Post by Ilithya on Oct 4, 2015 17:45:48 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Fel
Years RPing: 7 years
Other: ---
How You Found Us: affiliate with vindico
General
Name: Ilithya
Birthday: March 19 2012
Gender: Female
Species: 50% Red Wolf x 25% Tundra Wolf x 25% ethiopian wolf
Physical
Height: 29 inches
Length: 56 inches
Weight: 60 lbs
Coat Color: russet, tan and black
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: no physical setbacks
Other Information she has the white markings of an ethiopian wolf in cream (throat, chest, and inside of her ears) and a black tail tip. Her muzzle is slightly slimmer and sharper than that of a gray wolf and more like the smaller breed as well.
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable, mild paranoia, mild anxiety, moderate schizophrenia,
History: Born last in a litter of four during a chilly spring morning. Ice spread over the ground, the sun shone white over the small den. Her name would be Ilithya, as she takes much after her on her grandmother on her mother's side, much to her mother's chagrin as she loathed the woman more than anything. Although she would never come to know the elder, she knew only that she was given the name because of their similarities. Her mother treated her boys and husband with all of the love and care in the world, tiny as she was, she held a certain power over them. They loved her, obeyed her, tended to her every need. She taught Ilithya to be a caretaker to the family, nothing more, and nothing less without proper punishment. She was raised a docile little girl, trained to be graceful and mannerly and above all obedient. It was best for a girl such as herself to be seen and not heard - disrespect was not tolerated, and she grew up rarely speaking to those around her. Her voice was aggravating, distressing, and so she held her tongue.
She thought that this was right, until one winter's night when the moon was full, she met a wandering gypsy. The woman was howling to the goddess of the moon, praising her for the solstice, and to this day Ili swore that she had never seen anyone so beautiful. They became fast friends after the quiet girl introduced herself to the woman. Her name was Mariposa - a butterfly. She was a year old at that time, impressionable, and yearning for knowledge of a world larger than her own. The gypsy taught her everything that she could ever ask about the real world. Told her stories, and filled her with dreams and aspirations that the yearling had never before known that she was allowed to have. The woman spoke of how she, like any wolf, held power within her - and Ili had that power too. And finally, she would reassure the child that she was meant to be seen and listened to, as were all others.
Over the course of half a year Ilithya became infatuated with her beautiful teacher - and she made the mistake of telling one of her beloved brothers about her. The eldest brother, the large russet man with a heart of ice. Perhaps he would enjoy the tales, maybe he would love this woman as Ili did, and her two worlds could connect. Her life at home and the life she wanted that lay within the beating heart of another - she yearned for home to be where the heart was. If her brother could understand then he could tell her mother, and everything would be alright! However the young man was taken aback, and quickly told their mother of the filth this woman was putting into his sister's head.
The woman would think on the subject, before confiding in her husband. Filling his head with lies, how their daughter was in danger. How if they did not act, she would be swept away and turned into a harlot. With her guidance, the gypsy was killed by her husband, and unknown to the man, she made sure ilithya watched.
The girl was then put in a cave which was guarded by her family. She cried for days, weeping, ridden with guilt and fear. It was too much for the youngest son to bear. He had enough of his family's strange treatment of his sister - and after hearing that his mother had his little sister's friend murdered, he decided to do something about it. At first he fought for her by arguing with his family, trying to get them to come to their senses. His mother's hold though, was simply too strong.
They didn't listen.
So with a bit of time, he managed to helped her escape, and traveled with her until they were far, far away from the place that they called home. They walked for miles, until they were met with the ocean between them and where wolves could just barely be scented, whispers carried over the breeze. He ushered for Ilithya to find her own life, taste true freedom for the first time, and left her behind. would do his best to catch up with her later, but he had business to take care of back at home. If it all went well he would return to her one day, but if not then she wouldn't see him again. And so she made the swim to Anikira's shores alone. It's been a year since then, and Ilithya has gotten used to being on her own. She misses her brother dearly, and has long since started to hear his voice in whispers just out of sight. He's always warm, reassuring, and soothing, while the voice of her mother is harsh, telling her to put herself in danger, that she doesn't deserve to live, that she's disobedient and spoiled.
Personality Her first love lives on within her heart, but she still holds a heavy amount of guilt for what happened. She is quick to feel a lot of guilt for things that aren't her fault, and try senselessly to fix them when they are. It's hard for her to get attached to others, and when she doesn't feel someone wants to listen to her or bother with her she grows icy and withdrawn. The woman grows lonely easily, and has taken to singing to fill the silence. Her voice is high, filled with endless hope as well as sadness. When she fills frigid nights with song, she thinks of the woman who put her on the path to freedom, and then sacrificed herself at a chance to break her chains.
Ilithya refuses to be anyone's servant again, and is picky about who she pledges her allegiance to. She's not much in stature, but she wants so badly to be strong, to be independent, that she will not hesitate to fight even those that it's hopeless to defeat if it means continuing life the way she wants to. She will also fight for another's freedom should the time ever come. It's her greatest desire, to be to someone what Mariposa was to her. To be their inspiration, to be everything they desire, but at the moment it seems like a silly day dream. The voice of her mother is constantly dragging her down, telling her that she is nothing, and it's damn near time that she realize it.
She squashes it down along with the rest of her insecurities and puts on an act she prays will one day become reality. Perhaps if she is an impenetrable fortress, confident and mature, she will be a single step closer to what she desires to be.
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