Name: Perdu
Gender: Fae
Age: 3.5 summers
Height: 35 inches
Weight: 55 lbs
Coat Color: Black with pale grey undercoat that peaks through in areas, highlighting her knotty muscle.
Other Markings: Many scars, covering the surface of her slender frame.
Eye Color: A very prominent yellow.
Pack: Undecided, loner.
Pack Position: None

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Personality: After years of abuse, Perdu doesn't trust anyone or, anything until she gets to know them, and even after that, although she is fiercely loyal, she will always be at the edge of the group, watching for danger, and if someone threatens her, a chance to escape. After surviving all that she has, she isn't about to die now. She is always on guard, and will bare her teeth in an instant, but is very slow to fight. Her emotions are either white, or black, there is no gray. She is either very assertive, or very submissive, and she doesn't always think things through before she acts, which got her into trouble with a cat. Perdu shows her affection easily, if she likes someone, she makes sure they know. She doesn't understand how a pack works, for she has never been part of one, but is highly intelligent, incredible at problem solving, and would learn quickly if someone would just give her a chance. All she truly wants is to belong, and feel at home, for she has never felt that way since she was snuggled up next to her mother as a young pup. She wants to take orders, if it means she has a warm den to be in, but most of all she wishes to please her leader, whoever it may turn out to be. Perdu, however, is horribly afraid of rejection. She has no wish to harm another wolf to feed herself, and would rather remain a loner, than commit the horrible act of murder. Although she has nothing wrong with killing anything else.

History: Born a pup to be sold on the black market, Perdu never felt grass under her feet, or wind that wasn't filled with pollutants on her face. Her brothers and sisters were sold to ignorant rich folks, thinking a wolf would be a cute pet. Perdu’s fate was no better, she was sold to a man who, to manys disgust, had an estimated five chins, but it was terrible hard to tell. He was so large that his equally large wife had to make all of his clothing, and he still split the seems. The worst member of the family was the daughter. Her many chins wobbled as she ran toward the cute little puppy, and as she ran away, cradling her recently bitten hand, tears gliding down her cheeks. As Perdu got older, she only go more and more aggressive toward her slime of owners, and she was eventually tied to a short chain that was staked into the ground, as far away from the house as possible. Her owners stopped feeding her, they thought it was no longer safe to get close enough to set down the food bowl. She dropped weight quickly, and began to try and catch small birds, and squirrels. But what really caused all the problems was when the owners cat walked by her. She lunged, grabbed the cat around the back of the neck, and shook it until it went limp. She ate the cats gratefully, the warmth of it spreading over her like a blanket. There was no way to escape it, with blood all over her face, the cat missing, and tuffs of hair all around her, it was obvious what happened to the cat. The fat man came out with a crowbar. Perdu bared her teeth, but the usually chicken man, did not back down. Shocked and slightly worried Perdu snarled and lunged, the crowbar met her in mid air, knocking her to the ground. He beat her till she was unconscious, then left her to die.
When she awoke she was in agony, slowly, she gained enough strength to dig her stake out, and finally leap the fence. She limped away slowly, avoiding people until finally, a french man, visiting the country, found her. He removed the chain, nursed her wounds and fed her. To weak to oppose him, she took the care gratefully, but once she was healed and strong, she left. But what she took with her, was her name. He had called her Perdu, french for lost, and she had enjoyed that name, compared to Tinker Bell.