Post by meowmix on Sept 12, 2008 0:14:01 GMT -5
Koru
the character
name: Koru
age: 12 months
gender: female
pack: Innis
rank:
appearance: Koru is somewhat large for a female, but rather than being thick-limbed, Koru seems almost long; at full length, she measures about 63 inches from nose to tail tip. Her pelt is a mix of a slate-like blue-gray and black over a creamy white, with red-tan threads woven amongst the gray at her ears and on her haunches. She has a patch of snowy white behind her right ear.
breed, Canis lupus occidentalis, or Mackenzie Valley wolf
eyes, amber
pelt, Light mix: blue-ish gray, white, and reddish tan
height, 2 feet 6 inches
weight, 109 lbs
other, white patch behind right ear
personality: Under normal circumstances, Koru functions in a mellow mood, and outwardly appears content. She forms bonds easily, despite a perhaps more than usual wariness of strangers, and though shy at first quickly opens up. Because she doesn’t want to relive it, Koru does not share her past unless pressed, and then only in bad grace.
For the most part, Koru believes in the existence of ‘inherent good,’ and generally is an optimist. She isn’t annoyingly sunny, however, and when she senses that all will not turn out well, she accepts it with the hope she is wrong. In fact, Koru’s natural view actually runs less along the lines of ‘joy and sunshine,’ and more toward ‘peace.’ Whatever her façade, though, there are still deep insecurities running underneath that outer contentment.
Koru hates fighting, though she can certainly be argumentative in her own right. In conflict, she can feel her own anger rising, shadowed by despair, so that she becomes volatile and will either lash out indiscriminately or run away, based on which emotion is provoked more: the rage or the pain. Most often, Koru will back down, which would make her a subordinate unless she truly became passionate enough to become a leader in her own right.
For all her ‘peace and contentment,’ Koru has a sharp wit and an acid tongue when it suits her. She usually employs it in gentle teasing, if at all, but there are times when her mouth will run away with her and she will speak before thinking. Quick to make amends, Koru will say anything to soothe whatever feelings she might engender in response, in part because she fears being abandoned. In a choice between either leaving or being left, Koru will leave.
Despite her partially passive nature, Koru does not like to appear weak. She hides her pain and focuses on the wellbeing of others, especially around those she loves. When memories resurface of her former life, she shoves them away if she is around anyone. It is only in the still silence of the night, with the darkness pressing all around her, that Koru allows herself to mourn.
history: Love. Warmth. Koru was born into a pack numbering only four adults, and their territory lay between those of two far larger packs. For a time, the relatively small group lived in peace with their neighbors, so that Koru and her siblings grew trusting the world to remain stable. They gamboled in the sun beyond the tall trees, playing among the grasses and watching the creatures grazing in the valley.
The snows came, burying the marsh-like valley several feet deep in a thick blanket. The cold deepened and winter locked its jaws around them as the children began running in the hunts. One night, as the entire pack went out in search of prey, a distant chorus of howls broke the stillness of the snowy dark. Koru’s parents at first seemed only a little wary, but as the night wore on they grew anxious. After failing to find any game, they returned to the den, and even the children began to feel the electric chill of danger. Of a sudden, howling broke out all around the pack.
In the confusing moments that followed, Koru, her sister, and their two brothers found themselves running with their mother’s young sister, having been forcibly separated from the others and sent in the direction of the river. Without even knowing why she did it, Koru ran as she never had, focusing only on reaching the water. When they reached it, the group ran along the thin ice without hesitation, driven by fear, until they reached a wooded bank. They buckled down in an old, abandoned den there and waited out the night as the invading pack howled its victory to the skies.
When morning came, the five wolves cautiously poked their muzzles from the safety of the den. Wary of discovery, they wound their slow way back to the gathering place, avoiding the spores of the strange wolves. What greeted them there shot anguish into their hearts; Quiretus, Koru’s father, and the lowest of the pack, Keth, lay dead in the snow. Their mother was absent, but Koru soon discovered the blood trail leading away from the clearing and set out along it before she could think.
Her mother had traveled surprisingly far; Koru traveled for most of the morning before encountering the still body of her mother. The debilitating shock immobilized her for a moment, but it didn’t take long for the fear to sink in. Strange wolf scents filled her nostrils, putting her on edge, and she was about to bolt when the others arrived. Before any of them could mourn, the single remaining adult urged the four pups on; leaving the body behind to freeze, the wolves turned and fled their home.
The process of finding a new place to start over took a long time, for they had to travel through large tracts of hostile territory to find somewhere they could live unmolested. Thrice they were discovered, once coming to grief, and by the time they reached open land, only Koru, one of her brothers, and the older she-wolf remained; the other two had been killed by the other pack. They traveled together for a time, but the oldest longed to join another pack, while Castus remained wary, so that they bickered and fought. Koru left them after a particularly nasty spat, and has rarely looked back since then, though at times she misses them both. Now she only looks to move on and start over.
lineage:
birthpack: Wide River Valley
sire, Quiretus (deceased)
dam, Irina (deceased)
siblings, Rona (sister, deceased), Castus (male), Corturus (male, deceased)the roleplayer
ooc name: Meowmix
age: 16
gender: female
roleplay level: I haven’t done this in a while, and when I did roleplay it was almost entirely horse roleplay. I might be a little rusty, but when I quit I’m pretty sure I was at least at an intermediate level.
