Evenaar

Aralynn (Adoptive Mother/Guardian)

Dovenal (Sister, NPC)

Heledove (Brother)

## Application Sheet

Evenaar was a dark gray she-wolf with murky gray-green eyes. Born outside of the Domain, with an older brother, Heledove, in her life, they were separated. She joined the pack of Vektren in the midst of the Hive Wars, taken under the wing of Aralynn, who served as her guardian as she settled into the pack. She would disappear from the pack unexpectedly, and has not been seen since. Evenaar was created and RP'd by Kalypso-Santorini.

## Personality

* ***Serious, Observant, and Aloof.*** Evenaar is much different than she had been with her family. Long gone is her laughter and smile, replaced by dull, hard set eyes and a permanent frown. She is observant, watching the wolves around her closely. Growing up the way she did gave her a knack for being more in tune with the emotions of others, not that she entirely acted on them. While… Rather emotional herself, Evenaar is extremely determined to not show that side of herself. Emotions were a burden that she hated to have, but couldn’t entirely shake. Sometimes her anger would just boil up so high, she was forced to self isolate before she lashed out at someone who didn’t deserve her wrath. Because of this, she outwardly appeared to be pretty cold and aloof, at least a little bit disinterested.
* ***Hardworking, Loyal, and Self-Sacrificing.*** Regardless of how she is perceived by others, Evenaar is a hard working, dedicated child. So utterly transfixed with becoming someone deserving of a second chance, Evenaar is loyal to her new home. They gave her this chance, provided her a life she didn’t truly think she deserved. Sometimes she’ll act in a self sacrificial manner, if only to punish herself for something she had absolutely no control over. It's safe to say, Evenaar has a lot to learn about herself before she can truly settle into the wolf she’s meant to be.

## Pre-Group History

If you were to ask Evenaar about her life before she found Vektren, she’d shrug the question off and tell you it was complicated. When she looked back on her younger memories, she struggled to remember the happy times. They existed though, in the depths of her mind.

She was born on a warm summer day, a single pup birthed by a weak mother. Kelfaren had been sickly just a season before, and her body never truly healed back to its normal strength. She had been small, but strong, and she grew quickly. Named Charis, after her father Darcharis. Her father doted on her, as did her brother. These were the happy memories she struggled to remember. Wrestling with her brother Heledove, learning to hunt with her father. She had felt joy, and love.

Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived. Only three months into short life, Kelfaren fell ill once more. This time, she did not have the strength to fight off the sickness. Her mothers health declined slowly, and all they could do was watch as the light faded in Kelfaren’s eyes. It was on her death bed that Kelfaren finally told Charis stories about her older sister, Dovenal. She had been a fantastic huntress, lost too soon in a horrible hunting accident.

The next day, Kelfaren was gone. The loss of her mother plunged the family into darkness. The next few days were like a lull in time as a silence of mourning fell over the small family.

Charis tried to stay positive, but she could see the pain that her father and brother felt. She tried to distract them with her training. A part of her wanted to be like Dovenal, even if they had never met. So when her father grew angry and stern, she pushed herself, allowing her training to be some sort of outlet for his pent up emotions.

What a mistake that had been.

It was the day of her first hunt, when things went wrong. She had wanted to make her father proud, so she pushed herself. She let her emotions and pride get the better of herself and in doing so, she slipped up. Charis accidentally cut her father off, scared away the doe they had been stalking. Something in Darcharis snapped and he lunged for her. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact of his body, but it never came. Instead, the snarls of Heledove ripped through the air. He had launched himself at their father, shoving him away from Charis.

She watched in horror as their bodies slammed into each other and teeth ripped into fur, slowly rolling towards a steep slope behind them. She screamed both of their names, begging them to stop, but it was all in vain. Both of them were over the edge in the blink of an eye. Charis raced to the edge, tears blurring her vision as she spotted two unmoving bodies at the bottom of the valley. By the time she had managed to skid to the bottom of the valley, blood had pooled around her father’s unmoving body.

Horror was all Charis could feel as her gaze flicked between her brother and father. Heledove had killed Darcharis… and it was all her fault. No. She had killed Darcharis, just as she had killed her mother. It all hit her so suddenly, how much of a burden she truly was. Perhaps her mother would have been healthier had she not been born. Then Darcharis wouldn’t have been so blinded by his grief. Then Heledove could have lived a happy life with both of his parents. Instead, because of her, both of them were dead.

Not only had she taken their parents away from Heledove, but now he carried the guilt of their fathers death. All because she had wanted to impress Darcharis, because she was so desperate and ruined the hunt.

She was a *burden*.

It became increasingly obvious as Heledove tried his hardest to provide for both of them. He would often hunt alone, or they were forced to eat the leftover scraps of others kills. They wandered north for a while, with no real destination. Both of them had left that valley completely different wolves. Heledove had lost his sly smile, the teasing lilt in his voice. Every day the guilt weighed heavier and heavier on Charis as she watched her brother become a shadow of he once had been. She was too busy worrying about Hele to realize the same had happened to her. The sparkle in her eyes had long faded, she often walked with her head low and the weaker she got, the more she slowed her brother down.

After months of struggling, trying not to starve, Charis could take it no longer. She woke as the moon peaked in the sky. Her eyes lingered on Heledove’s bony, sleepy form for a moment before she turned away and never allowed herself to look back. He would be better off without her. Heledove would no longer have to worry about feeding her. She hoped he became strong again. Hoped he could find happiness with her gone from his life. No longer would she be a burden.

So she walked. For many days, Charis wandered to nowhere in particular. She fully intended to let the season take her, end her miserable existence… but a part of her just wouldn't allow it. Deep inside, she was angry. Angry that her life had been ruined before she even had the chance to enjoy it. Angry that she had ruined everything for her family.

Perhaps it was out of spite, but she refused to die. She refused to give up without righting the wrongs that had been dealt to her. So for the first time in many days, Charis hunted. How ironic it was, that her father’s teachings would be so detrimental to her survival.

Her solo traveling continued to take her further north, until her luck eventually ran out. After spending what felt like ages scaling a steep mountainside and making it to the other side, Charis found herself face to face with a snarling cougar. It looked weak and sickly, as if an illness had sapped all of its strength from its body. Even still, the feline was twice her size and likely still much stronger than she was. She knew she needed to run, knew she could not out muscle the cougar. She knew this… but still she found herself flinging her small body straight at the cougar. Its claws immediately sunk into her skin and she bit back a welp of pain, instead sinking her teeth into its exposed flank. The cougar’s back legs flailed as she tackled it to the ground, one of them scoring straight across her face. The searing pain was enough to loosen her grip on the feline’s side. Just like that, she had lost the upper hand. It’s body was on top of her in seconds, flinging both of them over the cliff's edge.

It felt fitting, for this to be the end. As the earth disappeared from under her paws and the sensation of falling wrapped around her like a warm breeze, she knew this was what she deserved.

…

When Charis woke, every part of her body protested in pain. She was in a strange place, it smelt like moisture. She could hear birds chirping. When she tried to lift her head, a small groan was the only noise she could manage to get out before unconsciousness claimed her once more.

Eventually she stirred again, but she was no longer alone. A stranger stood over her, his red eyes bore into her malice. He demanded to know who she was, but her throat was raw and her voice failed her. He bared his teeth, but his gaze slid to somewhere beside her. Charis forced her neck to turn until her eyes landed on the limp, unmoving body of the cougar. A surge of triumph filled her chest. She had actually killed it. The wolf standing over her seemed amused, as he turned back to her.

"It's a shame given all the rotten corpses another will have to be added to the pile, don't ya think?"

Fear struck her quick and hard, adrenaline surging through her. With every last drop of energy she had, Charis struggled to her paws. At only nine months old, she was so small he seemed to loom above her just as high as the mountain did. Swallowing, she managed to spit out a single word. “Please.”

*"Please?* Oh my dear, how many times have I heard that line."

She seemed to sway on her feet, knowing there was no possible way to defend herself against an attack from him.

"Well...you know, because I'm feeling rather generous today, why exactly should I kindly let you breathe another breath of life?"

Gritting her teeth, Charis bit back her desperation. She met his stare, refusing to let him intimidate her any further. “I’m tired of being a burden.”

"Aren't we all....but when you put it that way. Perhaps there's use for you yet, why not prove yourself? You found yourself here after all, maybe the Shadow Mother has something in store for you." He paused, watching her curiously. "I will only offer this once and not lightly. If you come back to my pack with me you will have a chance to no longer be that burden."

Relief flooded her so quickly, she almost crumpled back to the ground. Charis tried to hide the effort it took to stand on all four paws. Without speaking, she simply nodded. What other option did she have?

The large wolf let out a short, amused huff. “You’ve got guts. So kid, what’s your name?”

Her mouth opened to tell him, but she quickly clenched her jaw shut. Her name was Charis… but that name held nothing. Not anymore, not after everything had happened. She no longer wanted the ties it held to her family's downfall. Not anymore. She only contemplated for a quiet moment before she mumbled quietly, “Evenaar.”

The wolf, who she later learned was named Damon, led her back to his home. She met several wolves, including the leader Nimh, before she was handed off to a young she-wolf named Aralynn who was to be her guardian. Her wounds were treated, and she was fed. Here, she had a chance at a new life. A second chance, one where she refused to ever burden the wolves around her. No longer. Never again…

## Group History

Cautiously, Evenaar explored her new pack and got to know some packmates. She was astonished by the boldness of gator-hopping Aubrey, thinking she for sure wasn't going to give that a try!

She met non-Vektreni too. Vektren and their former enemy, Aryn, teamed up in order to fight the Hive, and Evenaar briefly met an Arynian named Synnove. The two pumped one another up for battle before parting ways! On the battlefield, Evenaar was fierce, fighting with everything she had to defeat her enemies. There were times she was left exposed to attack, but other Domainians were there to fight off potential ambush.

This wasn't going to be the only time Evenaar saw battle, for not too long after, the wolves of the Domain marched on the Hive's Queen. Evenaar bade a fond farewell to Aralynn, who was remaining off the battlefield, at Xassa. Evenaar was ready. She joined Ophion, Meria, and Arawn in the thick of the battle, risking her life to help a grievously injured Ophion. He would survive, but only because Evenaar and the others held off the Hive long enough for Magister Theodosia to tend to his injuries.

And with that, the Hive Wars had ended. The Queen was defeated, and Evenaar returned to Vektren with her packmates, feeling...hollow. She didn't want to be a burden, but how could she contribute to her pack? She found herself questioning her purpose.

Ultimately, she would disappear from Vektren in the months following the end of the Hive Wars. Where she went, whether it was of her own volition or if she was taken, was completely unknown. All that *was* known is that nobody in Vektren would see her again.

## Trivia

* Evenaar often has nightmares.
* She positively hates the warmer seasons, preferring the cooler months.
* Evenaar's scar often aches with phantom pains.

## Quotes

* “Show those monsters how much of a mistake it was to make Aryn and Vektren their enemies.” (to Synnove, *Before War*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Kalypso-Santorini's deviantART Gallery