to be a perfect angel, some sin must be done
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name — juno callahan
- of a latin origin meaning "queen of the heavens" gender — non-binary
- asigned female at birth and presentation is feminine
- prefers feminine titles but interchangeably uses she/her and they/themage — unborn child
- will age upon a realistic ratioallegiance — the pitt
- puts more stock in the ability of her fathers over the group as a whole✧
i have the stage, you can't turn the page
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marble cross fox — red fox colour morph
while one may not come to mistake juno as anything but a sub-set of the red fox the complexity of her colouring is an issue in and of itself, rare it until she is a jewel of soft ivory embracing the delicate tracing of ebony and ruby upon select areas of her body
plush the weaving of thickened coat, luxurious its spill about the contours of predator, sedate the frosting about many of its strands. within direct comparison to another of her kind misdemeanor is laid bare, the fashion in which much of her fur is shaded in ivory a stark difference when pondering on the creature she is. not alone is it though feathered the fuzzy edgings of ebony trailing along the ridge of her spine, colouring the plush length of her tail until it's midsection cuts away into pure white once more. up too does it travel, trailing down shoulder blades and along her neck, capping pointed ears and casting a half mask about her features, brazen the blaze of ivory cutting up between though it does not quite reach the midsection of her ears. among the dark shade reprieve is the burnt orange trailing across shoulders and the base of her tail, near perfect the break of mask, the place encircling the base of her ears taken though once more does ebony take hold about eyes and cheeks
for all that sets her apart from the common crowd displeasure is rooted within such aspects, that which leaves her a unique specimen amongst the mundane paled beneath one factor. no matter the accumulation of days she sees, or how what once were limbs long and ropey with muscle as various activities burned away the budding energy humming beneath her skin, aside is left the height achieved in days of her youth. in a way stunted her growth, though well does her thin frame work alongside dainty limbs tipped with delicate paws, dipping below even the average until level is she with the shoulder of another of her skin. a trade off, in a way, the state of her coat distinct and pleasing to the eye, catching in a fashion that she tends to with careful consideration, yet mere glass does she seem to be made from, a tiny, fragile thing no matter her efforts to sway such unflattering opinions
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so many experiments, so many mistakes
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personality goes here
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but i'll go all the way, till i'm in perfect shape
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fathers — jervis callahan and fourthwall
- in a manner of speaking it is no far stretch to deem juno as a daddy's girl though it largely hinges upon the father in question. though she harbours an affection and certain level of respect for fourthwall the manner in which he handles her unbringing is not up to her rather lofty standards, a firm hand merely receiving disobedience or rather hostile conformance
upon the other hand a near angel is she for jervis, the seeming root of budding issues as his talk of their family ascending to the heights they are only worthy of have done nought but fill her head with toxic delusions, his status within the pitt a cherry atop her cake
siblings — tbd
- of her blood there is a certain love for all within her but so too is it uprooted and twisted beneath a cruel jealousy, the private moments staged between herself and one of them like to end within a verbal or physical altercation. even with such she is not beyond dirtying her paws, even lacking the desire to do such lowly work herself and finding it simply is easier and more enjoyable to deligate it to another, over protective to a near fault when the well being of her family is put on the line for their downfall may well reflect badly upon her own image
orientation — aromantic homosexual
- a mere child as it were time is what is needed for such secret to be unlocked though from the beginning it is easy to see the twisting vines behind her lacking affection, how she easily uses the falsehood to her advantage. such is not to admit she is incapable of genuine love, and indeed once achieved a place within her heart is one few may lose without a truly heinous crime to sully their name in her eyes, she more finds the very notion of romantic affection alien and rather amusing at times, a trivial little arrow in her quiver she is not fearful of using if push comes to shove
friends — - if one wishes for the truth sorely disappointed will they be. mere toys within her grasp, things that may be used based upon her whim and then discarded when no further enjoyment or use can be extracted, in a way she has no care nor need for true friendship only followers prepared to live by her rules
enemies — - in a way easier might it be to question how might one remove themself from her shit list. indeed there is no hardship within gaining her animosity, cruel and twisted the jealousy that drives her readily towards cutting others from her life or pursing action that may see them live out their days in torment, but upon the other side she cares not to think any capable of such
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first the worst, maybe third's the charm
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queen bee — everyone will know my name- though her sway as a child is rather minimal it becomes progressively clear as she ages there is a budding sense of untapped potential locked away within the darkness of vine encased heart. honeyed are her words, a tepid sweetness doled out only when suited is it, the magnatic allure about her not simply atoning to the qualities she has honed from the days she understood what it could get her
in time flaunted this until clear has it grown she may gleam the surface thoughts, with enough focus garner the deep seated desire of those around her and a fiddle in skilled paws are they in time, soothed the beast with the delicate tug on the chaotic mess of their emotions
thorn of a rose — they are my play things but oh how easily they break- though pleased with how she can manipulate and wrap others about her paw with a startling ease tiresome grows the chase, lacklustre outcomes that offer nought. mere scraps those that may be swayed into minimal bidding, of greater favour the creatures that follow her call, broken their very spirit until mere puppet with strings tangled about her paws are they
slow does she begin until, among the retinue that shadow her steps and make easy the chores she has grown weary of, a brown bear deemed
hebeheart encased in vines — i will show them i am not to be trifled with- boredom, fickle and cloying, biting beneath the quiet hush of her own thought permitted the chance to dwell and imagine. indeed dark utterings of disquieted mind some but she knows how they speak, the fashion in which their murmurs mock and jeer, a slight against the family, against
hershe had not meant such but seeing her retinue squirm and cry, the desert greedy in its enjoyment, how could she not drench it in crimson. in like is she and hebe adorned with the cluster of living flora preserved, fine the sweep of wood and flower, befit a crown for a queen such as she, knight the bear shadowing her steps, goddess of earth rendered within the fragile shell of mortal being
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now all eyes on me
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notes —- a rework of another character of mine,
jehu, the goddess of life and embodiment of nature, thus the plots focusing on such
- hints of narcissistic personality disorder and possible borderline personality disorder
- as an adult voice claim is malone from cat ghost, as voiced by mooneyedevil / samantha kuntz
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a devil made from heaven
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