[Mexican x Kenai x Arctic Wolf] Pandora

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OOC
Name: Zen
Years RPing: Many many many
Other: YOU KNOW NOTHING, JOHN SNUUUUH~
How You Found Us: Via the interwebs

General
Name: Pandora 
Birthday: March 1st, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Mexican (dominant), kenai and arctic

Physical
Height: 27 inches (genetic height 32")
Length: 53 inches (genetic length 58")
Weight: 68 pounds (genetic weight 80lbs)
Coat Color: Predominantly a rich brown-red, with dapples of red/black along her body. Her facial markings are somewhat complex (see ref below). 
Eye Color: Light blue
Health Issues: Her physical growth is stunted due to an early addiction to the plant Nicotiana Benthamiana, causing her to be smaller and lighter than her body naturally should be. This addiction will lead to chronic insomnia and infrequent symptoms of narcolepsy (sudden sleep), which often causes double vision or hallucinations. 
Other Information: Pandora suffers from a severe psychosis where she believes that the Gods can speak to her, often occurring through lucid dreams, phantasmic voices or her occasional hallucinations. Her delusions are prophetic in nature - revealing future predictions or glimpses into the fates of others around her, or so she believes. As such, she is devoutly spiritual and religious, using her addiction to the Godleaf (as she calls it) in order to maintain a constant state of receptiveness to the deities' divine interaction.

Mental
Mental Stability: Insane

History: On the night of Pandora’s conception, the gods were smiling – some in monstrous amusement, and others in heartfelt assent. Her father, the infamous Emperor of Kairos, and her mother, the pack’s esteemed Matriarch, unified to create new life, and merited by the couple’s strange relationship of power, the litter was to be calamitous – all but Pandora would inherit the ability to fell mountains to the ground, but the girl’s exception was, in fact, sanctioned by the gods. Truly, her existence was a blessing… the sole beauty within a litter of beasts. A rosebud flowering in a garden of terrifying darkness.


From her very first moment, she was different from her siblings – despite being the firstborn, she was no more than a delicate lamb hidden amongst a sea of giants, although she was a cherished addition despite lacking the god-given strength of her brothers and sister. The gods, ever merciful, granted her a strength of her own – the gift of hearing, and seeing, across the chasm that separated the lowly beasts from the Divine. An oracle from her very first breath, she heard their voices in her dreams like hushed lullabies, consoling the stunning whelp when all other surrounding her heard only silence. Of all of her siblings, Pandora undoubtedly slept the easiest amongst them. In her infancy, the voices held no meaning; but as she grew, becoming more bold, beautiful and inquisitive, she learned to listen to them - and what strange things they would whisper in her ear.

[more to come as she ages] 

Personality: It would be all-too convenient to shelve Pandora amongst the masses of the heinous and volatile beasts riddled, like her, with mental illness – murders, sadists and cannibals all – however, this could not be farther from the tangled truth that comprises this saintly girl. Though Pandora might have a loose grip upon reality, she is by no means even a quarter of the monster that her psychoses labels her as; in fact, she is the epitome of calm, magnanimous and selfless… often forcefully so, in order to please the gods. Albeit, she is known to be a slight judgemental and, oftentimes, pretentious due to her delusions of self-aggrandisement, but she does inherently seeks the salvation of all wolves that cross her path, foe or friend. She is untiringly composed and charitable in most instances, but she is by no means a pushover – in fact, her will is relatively forthright and headstrong, heeding only the gods and little else.

Although she is a far cry from possessing the same god-complex that plagues her father, she does believe that she is a being chosen by the very gods themselves as a vessel and mouthpiece to reveal their greater plan upon the world, no matter the grisly or profound consequences such insights could reap upon simpler minds. As such, she has an almost ignorant sense of indestructibility, believing that the divines will protect her no matter the peril. Her physical weaknesses and fragile build seem practically inconsequential to her, as she has an 'inner strength' bestowed to her from the other celestial plane; the fact that she has an almighty father and five enormous siblings at her side, the majority of whom would defend her hide without hesitation, lends heavily to her belief that she is most unharmable. Humility is seldom in her heart, as Oracles are amongst the most sacred and divine of mortals. 
Her addiction to the Godleaf keeps her in a constant state of false wakefulness, her insomnia usually cycling through random states of alertness and fatigue when the drugs begin to wear off, allowing her to 'see' or 'hear' her gods through hallucinations when her exhaustion reaches its pinnacle. Though she is not obsessed with the plant, per se - that is, she does not spend every waking moment desiring it, or become hostile in its absence - the nicotine that it possesses will ensure that she always returns to it to sate her cravings. 

Much like the apparitions given to her by her gods, she speaks in confounding riddles and metaphors – though this could be tiresome to sceptics, those with open-minds may find enlightenment or, at the very least, amusement in her revelations. She makes no efforts to convince others that her visions are true, in tandem with the existence of her deities; after all, if the gods truly wanted them to believe, would they not have made it so? Likewise, she brushes off doubt and criticism of her religion with blind ease. To her, the Gods are as real as rain in the clouds… sometimes unseen, and sometimes heralded from the sky with resounding thunder - believers and nonbelievers will be drenched all the same. 

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