[Eastern Timber x Mexican Wolf] Messoria Jan 10, 2015 17:38:58 GMT -5
Post by Messoria on Jan 10, 2015 17:38:58 GMT -5
Years RPing: 5 years
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Birthday: January 3rd, 2012 (3 years)
Species: Eastern Timber Wolf x Mexican Wolf
Height: 30 inches
Length: 52 inches
Weight: 83 lbs
Coat Color: Black and brown mottled; appears sable in coloration
Eye Color: Light brown/amber
Health Issues: None
Other Information: N/A
Mental Stability: Unstable
Messoria’s parents were two rogue wolves in Anikira who happened upon each other one cold winter evening. They were an unlikely match, and did not get along particularly well, but Messoria’s mother was young and had recently fled from her family. So determined was she to pave her own path, to live her own life that she took a strange brute as a mate without learning much about him. The father, sensing the naivety of the female, did not protest. The match was not one of love; neither of them truly cared for each other, although Messoria’s mother would have sworn that she did at the time. Messoria was born one early morning in spring, alongside three sisters and a single brother. From the beginning, her parents were very stern with her and her siblings. Her father was stoically distant, and their mother, sobered by her pregnancy and labor, only spoke to teach them how to fend for themselves. While her brother was taught to become a warrior, Messoria and her sisters were given the task of hunting to provide the family with food. Neither of her parents ever spoke an affection word to Messoria or her siblings. Later, when she was older, Messoria would find herself confused by blatant emotion.
For the longest time, Messoria remained with her family as she grew, behaving as if she were a member in a pack as opposed to a daughter or a sibling. She began to prefer to hunt on her own, finding that she harbored ill feelings and anger towards her parents with each day that passed. When their father finally left them in favor of another naïve she-wolf, Messoria was not surprised, but her mother became manic with loss. She began to behave cruelly towards her pups, blatantly obvious with her hatred, and more often than not she fought with Messoria’s sisters. Messoria, who scoffed at her mother’s crazed insults, had no qualms about leaving to live on her own. It was when Messoria attempted to leave that her mother finally snapped, attacking her first-born daughter with clear intentions to kill. This sent Messoria into her first fit of rage, and instead of attempting to reason with her mother, Messoria killed her. She found that she felt no remorse as she left the skinny body of the wolf who had birthed her in a heap on the ground. She had never cared for her mother, truly, and her passing did not affect Messoria at all. She did not make any attempt to explain herself to her sisters, or even speak to them. She left before they returned from their hunt, never to look back or think of her previous life again. For years she roamed, avoiding packs, growing more mature and more cunning with each day. Messoria learned that her survival depended on her intelligence and her ability to think quickly, and if needed, venomously. As her third year passed, she found that she longed to become part of a pack, to function with other wolves, and began to plot her future life.
Messoria is the type of wolf who is cold and distant on the outside, and not much warmer inside. Having never received much affection as a pup, Messoria in turn does not enjoy giving it. She is very peculiar about who is allowed to touch her, and she prefers not to form strong attachments to anyone. If Messoria ever did come to trust and care for someone, she would gladly die for them, and would form an affection that could potentially border on devotion (or, as some snarkier wolves might say, slight obsession. Sharp and calculating, Messoria has no issue with scheming if it will advance her position or benefit her in any way. While she is perfectly capable of surviving alone, Messoria has always preferred pack life, where she can put her abilities to use and serve honorably. Many times she has been called "haunting", due to her dark fur, bright amber eyes, ethereal voice, and her habit of silently staring as if she could peer into one's very soul.
Above all else, Messoria prides herself on her sense of duty. If she is a part of a pack, she will obey her alpha's every command, as she feels as if she is obligated to do so. Even with things that might make one cringe, Messoria will not hesitate to do what is required of her. Because of this, she is considered to be a valuable contribution to most packs, no matter what they believe in. It is very difficult, if not impossible, to convince Messoria to stray from her dutiful path; she would likely kill the wolf who suggested it rather than even consider the request. It is her duty that makes her so unwavering in her loyalty, and she will allow nothing to stand in her way. It is also her blind devotion that makes her unstable, for she would go to any lengths for those she respects, sometimes driving her nearly to the brink of madness and overexertion.
She is persistently ambitious. All of her life, she has held herself in high regards, knowing her own worth. Over the years, she has grown to be a confident and wildly determined she-wolf. She is not ashamed of reaching her goals by any means, and she is unabashedly seductive and cunning. With a sharp tongue and quick wit, her mouth often gets her into trouble, although she cares little for whose feelings she hurts. She is incredibly intelligent, and would rather use her brains and beauty instead of brawn to get what she wants. She spends most of her time plotting, running over her options in her head, mapping out her quickest way to victory. She could easily be described as passive aggressive, and she believes whole-heartedly that revenge is a dish best served cold. While she does not fling herself at the feet of brutes, she enjoys flirting with them and teasing them, enticing them to chase her, likely due to the fact that Messoria likes to be in control. She has never had a serious lover, as she has high standards and would rather take her time with serious commitments.
She is nowhere near as delicate as she appears, despite her leans muscles and dark coat that clings to her form; she truly does prove that looks can be deceiving. Also worth noting is her mildly masochistic tendencies; she enjoys pain (as long as it is nothing severe, like maiming or extremely serious injuries), and has no issue with letting it be known. With her pride comes haughtiness. Messoria will sometimes begin to believe that she is superior to some, although it is not always intentional. When Messoria starts to believe that something is hers, whether it be territory or a mate, she becomes extremely possessive. While she will be more lenient of sharing when it comes to territory or food if she is in a pack setting, she is by no means flexible when it comes to a mate or family. She becomes fiercely protective and even a tad bit jealous.