Greetings.

Suiteheart thinks she wis good with greetings. To the table, she brings lopsided grins, friendly words, and warm tones. She has bright, baby blue eyes that welcome everyone. She radiates good vibes too, like seeing a loved one for the first time after months of separation. She likes to think of herself as a breath of fresh air, something akin to the cool breezes that arrive off the oceanfront. Perhaps she is being conceded, but Suite thinks she is pretty good at greeting others. Even so, despite her opinions, greetings and introductions are more about how others perceive her.

As mentioned, one thing that is never faraway from Suiteheart are her sideways smiles. The white feline, while proudly boasting her status as a mother, still breathes youthfulness. Her smirks have not escaped her despite no longer being the punk teenager she once was. The femme practically radiates the feeling of "never growing old," - something that is noticeable upon the first meeting.

More often than not, however, the more motherly side of Suiteheart shines when first greeting others. The self-proclaimed "mother bear" is extremely caring towards most everyone she comes into contact with, even during first encounters. The Ecliptic Admiral is quick to help those in need, offering them kind gestures and words while shifting between motherly warmth and sisterly attitude.

Aside from personality, her appearance should also be mentioned. Alabaster fur covers her body. Her coat is of medium-length, and while it is not always perfectly flat, it's never extremely messy. She sports an average build, and she is an inch or two shorter than most felines. Besides her size, one of the first things noticed about her is the stark contrast between snow-white fur and bright, doe-like baby blue eyes (eyes that are often crinkled because of big, lopsided grins). Yes, a sideways grin so often adorns her delicate features that it is like her black diamond earring studs, silver hoop, braided bracelet, and locket - permanent.

All things about Suiteheart would be pristine if not for the gigantic necklace-like scar Niklaus gave her; it was one permanent accessory she carried that she wished she could remove. Soft ivory gives way to jagged edges and a scarred pink hue. It holds tightly on to her throat, glaring menacingly out into the world. Perhaps, now, that is the first thing everyone notices when they take in her visage.

In the end, Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson is a lot of things: a friend, a sideways smile, a mother, ocean eyes, a sister, a scar. Hopefully, among those things, she is also good at greetings.