Name: Aconitum
Age: Appears 20
Height: 5"2
Build: slender but full in the hips and bust
Hair: Multi neon dreads with eye covering bangs
Eye Color: One eye that is neon green
Species: Aconitum/Jackle
Nationality: French/english
Likes: creepy things, slime, stockings, her plushy form, bugs and reptiles, food of all kinds, anything to do with science, a good debate.
Dislikes: bratty kids, really hot days, people who kill bugs, people who mess with her friends, loud noises.
Attire: Shirts that show off her midriff and black jeans or high waisted shorts if she has to wear clothes. Other times, she just likes to run around in her underwear.
Weapons: a giant iron hammer
((Here's my bio. I didn't know what else to put.))
Aconitum was born an orphan and hadn't known any family until she turned twelve and was taken in by a prince of one of the royal families.
The young man had been out for a drink or two with his mates when he stumbled upon Aconitum steeling from a fruite cart that was left by a merchant. The drunken prince was about to order her paws be cut off until he noticed she only had one eye and one leg with no family in sight. He rushed to the young pup and cradled her in his strong arms. A twelve year old pup struggled and bit at him to release her, but he kept hold until she realized she had finally found a family.
Before the prince found her, Aconitum didn't have a name and was simplely called patches, much like many other orphan children. The prince didn't know what species she was, but when she had bitten him in her struggle, her saliva left chemical burn marks on his arms. He decided to name her Aconitum; after one of the most poisonous plants in the world, the same ones his mother loved to keep.
He was a young man at the age of 25 when he found her and hadn't been married, and never had any plans to do so in the future. The young prince was human and was often looked down upon for caring for a fur child, not to mention that of an orphan. But he loved her and cared for her as his own. After many years of living a happy life, everything seemed to crumble. The prince, then turned king, had come down with a life threatening illness that left him in a coma for two years. Aconitum, worried for her father's well being, set out to find an herb that would help him get better, but no more than a week after setting out, she was captured and is being held in the same location as the young cotton tail prince.
Aconitum, in the cage beside the prince, scooted closer to the bars and reached a slender paw over to him. "Hello there." She said in french, hoping the young fur would be able to understand her. Her long bangs were shaggy and hid her eye better than usual, shrowding her watchful gaze as she picked apart every feature of her fellow prisoner.