Charisma, or Chessie, is the color of Vanilla Creme ice cream. She is not white, but quite the opposite of black. Her parents always said she was rare - though her mother Summer was cream colored as well. Her father was grey, along with Wish, her brother and Vanity, her sister. Her brother Hope was a creamy grey, like herself. Chessie is the color of the moon on summer evenings on the back porch. She is the sun on a dragonfly's wings as it waits patiently on a pleasantly warm reed.
She is beautiful in her precise features, with a long snout and heavily accented copper colored eyes containing flecks of gold. A dark nose and rather large ears make it easier to appreciate her petite legs and tail. She is firm and standard in stature, with an athletic build and a strong, though petite structure.

If she appreciated her beauty, Chessie would be incredibly vain. But she is a headstrong, reliable and clever. With a quick brain and a witty tongue, Chessie knows how to say it right. She's very sensible, and sometimes she thinks she would have more fun if she were more... silly.
Sometimes, though, Charisma lets the childish side of herself take control and laughs her head off over something only slightly funny. She is spontaneous at times, but can be utterly serious. She likes having power but would never abuse it if the time came and is a very efficient leader. She wouldn't back down from a fight but wouldn't search for one and keeps control of her emotions when needed. She rarely cries and smiles often. She can balance out another's faults with her own successes and failures. She will put up with many tantrums and tempers, fights and love lives, and as long as she has a variety of scenery she'll tough it out. She is patient with other wolves and very calm and mannerly. She would make a wonderful mother, or at least she hopes to. The one thing she thinks can calm down her life is a real family, especially pups. She's always been good with children, and her biggest wish is to be a mother. She is Charisma, a painted bench on the side of the road with flecks of aged wood showing through the blue. A flower blooming in the night, pure white but with a yellow heart. She is Chessie.

Chessie has lived a fine life. Not full of tears or wars, pain and hurt. She was born to the alpha's, with two brothers and a sister: Wish; Hope, the heir; and Vanity. They stayed in the same pack for a while, a small family group of various wolves, but Charisma felt her calling elsewhere.
There were some tears shed, though not by her, when she left her pack. She needed a way to spice up her reliable, normal, average life with some new sights. The attempt failed, to be put simply, but nevertheless, she got out of that never ending chain of boring. The sights she saw were not... spectacular. She didn't meet any new wolves for miles - the same familiar faces. She struggled on; without the pack at her heels, she started to falter. More than once she turned back toward her packlands and trotted backwards, but she controlled her wishes and continued.
Finally, she grounded herself. This loneliness was too much - almost more than she could handle. She was going to crack. So she settled herself into the world, and one day spotted more wolves. They were gathered in a large area - it must be what... three packs? So now she's landed herself amongst the Soko's, hoping to be accepted.

Can I skip this? I hope so...