Karina

[Jam]

karina of the auryn clan

the character

name: karina
age: three years
gender: female
pack: auryn
rank: beta femme
appearance:

breed, gray wolf
eyes, amber
pelt, ebony
height, thirty-four inches
weight, ninety-eight pounds
other,

personality:

UNDER CONSTRUCTION. Authorized personnel only.

history:

"I was born. Simple as that. The only surviving pup of my litter, just like my brother had been. Except that I was a girl, a gender that had not been born along my father's bloodline for many generations. I was special. I guess.

Of my mother I remember close to nothing; the sole thing I have to remember her by is a memory that sticks out like a sore thumb in my catalogs. It is her saying, "Karina, my child, know that mommy loves you very much." She died the very night she told me that, curled around my infant body. I think she knew she wouldn’t last much longer and wanted to give me one last gift. I take it with me everywhere I go. It pains me, but it also gives me comfort.

And so I was left with the boys—my father, Isidro, and my brother, Isidor. My brother was certainly my father’s son, where as I was my mother’s daughter, so my father always told me. But I did gain one thing from him: his determination. And I guess his stubbornness—which I always have—went right along with that as a package deal. It was funny, really, for my father looked like a cross between my brother and I: deep gray with white hairs mixed in. It almost made him look shining. A knight in shining armor, which was ironic seeing as he was, at that point, a retired warrior.

But being retired did not mean he had given up that life, for my father never would have—it was in his blood, after all. It just meant that he was off active duty, recruited back in dire need. And the dire need for him then was with his motherless children. He missed my mother constantly, but seeing me always brought a smile to his face. "You have your mother’s spirit," he would always tell me. It made me feel good that I could cheer him up like that. I grew so close to him; he wasn’t just my father, he was also my best friend.

He was also a teacher. Literally. As one of the elders to the Alpha, he helped train the top cadets in the art of battle. See, every male, when they hit 8 months, goes into basic training to become a warrior. It was a huge part of pack history and life, and it greatly dominated my ancestry; my father came from generations of outstanding warriors. So it was no surprise that my brother was top-notch.

Whereas I was skilled in the art of hunting. My mother was a pro, so naturally I was as well. I loved and hated every minute of it. Often I snuck into warrior training sessions, which I was of course immediately kicked out of. But my father always satisfied my hunger to learn real fighting techniques. He taught me what he knew, and I learned a lot from him. Sometimes I would even pick random fights with my brother just to show off. However, my brother often whooped my butt.

We led a happy life there, aside from all the girls chasing my brother. Some of those girls seriously had nothing going for them in the brain department, but they just fawned over him. And the boys courting me sometimes weren’t better. Though there was one that seemed decent. His name was Sukarno, and he wasn’t pushy like some of the other guys were. He was very much a gentleman in every way, and he would seek me out when all the other dumbos were gone.

However, I never found out what could have blossomed from there. Around the time I hit my second thing of life, I had been noticing tensions growing in certain members of the pack, mostly the warriors. Words were mumbled on their lips of something, but I couldn't understand what. It seemed as though a dark cloud had descended upon the pack.

My father was caught under it. The Alpha increasingly called him and the other elders to council, and it seemed as though my brother's training instantly became increasingly more urgent and difficult. Both came home weary, physically, mentally, even emotionally. And I had absolutely no idea why except that it was some sort of threat. Whatever it was, it was building.

"But dad, why-"

"Sweetie, please... just please don't ask me these questions." Isidro was struggling to keep his composure; he could barely look at his daughter's dangerously perplexed face. "My love, you have to leave. And I cannot go with you."

"No!" Suddenly Karina was a pup again, throwing a tantrum that her daddy was leaving and she had to stay behind. But this time that was fear behind that simple word. "Daddy, I'm not leaving you!"

Isidro rushed forward them, wrapping a paw around his daughter's neck as though to pull her into an embrace. Karina was in tears now, and the elderly male was finding it extremely hard to keep his own from spilling. He closed his eyes then, whispering words into her ears reminiscent of the ones that her mother had spoken long ago, "Know that daddy loves you very much."

I am haunted to no end by the look on my father's face as we said our final goodbyes and Isidor lead me away from the pack, away from our home. I am haunted by how frail and useless my father looked as he stood there, watching his children leave him. I am haunted that as I looked past him, I saw warriors dragging Sukarno away, and he was laughing hysterically.

And I am tortured by the fact that I have no idea as to why any of this happened.

So now I am stuck against my will in Auryn. I am living in a desert suffering while my father could no longer be alive. I feel empty, left with no answers to my questions, while I know that Isidor knows the truth.

I feel so alone."

lineage:
birthpack:

sire, isidro
dam, caelie
siblings, isidor

the roleplayer

ooc name: jam
age: eighteen
gender: female
roleplay level: literate