Description

Description:
Crimson weighs in at 132 lbs. and stands at 5'2", a height that is a bit short for her age, hence her nickname being "Little Red". Her dark brown eyes always seem to have some sort of dark edge to them, her irises almost like an endless abyss to those that look at her, giving her an ominous look. Her face is a cute, heart shaped one, small freckles dotting her cheek here and there. Her build, though her height small, is strong, her shoulders broad, her skinny body also giving her a lean appearance.

Name: Crimson Marie Jace
Nickname: Little Red
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Power: Radar, in a way. Basically, anything that is within thirty miles of her, she'll be able to tell where the being or object is, and what they are.
Pack Russian Pack
Rank Regular Pack Member

Personality

Personality:
Normally, one would find that Crimson is a cruel, ruthless being that most would fear. In some ways, this is the absolute truth. But, as all know, there are things that are hidden about Crimson. Though she may seem all tough and hard on the outside, she has recently been feeling other things, becoming softer, one could say. After the events with the members of the Chicago Pack, Crimson has begun to think past her savage side, and has began to become slightly kind, though she would never reveal this to her pack mates. Though this is only a small part of her, she is, like mentioned before, a cruel, mean person. If you anger her, you should know for sure that there is definitely something for you to fear.

Crush: Not at the moment.
Mate: In the future.(:
Likes:
Rainy Days
Cold weather
Being in wolf form
Her pack mates
Inflicting pain on those who deserve it
Solving Puzzles
Day Dreaming
Dislikes:
Hot weather
Those that are weak
Those outside of her pack
Pointless objectives
History: Will be revealed in roleplay.
Other:

The night was cool, the wind blowing through the trees as silent as a ghost, sending a chill down Crimson's spine. "Come on Little Red....the boss wants us." The gruff voice said, a pack mate. She turned, nodding, for she, too, had heard the call of their Alpha. Only recently she had been thinking of the encounter with the other pack, thinking of those they had slaughtered without a second thought. But now, now it was returning to her. Now, she was having that second thought. Usually, she didn't care who was killed and in what way, but as they had made their way away from the stranger wolves, she had heard the mournful cries of the pack, and had felt something, though very faint.

Now, as she ran through the woods of this area, no longer a young woman, but rather as a large wolf. Her dark eyes lay trained ahead of her as her black coat ruffled with the movement of the wind around her body. Her thoughts confused and split, Crimson wasn't sure what to expect anymore, wasn't always sure if her alliances were in the right place. But at the moment, it wasn't like she had much room to argue, for she knew in her heart that if she mentioned this confusion, she would find herself in deep, deep trouble with the Alpha. And after current events, Crimson wasn't sure that being in a situation like that would be very good for her.