shoulder, harlequin is rather small, she is fast though and holds a formidable set of fangs in her massive jaws. because of her size she relies on stealth and speed more then strength. you wouldnt believe it possible, what with the stark contrast in her coat, but she has a way of melting into the background so as not to be seen so easily. though her coloring is not so obvious since the alabaster is often coated in a layer of filth and grime. its not that harlequin likes being dirty. no, the opposite in fact. but it makes for better camouflage then her normal alabaster and onyx hue. beneath this shaggy display muscles work to keep her moving like a well oiled machine.

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