Wichita

Champlain, Kisale, Caspian, Dian, Torrens, Elton, Huron, Tahoe, Simcoe, Clair, Sevier, and Coeur (Siblings, NPCs)

Mar, Valencia, Mead, Ozark, Saranac, and Utah (Half-Siblings, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Wichita was a white wolf with tan-and-terracotta markings, and yellow-green eyes. They entered the Domain with their adoptive charge Pallas, joining the pack of Xassa in the midst of the Hive Wars. Their story is ongoing. Wichita was created and RP'd by PaperElk.

## Personality

* ***Studious, Charismatic, and Resourceful.*** What they lack in physical prowess Wichita more than makes up for with their enormous personality and intelligent forward thinking. They enjoy repetition and organization, and are eager to expand their knowledge on anything anyone is willing to teach them. Nothing learned is ever wasted, after all. Memorization comes easy to them, and they are able to recall most things from memory at a moment's notice, making them a remarkable source of useless facts and tips. Charming and ‘fun’, it’s easy to fall for Wichita’s playful nature, even if that only runs skin deep.
* ***Playful, Overly Comfortable, and Analytical.*** While being relatively ‘book’ smart, Wichita has very little regard for the feelings of others - or is it some sort of defense mechanism..? Rarely serious unless they’re tearing into someone (and even then, hardly) Wichita prefers to act like everyone’s buddy even if they’ve only known them a short while, delighting when someone acts negatively to their annoyingly chummy attitude. This only adds more fuel to the fire. And if you try to shout your way out of a situation this only leaves them an opening to read you for filth.
* ***Vain, Selfish, Liar, and Attention Seeking.*** Wichita is *very* concerned with their appearance, spending a good amount of time each day grooming and cleaning themselves of dirt and debris (living in the badlands was probably not the best idea). They’re not terribly interested or concerned with the troubles of others, usually choosing to turn a blind eye unless the issue is right in front of their face (ie, choosing to eat the hare they caught out of sight if others are hungry, vs offering it to them if stumbled upon). Wichita thinks themselves something of an actor, spinning tall tales and conjuring stories about their ‘mysterious’ past to make themselves seem more important and impressive than they are. Surprisingly, they’re pretty good at it - coupled with their blasé attitude, it’s almost impossible to tell the difference between a story and the truth. This runs into their attention seeking more often than not, craving the spotlight whenever they can grab it. Even a fumbled performance is an opportunity for them to be noticed.

## Pre-Group History

Born into an enormous family of twelve other *full* siblings, Wichita found themselves squarely in the middle of the bustle, born between two other litters. They were a sickly thing at birth, their two littermates fairing no different, but thankfully the three of them pulled through, only to land themselves into obscurity with their parents. They got what they needed; food, water, grooming. But with the family so large (and their father’s other mate delivering their half siblings later that moon), Wichita and their littermates were largely left to their own devices.

At some point, they became more than a little compelled to keep their pelt clean at all times to the point of snapping at siblings who splashed mud at them. Keeping a clean coat was something within their control, and they took to it diligently, using bushes and pine boughs to comb their unruly hair. It still stuck up around the nape of their neck, but that hardly bothered them, so long as they were clean.

When they realized that they could get the attention of their parents or older siblings by acting out, they made themselves a true nuisance. A dangerous slope, truly, and before long, Wichita was constantly crying wolf, telling stories of the scary intruders they’d spotted along the edge of the den clearing, or how a big eagle had tried to carry them off. They quickly became the family pest, earning themselves a good cuff around the ears every other day, but it never curbed their need, barely changing in the few seasons it took them to grow into their adult coat.

Whether they got chased out or left of their own accord, they’d never tell, but does it *really* matter? What mattered was that they were finally free to spread their beauty and talent for storytelling all over the territories.

And they *loved* it. They reveled in the recognition they received and the attention paid to them in spades during their travels, and when they realized all they wanted out of life was eyes on them, the rest of their less than favorable personality grew around it like a bad weed.

They were on their way north now, a new fabricated backstory on their tongue - an heir to the throne of a faraway land, with disciples at the ready...

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* PaperElk's deviantART Gallery