(the character art isn't mine pls don't blow my asshole out for it)
"Did you know that bee guys
die when they mate? Pretty neat, huh~?"
Name: Chanterelle van Amstel-St. Leon, Third of Her Name. (...Usually just 'Chanterelle' to her friends.)
Species: Bee. Duh.
Age: 21 (but can be flexible, depending on what the situation demands)
Height: 5'5"
A real princess. One would expect them to be beautiful, courteous and kind. Chanterelle, at the very least, certainly has the first part down well. From the flowing blonde hair on her head, her regal (if, admittedly, quite oftly smug and punchable) face, and the delicate, agile hands being just a few things on her voluptuous body catching many an eye. The dresses (if one could call them that with how little *dress* there is) she oft-wears probably helps her with that as well. The other two faucets of being a princess, however, aren't quite as lovely as her body. Vapid, hedonistic and selfish, the girl's personality is a cocktail of everything her mother didn't want from her.
Chanterelle's personality can be, at times, quite... erratic. Or seemingly so, in any case. She can switch from acting as someone's best friend (with her, oft a best friend with benefits), to hateful and spiteful in an instant. Of course, it's not purely on a whim. Most of the time, anyways. She's able to read people... reasonably well, and usually uses her wile and charm to make a convincing case. Though, she does have a tendency to brush off someone by the time she's managed to wring what she's wanted out of them (or, occasionally, wring them through her guts). To her more... permanent friends, though, she does show a somewhat softer side of herself. Even if that softer side still harbors the bouts of intense lust her more public face does.
On any given day, she'd much rather spend her time lazing around, or fraternising with either her own subjects or those from far, foreign courts.
(While I'd say she's probably geared more towards a fantastical setting, she'd fit in pretty much anything. Y'know, with a little bit of retrofitting her out, anyways. Whether she's a ~high and mighty~ royal princess flanked by her (often ill-dressed for her own, ahem, amusement) guards, the prissy queen bee bitch (eheh) around the place, or a rich, under-the-table camgirl who's gotten herself/someone else in far too deep (cough cough hint hint ideas), ~it's the character who defines themselves, not their circumstances~. That's, I dunno, Confucius probably said that. Sun Tzu?)
Chanty being a thicc bihh, as usual. (thanku ameera am love)----------------------
Oh, preferences? I think I left them somewhere in
The_Trash_Can. You better be coming back, though! (...psh, fine... didn't even need you...)
