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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 2:45 pm
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Old Blood
Username: medigel
Wolf Name: Evergloam
Desired Rank: Warden of the First
Personality: Once quiet and unfocused in his youth due to the circumstances of his entry to the pack, Evergloam quickly has grown to be a papa bear of sorts. There are leadership qualities in him - a will to see things through, awareness of his responsibility in his actions and words, and an honesty that can sometimes be painful - but something keeps him from stepping up. Perhaps it's his want to see others shine or, more likely, his absolute terror of failing. Something has caused him to believe only the worst possible thing can happen if he takes point. In most cases, the only time he'll step up is in the act of protecting another, regardless of bodily harm to himself.
He's since taken up Warden of the First in the wake of the raid, though that doesn't mean he's entirely comfortable with it yet. Evergloam seems more the reluctant soldier than the upstanding leader he has the potential to be.
Mentoring seems to be his favorite hobby, though only in an informal sense. Evergloam loves to learn and then give those seeds of knowledge to others so that they may grow elsewhere. He seems to have a knack for knowing tics and quirks about others especially, as his intuition is rather strong, though he would pale at the idea of using it for anything other than gentle teasing. Indeed despite his size and strength, he's a pushover in general.
The only surefire way to make the berserker angry is in seeing him fail or make mistakes. There, one might see the rare instance of Evergloam truly embodying his species' name, reacting with rather inappropriate amounts of anger. To circumvent this, he tries to stay in the background and be more of a support to others.
Brief History: [Evereve and PhoenixAsh (both owned by Straye, permission granted for fam plots)]
Evergloam's litter came into the world as a conflict rather than a product of joy. Evergloam himself as the first-born male was treasured by their father as his would-be successor, but his younger siblings (and in particular his brother PhoenixAsh) were seen as pointless wastes of resources in the Waylands. Their mother fled south to avoid potential violence and abuses, and for a short time the four found a semblance of peace among the dead forest. The caves especially, with their bioluminescent moss, earthy scents, and strange crystals, became something of a home.
Unfortunately, a single mother with rather young pups is always at risk to be preyed upon - let alone a species that has never been seen before, and therefore is treated as Other, in a land she doesn't know. Set upon by a pack of starving coyotes, their mother sacrificed herself to stave them off long enough to get the children away. "Protect them!" she had ordered Evergloam as they fled. Perhaps it was too much to ask a pup to do, but Evergloam had tried to keep his siblings safe. Within a few days, however, the stress became too much, and the coyotes found them again. He doesn't remember much, beyond fighting, fleeing, pain, fear, and a sheen of red mist over his vision.
The Fire Bringer member that eventually found him half-dead claimed the only things he said were: "look", "for" and "ever". Those words haunt him still, though he doesn't quite know what they mean. The closest he's come to recollecting is his choice of dye, a strange pale green meant to mimic moss, evoking the smells of his childhood in an unknown place.
Growing up in the pack, he felt like he was always missing something. Evergloam's memory was filled with holes, and he actively avoided looking too deeply at it in fear of the nightmares that might come back to him - of losing something dear because he was too weak. Such was his need to "complete" himself that Evergloam was an oddly submissive youth, shouldering compliments and insults alike with a gentle giant's patience; it never felt like it was much about him so much as it was about others, anyway. He extended kindness to kinsmen and strangers alike, the latter of which eventually led to betrayal and murder. Only then did his fear of responsibility get shattered by the reality that if he continued to cower, more horrifying events like this could happen.
The moment he learned about the position of Warden of the First, a fire lit within him that he couldn't explain. This, he had to protect, just like he had to protect the pack. The drive was bone-deep, necessary as breathing - and until an ethereal appears to fulfill that niche, he will hover over all pack members alike with doglike stubbornness. Maybe even after.
Add To Their Story: - Evergloam will eventually begin finding signs of his siblings - one being a wanderer in the Redwoods, the other a member of Swiftfell. The latter can open up possible pack relations, assuming the reclusive Fire Bringers would be open to it.
- A one-sided love would be funny to see, as he's the pining sort who would never make the first move. Or an actual reciprocated one is fine too, but he's a big ol' dummy so the former seems funnier. Someone either outside the pack or of higher rank/similar rank than him.
- A big enough error in judgment leads to someone getting hurt, and Evergloam just goes...berserk. Maybe in an attack against possible raiders, he just runs off and goes on a rampage, accidentally attacking his own teammates in the process. Addressing his issues would be key to fixing this, though he would do everything to avoid it. (Though this would change if he had reconciled with his siblings prior, as it was their perceived deaths that had marked him so strongly)
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DaerilS generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
2!
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