Behemoth loves to strut her stuff, oh yes, she does. She thinks of herself being the bees knees and is somewhat ignorant to anything else. She will swish her little tail into your face and give you strange winks and smirks. Most find her flamboyant behaviour pretty fun and cute, especially in such a young filly, others do find her a bit weird.  

Behemoth is a bizarre little girl, but who can blame her, she lives in a bizarre world. She has a thing for everything and everyone out of the ordinary, but also likes common Blackwood things, like the dead and spirits. The more grusome the story behind one's decease, the better. She loves freaking others out, mostly in a harmless WTF way, though. She also has a tendancy to talk in the 3rd person of herself and others.

Always ready to party and have fun, Behemoth loves company and will gladly chat up everyone. She has a tendany to bring up somewhat weird subjects though and also will often be pretty unpredictable. You never know, if she'll ramble the most random stuff at you or suddenly come up with a totally serious subject or clever idea.

Behemoth knows she's special, because she's a cherished daughter of Ùir and like that she's used to getting what she wants, because she's strong and can do everything! Least, that is what Behemoth believes and so far she hasn't yet learned the lesson that she's not quite as invincible as she thinks she is.

This lil' beast knows she's good and she'll rub it into everyones face. Not in a mean way though, she just likes to flaunt her stuff and isn't exactly the most modest person about the awesome things she does. Generally everything she does is a big gesture, for also when she fails it's usually a big drama, that is, until she overcomes it and goes straight to being a boisterous little beast again.

Behemoth sure is a charmer. She's charismatic and often the center of every party. It's easy to talk to her or have fun with her, she's straight forward and honest in the things she does and even though she's quite a big-mouthed little rascal, she just also is the kind of friend you wanna trust in.

Sure quite vain and into herself also when it comes to looks, Behemoth isn't overly neat or picky with getting dirty, but she sure very much approves of her looks. It doesn't matter if covered in mud or groomed and shiney, this filly always is a looker, oh yes, she is!
Spending her fawnhood happy and free with playing and adventuring the year 772 apprached quickly on Behemoth and her twin, Daithi. While Moth passes her CoA with flying colours Daithi struggles and the twins make a dangerous deal.
Moth agrees to pass the CoA for Daithi, but in return he has to promise her to pass his right by himself latest by the time he is ten years old, otherwise she will personally make sure he won't set foot into Blackwood ever again. The deal is made and shapeshifting into Daithi Moth heads out to kill another wolf. Once the deed is done they quickly switch places and Daithi returns with the dead wolf, passing his rite and able to pick a job as an adult member...but to which prize!?
It all slips a bit into the background, when Moth - in a whimsical mood - decides to see if the whole deal about having fawns that her mother and sister are so involved with is anything for her. She picks herself Kreshnov and has a fawn by him. Unfortunately the whole deal turns out to not at all be to Moths amusement, as she soon realizes the pregnancy prevents her from using her formchanging magic without it ending very painful and likely bad for the fawn. She begrudgingly carries the child to term, but also birth turns out to be anything but tiring and not giving her any kind of these oh-so-praised motherly feelings when she sees the dirty, wet, darkish blob that also neither bleats nor moves. She assumes the fawn is dead and marks having fawns down as not really her thing right now. Maybe she will turn again later in her life.
Moth then finally discovers her true passion - being a spy! Using her formchanger magic she goes to Glenmore, where she first learns about the local people by pretanding to be a benovelent spirit that grants wishes, while actually she spreads curses.
Eventually she by coincidence finds a very washed-up and drunkyard butler by the name of Francis, whose old but very kind lord recently died and left him falling into a hole of not knowing what to do with himself. A devious plan grows within Moth and after studying the stag - who has no fawns or family to speak of - for a while, she disposes of him and uses her magic to replace him, so to maybe manage to sneak as close to the royal glades as she can without being busted by the weird magic of the princess does, who apparently know to read the magic types of others, as far as Moth learned in Blackwood from former Glenmore members.
Luck again is on her side, when she runs into a confused young lord whose parents were brutally murdered and when the villains also come after him, Moth steps in and saves the boy - Macbeth.
Macbeth turns out to be filled with hatred and an ever consuming hunger for revenge. He agrees to employ Francis the butler who will not just work as a butler for him, but do whatever the young lord pleases. Anything. In return Macbeth agrees to allow Francis a profession and ask no questions. The contract will end when Macbeth is granted his revenge - so the deal is sealed. A dangerous deal, but where would be the fun without some danger?