Satine is in a word—sultry.
She’s petite and perfectly proportioned, and thus is short like her brother, standing about two feet at the shoulder. Her form is less built for strength then for aesthetics, gracefully carved with luscious curves which she emphasizes and even flaunts with each languid movement. She likes to think that she is desire embodied, her attributes wholly feminine, from her spotless silken coat to her dainty little toes.

Her coloring is reminiscent of her brother, only lighter in every way, almost blonde, a light cream color all along her underside that darkens slightly at her back to pale orange gold. She is very fluffy and perfectly vain about the way her coat catches the light. Her eyes are a solid, smoldering gold, sweet like honey and rimmed with ebony, always burning with untapped desire. Her tail is especially fluffy, its top goldish and bottom creamy white, which she loves to use to rub and tickle the chins of males.

Satine is quite the picturesque little lady…on the outside. She’s a master of social manipulation and expert in etiquette, this means she’s very sensitive to social situations, and can flawlessly pinpoint exactly what behavior is appropriate and optimum for her own purposes, as well as how much she can get away with. One might think that a gal with this much social saavy and aristocratic instinct could easily charm her way to the top, but no, Satine chooses to use her shameless skills for one purpose and one purpose only—seduction.

This is one true femme fatale that adores the game of seduction, it’s her crack high and coke addiction. To net and conquer males, to beguile and bewitch, enrapture and entrap, oh it was all so…delicious. She loves being chased, and gets her power high from driving males mad with desire, all the while maintaining the proper spotless reputation a true noblewoman should have. Because that is, after all, part of the game, which she plays perfectly, slipping deftly from scandal, and though gossip there may be, there’s never quite enough to mar her name or her family’s.

Scandal and lust waft about her like a heavy aromatic perfume, luring males to her with the teasing rumor that those that play the game of seduction well, might be allowed a tantalizing taste of this forbidden fruit. Though for those romantics out there, she has yet to even come close to meeting a wolf that is intoxicating enough for her to swear off her devotion to the game for very long.

To other females, she’s a perfect gal pal, as long as you don’t get in the way of her games. To authority she’s a model of disciplined obedience and etiquette (though word to the wise she finds authority figures especially irresistible to play with). Without males to toy with she is easily bored, and once even rumored to have dallied with another female (Baseless! Of course…), whatever presents this sassy quick tongued minx with a real challenge to her sexual and mental skills, she’ll go for. However her breeding means she carries a typical haughty disdain for commoners, enough to even deter her from even the most handsome of them (most of the time).

Satine was born to Gwyneth and Viktor in Tornade’s neighboring Kingdom of Tempete about a year before Lancaster was to be sent to the Kingdom of Tornade. Grateful at the convenience of a new daughter since their only son was leaving them, they spoiled her and pampered her as any little princess must be, instilling in her a typical disdain for commoners as well as perfectly polished manners. She had a sheltered, quiet, rather uneventful childhood, her brother had left when she was one, and their relationship had a rather normal one of sibling squalls and mean big brothers and annoying little sisters ect. She blossomed extravagantly into adolescence by secretly seducing and shagging a duke. That was the beginning of her sexual escapades, which her parents grew increasingly weary of as she seemed to take no interest in anything but flirting.

As she was approaching the marriageable age of two, her parents decided to send her away to their summer dwelling to ensure she did not dishonor herself. While she was away, the plague struck, decimating the kingdom and taking the lives of her parents. She returned belatedly, wondering why she had not been called home, and was shocked and heartbroken to find that none of the royal family had survived. She then released her surviving lady in waiting. Sickened by the strife and death around her home she decided to strike out for the Kingdom of Tornade to seek her brother, and though her memories of him had dimmed, he was the only other wolf left with Mayuex blood and would surely know what to do. Her journey has been slow, having never traveled on her own, and she has barely managed to keep herself fed, mostly through charming others into sharing their meals. However she grows weary of a layman’s life and has finally arrived in Doctrine to seek her brother.