Macabre -- female

Age: 3
Gender: Female
Breed: Timber Wolf
Pack: Rouge
Rank: N/A

Personality: To put it simply, Macabre is a cunning, witty, violence filled woman. She has taken the term, only care for yourself, so far as to not give a shit about anyone else literally. Macabre does what she has to survive, but she does without the help of anyone else. She doesn't want to have to return a favor later on. However, Bree normally wouldn't complete the favor, anyway. Her mind is constantly thinking and if that means screwing over a few lupine to better herself, than so be it. She doesn't have a hard time ending anyone's life. Someone would say karma is a bitch and will later get her, but Bree doesn't believe that. She believes in making it through each day without any wounds and your life in control. So needless to say, control is a must for her. Manipulation is often how out of the question for her, even the young ones not sure what the world is all about yet.

Besides that, Bree has a tongue that will let just about anything fly from it's jowls. She doesn't care to think before she talks... What interest would that be? Getting others all worked up is a game for her since she normally always keeps her calm. A chilling, unnatural calm like she has the answer to everything the world has to offer. Boredom is also a large factor in Bree's life. It is, perhaps, the biggest reason she ever screws anyone over.. It's because she has nothing better to do. Full, energized, and unloyal to anyone, Bree finds herself with some time on her dainty paws and she chooses to spend it stirring up any trouble she can find.
Likes: Killing, being unnoticed, blood, the smell of fall
Dislikes: Sleep, being among a lot of lupine, not able to escaped, failing to finish a task
Fears: The nightmares inside of her head
Dreams Of: Being completely alone

Body Type: Petite, slender, agile
Fur Color: White with some grey
Eye Color: Blue

Family: They are all dead, gone, or not in her life anymore.
History: Macabre didn't exactly go up in the best family life. In fact, it was her family life that probably messed with her already abnormal mind. Bree had been born intelligent, often observing and knowing more than those around her. She had an answer for almost every question and if she didn't, she'd find the answer. Her first six months of life passed, without question, shortly. Her dam had sheltered her to the full extent, not letting her knowing what her father would be taking her away for. After six months of growing up, the day came and the 'adventure' started. In the Pack Macabre was in, everyone was considered a warrior. Everyone was trained to kill, to fight, and to put your energy into what was at hand. This training didn't always fit with Bree and she often spoke out, laughing at what they would told do it. Torture was what came with that acting out. Beaten down to a pulp, held down for others to practice hits on, Bree got this treatment often until she was as cold as the rest of them. However, it was clear she was witty, smarter than the rest of the mongrels. Moved into a different part of training, this was where fellow pack members taught her to become an assassin.

Stealth became her middle name and soon she was as good as the best and even better. Sneaking up on lupine became the ultimate game and foiling others plans was an even sweeter revenge. Life was pretty good for Bree as she moved into this a different style of life. It suited her sweetly and she found the rewards quenched her need for causing trouble. Now a year and a half, it was time for that first 'mission.' Sent into another pack to gain information, Macabre's charming skills came into action. She and another passed through easily. Soon, they became full members of the pack and gained important information which a message carrier would being back home. It was just before a battle, that Bree and her male companion were double crossed. Meeting the lupine who could carry the last bits of info, they gave it all up and then were jumped by their own pack. Bree's companion was killed quickly enough, not ready for anything to happen. But not Bree. She knew something had to be up, but why? It was the only remaining question and it went unanswered. Doing what she could, Macabre fought with precision. She killed two and ran to the leader she had betrayed. Macabre told them everything.

However, when asked to fight with them, she agreed. It was a lie and Bree watched with a smirk on her face as the two packs destroyed each other. Standing on a cliff before them, the battle turned bloody quickly and the number for each declined until her home pack lost. A harsh laugh filled her on that day. Macabre also reminded the hurt feeling in the pit of her stomach. That male companion... She had somewhat loved him. Loved him enough to agree to be his mate and what had she done for him when attacked? Nothing. Bree felt cowardly, but those feelings were pressed down and she moved on.