Post by dantalion on Jun 12, 2012 15:31:45 GMT -5
MERLOT
NAME. Eira "Merlot" Kolbrandr
NICKNAME(S). ---
AGE. One year, ten months
SPECIES. canis lupus arctos & canis lupus albus
BREED. Tundra / Arctic
GENDER.Female
HEIGHT. 30in.
WEIGHT. 116lbs
COAT. A mixture of creamy tones that lack substantial color, and the occasional slate-gray or black strand that appears in her undercoat. Silver strands also pepper her spine but mostly go unnoticed.
EYE COLOUR. Dark amber.
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PHYSICAL. While she is indeed a hardy wolf from the North, Merlot is not as massive as some Arctic Wolves tend to be; the genes are subdued, as they have been tempered by her father's Tundra Wolf heritage. This girl is atheletically built, with the bulk of her muscle situated in her shoulders and hips, while the rest of her is angular. From her face to her legs, Merlot appears aristocratic and refined, due to how sharp her features are. Despite being quite young, the girl has already started to blossom in to a fine-looking young woman. Her childish proportions from earlier in life have already begun to transform; with time, she will no doubt grow up to be another generic wolf from the North. While her family is all massive in stature, she is not exactly the smallest, but her body is more refined and far less brutish looking than the rest. Thanks to the Tundra Wolf blood that has mixed in to her own, Merlot does not sport a perfectly white pelt; it is more of a cream color, with an array of silver upon her back, and slate-gray striations through her undercoat. The most prominent thing about her, are those eyes: dark and intense amber, which almost look black without proper light.
FEARS. Disappointing her family, being useless, and chaos.
VICES. Aloof tendencies, a habit of getting carried away with things, desperation to prove herself.
STRENGTHS. Physical ability, strong sense of obedience, and an even stronger sense of loyalty.
PET PEEVES. Useless leaders, chatterboxes, religious doctrine, failure.
LIKES. Success, strength, exploration, learning.
PERSONALITY. Merlot tends to become obsessive about certain things: from the idea that she has to be good at everything, that she has to prove her strength to the world, all the way to over-thinking specific tasks given to her by others. Even if it's a simple little thing, Merlot tends to be an over-achiever, and will stop at nothing to get the task done. She is painfully obedient to those in power, and rigid when it comes to rules. For someone so young, this wolf behaves as if they've been through wars; she tends to be bitter towards anyone who gets in to her way. On the flip side of this, Eira can become quite aloof and distant from others; if she thinks they are not worth her time (if they are weak or irritating,) she will simply leave. Even if that individual is a leader - should that Alpha lose her respect, it will take a while to regain it. This is, in part, thanks to her parent's influence. The girl was brought up to believe that strength-of-character was everything. That physical strength came second, and only those worthy of power were worth looking up to. The survival of the fittest, in all possible situations. This is also why Merlot holds such a strong fear for her own survival within her heart; an unspoken desire to be worthy of respect, to be strong. She wants to prove to the world that she is a true wolf; strong, dedicated, and worthy of the love of her family. Throughout her life she has been placed at an emotional distance from those of her kin. This was done to save her psyche from the rejection of her father - but due to this mental distance, she does not get along well with others on the best of days. Merlot does want everyone to be happy, healthy, and productive in the pack. She fears rejection intimately, and will be the first to do the rejecting if it garners her a sense of control. Due to being shunned by her father (and being blamed for her mother's death), at times she can become volatile. This only happens when she is under intense stress of duress, but it isn't that rare to feel her fangs or hear her angry tongue lashing at her enemies. The girl has a temper that she tries her hardest not to display, while also feeding a deeply rooted sense of abandonment and self-loathing.
MOTHER. Ãudr Kolbrandr, deceased.
FATHER. Hjortr Kolbrandr, living.
SIBLINGS. Ãsgeirr, Njordr, alive. Magnhildr, deceased.
HISTORY. Life in the frozen North was not too difficult, even with the outbreak of the sickness. The wolves were strong, and they did their part to keep the prey numbers low - herding the strongest caribou throughout the land of ice and snow. The Koldbrandr family lived among a number of other wolves, within a low-laying mountain range. Their life was dangerous, but it was well worth living. At the age of five years, just past the prime of his life, Hjortr had recently taken the young and inexperienced Audr as his mate; a prize, a trophy, won after his attempt to dethrone the previous Alpha. They were not in love, but they held an understanding that only the strong should survive; that their previous ruler had been too weak, and would lead them all to ruin. Barely a month passed between Hjortr's ascension and the oncoming sickness. The wolves of the North knew of the disease, but they had been foolishly blind to it's influence - the cold protecting them through the winter, making them think that they were safe. But even with the chill of winter encroaching, the disease was strong. It took a myriad of wolves from the ranks by the time Hjortr and Audr decided to flee. They gathered their dwindling family and ran, against their upbringing and their very core beliefs, until running was no longer an option.
They thought they had settled in a place that would afford them with life. They thought, arrogantly perhaps, that the disease would not take the strongest of them. With a desperate hope within their hearts, the Kolbrandr family tried to repopulate their ranks. The first few tries did not take, but eventually Audr grew heavy with child. Days before their birth, the young wife became ill herself. The mere fact that the strong-bodied and proud woman could catch the sickness, made Hjortr begin to worry. However, the woman fought through the sickness and birthed two sons: Asgeirr, and Njordr. The children grew while their mother dwindled, but she fought to live and thus, live she did. A year passed without even the slightest issue - which afforded both parents with a false sense of security, of hope. They thought they had beaten the disease. With their children growing strong and fit, Hjortr decided that they would try for more children. This was the beginning of the family's ruin, as the sickness had not left Audr, but been laying dormant within her. The resident herbalist of the pack had been supplimenting the woman's medicine with a strange plant, and it seemed to keep her alive; supplies were dwindling though, and many feared that they would lose their nubile leader and her unborn.
Hjortr made a snap-decision as the sickness rose in strength, and Audr could not even have the energy to leave her den. He departed with both of his sons, eager to test their mettle as well as find the fabled plant; to restock their supplies and keep his wife alive. But when he returned, he had to accept a difficult truth: Audr was dead. She had passed during the birth of two daughters; weakened by the disease and unable to survive the rigorous birth of his heavy children. The sole survivor was Eira, the small and the weak, who he held a deep-rooted, unspoken loathing for. She was raised in part by her older siblings, and in part by a helpful woman of the pack - but not her father. Her father did not want her, and in his anguish, the man grew distant. Eira did her best to prove herself; she bested her brothers in spars, studied the hardest amongst the various skilled wolves, and carried out every request to the fullest of her ability - yet, this only seemed to make Hjortr's behavior worse. He began to act erratic towards her, aggressive, but not blatantly so. The man would shove her around a bit more than the other wolves, snap at her if she spoke, and disreguard any opinion she had - even if it was a sound one. When the girl could take no more, Eira left. She said goodbye to her beloved brothers, and slipped out in to the night. When asked, she refers to herself by the pseudonym, Merlot.
NAME. Danta
AGE. 21
EXPERIENCE. I've been roleplaying since I was ten. :D
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