Bowen

It seems as though Bowen was a fluke. While the rest of her family holds true to greys, blacks and blues, the smallest of the litter will be a bright burst of caramel fire. Bowen is the most vibrant of the bunch by far. Each dainty leg is dipped in a rich, earthy russet. This russet transitions into varying shades of auburn. Cream and white are interspersed with the auburn, taking up most of the girl's face, chest and stomach.

Situated in a fluffy white face are two sparkling emerald eyes. The color seems to pop against the cream and auburn, lending the girl a very piercing, fixated gaze. Stretching from the corners of each eye are pumpkin streaks and flecks that curl under her chin in one of two auburn collars. The girls nose and pawpads are a light liver in color.

Stature-wise, Bowen will always be small and dainty. Thin, but not overly so. Her pelt will always be clean and extra fluffy, especially around her ears and cheeks. The diminutive girl will look as though a strong wind might send her dancing away on the breeze. Believe me though, she's made of stronger stuff.
appearance

Though not terribly old, life has forced Bowen to age faster than she should. Before she was a year old, she was stolen and forced into a life of slavery and piracy. She had no choice but to adapt and grow up quickly, lest she be sold off to the highest bidder. The captain of the ship gave Bowen a chance to pay back her flesh price and she agreed to do so. The things that she had to go in order to gain enough funds to pay that price will forever hang over her head.

Bowen is very unsure of herself. She is a being split between lives. Part of her remained on the ship after she left and she feels hollow and broken the majority of the time. It's difficult to even smile most days, but she tries for the sake of those closest to her. Being so uncomfortable in her own skin has given the woman a very bad case of anxiety. Having been stolen from her family, Bowen missed the time in her childhood where she learned to deal with her emotions and is often a mental wreck.

As a result of constant "use," Bowen has developed a somewhat unsavory disorder that leaves her constantly wanting and needing to reach sexual climax. The faintest touch can throw her body into a lustful state and without release, she can easily be reduced to tears. It's not beyond the fae to sleep with strangers if the need arises, which it often does. Bowen finds this disorder to be very shameful. While some might embrace it and be happy to have sex on a regular basis, Bowen just wishes that it would go away so that she can live a normal life.

There is a deep chasm of sadness within Bowen. She hides this despair with a well placed mask. The young woman thinks about ending her life regularly and has come close to carrying out those thoughts.

The older that she gets and the more comfortable she gets in her relationships, the more Bowen realizes that she is a jealous beast. Fiercely jealous. To the point of threatening and delivering bodily harm to those that so much as look at her lovers.
personality

Male raven named Bishop

Plain brown leather bracer for left foreleg, A simple bracer made of dark brown leather to match her left one, studded with orange sapphires and emeralds. A gift for Bowen made by Artorias. A gold hoop earring with a little blue feather hanging from it..
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