Sindri

## Application Sheet

Sindri was a dark gray-brown wolf with piercing moon-yellow eyes. He joined the pack of Vektren in the midst of the Hive Wars, where he served as a Delta Magister until his disappearance in the summer. He has never been seen again. Sindri was created and RP'd by huskent.

## Personality

* ***Resourceful.*** If not bogged down by a foul temper, Sindri can be resourceful. Forever a problem solver at heart, Sindri has an aptitude to think swiftly on his feet. If there’s an issue, Sindri can often see multiple ways to handle it, and if he cannot, he will think until he can. This can sometimes increase his skill in combat, for if things take a nasty turn he is able to calculate other strategies. Socially, it is also a helpful trait as he can assist his packmates by taking whatever problem they may have and finding numerous ways to solve it.
* ***Determined.*** Determination courses through Sindri's blood, a lingering yearning to prove his worth, to show he is an asset, not a detriment. Due to his determination to succeed, he will put forth his full effort to tend to Vektren as a whole, like a rose in a garden. If he can do something that may become a display of his worth, he will chase the opportunity aggressively. Lacking in strength, he must find other ways to impress beyond tooth and claw.
* ***Sly.*** Sindri is most certainly a sly being, with a watchful eye, he looks for angles that he can manipulate. No one is truly immune to this in the sense of becoming a target. Sindri watches, analyzes and scrutinizes. His movements are careful, his actions methodical. His slyness fit in Vektren, however. And he uses it to his advantage without remorse.
* ***Cunning.*** Equipped with a keen cunning, Sindri searches for opportunities to benefit either himself or Vektren, though he values providing for Vektren more. He is forever thinking, forever planning and this makes him a cunning beast, using his mind as an edge where he lacks in bulk and sheer strength. He is not beyond using exploits, and rapidly will search for them if necessary.
* ***Persuasive.*** While not necessarily an individual boasting confidence to the brim, Sindri is a persuasive wolf, able to web words in a way that can sway another. Of course, it is not fool-proof and is a gamble but assisted by a quick-wit, he can find manners where persuasion becomes of ease and his honey-sweet words convince.
* ***Devout.*** To Vektren's two gods, Sindri is devout, while not uncommon within the cult, he is often quite fanatical with beliefs of grandeur spurned by his religion. With a thoroughness he believes that -- spared him and gave him a greater calling. To please the gods is something he yearns to do daily, no matter the cost. Those who don't share his faith are scorned.
* ***Abrasive.*** Sindri can be rather cold and abrasive, while not out of any ill-intent, he simply is harder to bond with than some other wolves. His words can be dry and blunt alongside cutting and he doesn't always think before he speaks, so he can rub another the wrong way without having meant to do such a thing. This makes forming deep connections difficult for him. Still, Sindri is complacent, believing this is simply how he shall forever be.
* ***Hard-working.*** There's no doubt that Sindri is a hard-working wolf, and to follow the path set by the pack, he will devote a majority of his time to Vektren. Beyond this, he enjoys the busy-work, to keep his mind occupied. Not staying on his feet creates a restlessness within him that is difficult to abate. The fact is, he enjoys work, especially more hard or tedious labor.
* ***Withdrawn.*** While he doesn't shy away from others, per se, Sindri is withdrawn, mostly emotionally, and it's for a reasoning he cannot pin. Something about opening up to another creates great fear within him, so he remains inside his walls. Social interaction can drain him unless it's tied into work for the cult, so he can prefer not to say anything than to spark conversation.
* ***Empathetic.*** Despite his flaws, Sindri is overly-empathetic, so much that he can often ride off another's emotions, feeling the sensation of it himself. This brings out a kinder side in this reclusive wolf. To his pack mates, he carries great empathy, and sometimes this will even extend to those outside the cult. He views things from all angles and consider the feelings of another profusely.
* ***Tense.*** A nervousness constantly pesters Sindri, so he is quite often tense, as if strung taut as wire. This has led him to form some habits for alleviation, and over-grooming is among the most noticeable habit performed. Mindless, he will pluck at the fur of his tail, and it's long since lost the fluffy tufts it once had. Mostly, he ruminates. This can make him snappy as he is continually on edge. Pressure can be harder to weigh on his shoulders, but he stays determined to endeavor through it all.
* ***Envious.*** Secretly, there is a lot others have that Sindri desires, making him a being of envy, green as green can be. It can be strength, it can be power, it can be anything and everything. He sees himself as lacking and thus pines for what others have that he does not possess. This envy can create a form of bitterness at times. However, he swallows this all back, and none would be the wiser.
* ***Frail.*** Unfortunately, while Sindri has strengths in other areas, he tends to be more of a frail wolf, with a proneness to catching ill. Although, it's never enough to generally put him off his paws, it does mean he is most certainly not a good combatant. He has to rely on his wits, stealth, and cunning nature to make up for this flaw. It is likely the thing he is most insecure about, and he dances around the fact, and becomes resentful when bothered about the whole ordeal.
* ***Paranoid.*** Sindri suffers from bouts of paranoia, mainly inspired by a fear of wronging the gods he so dearly worships. This stems back to his pup hood. Lingering roots that burrow. He may become cagey and find others suspect. Sometimes he can shake the feeling, sometimes it is tangled in his mind like a burr in the tufts of his fur. His general tenseness does not aid him with the abrupt bouts.
* ***Nosy.*** Sindri tends to be, well, nosy. He is incredibly intrigued and fascinated by the going-ons of others, especially if he has no involvement. What is spoken between the higher-ups in the ranks piques his curiosity and he can't help but become nosier and nosier. This can lead him to snoop to information gather. Secretly, he is rather ashamed of this but he cannot help wanting to know what's going through the grapevine.

## Pre-Group History

In the beginning grips of Winter, as a chill began to form in the air - sharp in its nip, Sindri came into the world.

To two loners was he born, Magdalene and Ciph. Their relationship held some oddities to it, and instead of traveling together, they often strayed from one another. Coming only to meet again at certain times that they pre-planned with conciseness.

While Ciph loved Magdalene, he could not lie, Mag was aloof- a wolf of marked frigidness. She was not affectionate, and when she found she was pregnant, at first, she resented the fact.

She had aimed her ire towards Ciph, who- a sickly wolf who feared for what time he had left on this earth- tolerated the frequent lash-outs she made him endure.

No matter what, he attempted to keep on with a smile, to keep an upbeat attitude, hoping that she may one day turn a new leaf, complacent and unwilling to break things up with her no matter how hard it got.

Eventually, as she progressed through her pregnancy, Magdalene became softer, more accepting of having pups, even now pining for when her little ones would be born.

Moreover, she became more affectionate towards Ciph, and it tied him down as she desired. To raise pups alone, in truth, terrified her. A dependency on Ciph existed, and she exploited it.

For a while, they had the facade of a happy couple. Although, Ciph held no awareness that he was part of an intricate performance and an overall falsehood. He saw everything as genuine, thinking perhaps the tides had turned. When in truth, Magdalene pulled strings to provide herself security throughout her pregnancy.

Not that she doubted her competence, no, she merely knew to take advantage of Ciph's sappiness would ease the burdens pregnancy can bring upon a lone wolf.

The air grew frigid, and soon, it was time, and love-struck, Ciph catered to Mag, not budging from her side during labor.

Despite working together, food had been scarce, and the two were weaker than they might have been otherwise. Only one pup survived.

Sindri.

While this broke Ciph's heart, Mag saw the loss as a cycle in life, guided by forces unseen. For Sindri to be a sole survivor was the work of fate. However, she continued her ruse, playing distraughtly.

Despite her manipulation of Ciph, within her heart began to blossom love for the pup she now gently groomed between her paws. In her mind flashed his destiny. Without any input from Ciph, she declared the pup's name as Sindri. A name which she envisioned held great power.

While an eventual tool for her motives, Mag viewed Sindri as a very well-loved tool.

However, with Sindri's birth, the masquerade broke apart. Not that it dawned upon Ciph how weaved into the web of Mag's games he was, but because Mag grew fiercely protective of Sindri, spitting that she did not need Ciph to latch onto her side and that she was to move elsewhere with her pup and he was not to follow.

Ciph had mountainous concerns surrounding the proposed plan and attempted to bargain with Magdalene, but it was of no use, and he had not in his heart to combat her any further. So, Magdalene chased Ciph off. Her coat bristled as she snapped her fangs at him if ever dallied.

She did not need *his* meddling.

Not now nor ever. Perhaps he would be worth stringing along in the future but for now, Magdalene raised her sole pup while she lit herself in a positive light.

Ciph? Well, she told tales that painted him the opposite. While Sindri, still brimming with naivety, fed into the stories. A bitterness became rooted in his heart. All revolved around his mother, and overall, he was an immensely obedient pup.

When he grew into an adolescent, Magdalene told him she was to leave him. Though, she murmured the promise that she would return.

Having never been alone, Sindri grappled with great difficulty at the idea.

Yet, he did not grouse. Instead, he believed this had to be what was good for him.

Sindri suffered, indeed.

He learned of starvation, to hunger.

How to fail, as he struggled to learn to hunt on his own.

The burden of loneliness.

However, his slyness aided him, alongside his ability to sway others, something carried down through his mother. The fact that he was so young helped.

Magdalene taught him to trust no one, and he vowed by it. Regardless, he came to travel with wolves on occasion. Although never had he fit in.

It was when he heard of the elusive Vektren wolves that his curiosity piqued. For a while, he tried to spot one of these wolves, stalking just outside the territory. A calling allured him to the pack. His mother always told him his fate held greatness.

With that belief held firmly in mind, Sindri kept living close to their territory.

Given his juvenile status, a Vektrini wolf named Garmund discovered him. Sindri looked like a skinny heap of fur and bones. With his moldable state, there was leniency upon what to *do* with him. As he had begun to linger far too close to their territory, it was prudent to *do* something with him.

Fortunately, his mold-ability made him a prospect for Vektren.

Only would they welcome Sindri if he made it through what they deemed as Reeducation.

Sindri did not fight it. The ordeal was arduous, if not far more than that.

It shattered everything Sindri knew, breaking him to fit into the peg desired by Vektren.

While it was beyond arduous at first, Sindri came to relish the way of the Vektrini wolves, pledging himself a devout to their gods.

Sindri became a Serf. From there, he grew to become a Neophyte despite being stunted by his period of starvation. The transition was fluid, as despite how turbulent the Reeducation phase was, he came out a new wolf. Soon, take upon a task has become a central focus.

With such unmovable faith, Sindri knew he found where he had belonged, while he held a sliver of hope he would meet his mother again.

## Group History

After his arrival in Vektren, Sindri quickly set about proving himself and taking on the task of a Magister. When Warlord Jaskier and Mistress Nimh led Vektren to Riverfell, to fight against the Hive, all of the Vektreni went along with them, including Sindri himself. He would not actively participate in the battle, but instead offered his skills in healing to the injured, including a miserable-looking Riverfellian named Orsu.

After a few days with Riverfell, as they tried to recover from both their wounds and their grief, the Vektreni, and Sindri, returned to Vektren. However, they wouldn't be back in the swamps for long before Sindri departed. Nobody knows what became of him, but he has never been seen again.

## Quotes

* "I've brought herbs 'ta help ye recover. If ye want 'em." (to Orsu, *Wary*)

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