Nysa

[Mama]

_{Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?}

LILITH'S LOVER

Name: Nysa
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Breed: Mexican x Arctic wolf

_{Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.}

Pack: --
Rank: Loner
Location: Genskir Forest

_{Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.}

Appearance
Nysa isn't a particularly threatening wolf. She's average size, average, weight... all and all, you wouldn't take notice of her if it weren't for her mouth.
Her fur is a warm caramel color on top and fades to a sandy white on her belly and chest. Her muzzle and extremities are all a pale gold color. Her eyes are a bright yellow. If you had to saw what she looked like on first glance, she'd look like a butterscotch figurine.
The only thing worth mentioning about her appearance is her thick neck and chest fur, thanks to her breeding. She's kind of proud of it.

_{Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.}

Personality
On the thin line between insanity and genius, Nysa tends to lean towards efficient. To her, if it is a means to the end she desires, she will use it. However, don't confuse her with someone cruel. Usually, her end is relatively peaceful. She's very generous and extremely kind. Her methods, however, are often blunt and ugly.
An orphan puppy's being bullied by a brute? Kill the brute and feed it to the puppy. Two birds, one stone... it makes sense in her head, anyway.
Some say Nysa has issues. That wouldn't be wrong. She's so often caught up in her plans (which are often very unorganized and usually just spur-of-the-moment desires) that she becomes easily distracted. Her forward nature also makes her very easy to manipulate, while her natural honest makes her a prime target for the craftier sort of evil.
When it comes to her moral standards, she doesn't have any. Right and wrong revolve around surviving and the profit an action could result in. Slaughtering a herd of deer to prove you're a badass? She'd probably beat the hell out of you, because, really--an entire herd of deer, aka, a decade or so's worth of food just got wasted. Thanks, jerk. At the same time, when there's a famine, she has no problem with killing those starving. Don't think she's above her own morals. She has more than once had to resist killing something just because she could if it was going to exhaust her or be pointless.
All and all, she's socially unacceptable.
[expand and edit upon roleplay]

_{I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.}

History
Once upon a time, Nysa was born into a pack that lived very close to the farmlands of Eagleland. Her pack was very fond of preying upon the flocks of sheep and cows. Eventually, most of the pack was split up. A few were killed. By this time, Nysa was a yearling. She was old enough to know how to go after sheep and be unafraid of people without guns, but still young enough that she knew how to hunt rabbits better than sheep.
So, they sent her to a certain island.
There she remains until this day, living in relative seclusion.

_{Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.}

Relationships
N/A: yet

[Tessa]

^{I love her personality. <3 One thing though, you're missing a description of her appearance. o:}

[Mama]

Done & Done

[Tessa]

^{Accepted! And omg that picture is so cute. ;__;}