Her mane, more of excess fur that rises from the top of her head, rises up in more of a mohawk fashion before it sweeps outwards in front of her face. It follows the same color patterns as the rest of her coat and, as a result, doesn’t stand out as much as it could have. Below the mane her lovely mint green eyes are set upon the dame’s face. It is not uncommon for her to bear looks of frustration, anger, or confusion and far rarer to see this woman smile.

A deep darkness covers the girl’s base and an even darker stretch of black blankets her dorsal half. As a child she could have been mistaken for a shadow in the den… and probably still would were it not for the markings that lightened on her form as she aged. From the tip of her mane to the middle of her tail a soft cream runs along her upper body, branching here and there as the color starts falling down her body. The color connects to her back legs, running down them to cup her paws. Her front paws too are cupped in the cream and the same color dashes across the middle of each leg. Her chest, belly, and most of the underside of her tail have the color too, as well as her tail tip with some markings breaking off towards her sides from the belly section. Lastly the cream brushes between her eyes and runs down from either eye to accent her face.

Bellamy can come off as blunt, rude, and even cold. While it is true that the woman is blunt, not one to sugarcoat life, she does care to a degree. It is just harder for her to show lighter emotions and sympathy when she has never seen it. Violence is the first answer to any problem… or if she simply doesn’t know how to respond to what she faces. Cuddles? Presents? They confuse her. Why are you doing that? You’re weird.

Bellamy has a lot of bitter feelings and is just an angry murder bean hellbent on ripping the lives from slavers. Is it a form of revenge? Maybe.

Deep down Bellamy yearns for acceptance… but it’s hard to be accepted when you’re seen as a monster. A monster they created… and you embraced… Tragic, no? It can be said that the she-wolf is lost, a pup trapped in an adult body. Maybe that’s why she’s not sure how to handle children. She won’t hurt them, regardless of who their parents are. They kind of break her. Don’t break Belle please, kids. That’s not nice.

Overall she values her freedom highly… and gets growly if she feels it is threatened. Nothing is more important than ensuring she doesn’t become a slave again. Nothing.

Ears
Species -- Tasmanian Devil
Height -- 24"
Coloration -- Normal / Common
Quirks / Fun Info -- A runty devil with larger than average ears. Hm... wonder where he got his name?

Whiskers
Species -- American Badger
Height -- 23.5" {Length}
Coloration -- Normal / Common
Quirks / Fun Info -- Such a cute lady badger! Waiting for a day at the hot springs so she can get her claws done.