Samsara

## Application Sheet

Samsara was a brown-furred she-wolf with darker markings on her back. She was a part of Stormhaven (NPC) as a slave, and after being freed by Vargas's rebellion, she swore her loyalty to his new pack, Damasca. When the pack left the Domain, so too did Samsara, and she has not been seen since. She was designed by silk-fur, and created and RP'd by Flufferooni.

## Personality

* ***Caring and Compassionate.*** Although born in a society that could not survive without individualism, most of what Samsara learnt during her time as a thrall has changed. If you belong to the right group of people, a.k.a to Damasca, Sara will grow attached easily, a compassionate and caring soul who has a desire to protect. After living through solitude, hardship and hostility, there is nothing she values more than the family she has found in their group of wandering thieves; they are her top priority and she relates to all of them, one way or another, making empathizing with them a natural thing to do. Most of them share a common background, after all.
* ***Social.*** However, the she-wolf is highly sociable, an extrovert and someone who has no qualms with striking up a conversation and introducing herself to someone new, making no distinction between the original members of Damasca and the newer ones. Most would say she is self-assured, because she rarely stutters and shows no shyness at all, unafraid to speak her mind.
* ***Passionate and Resolute.*** Her most prominent characteristic, and that which has remained the same throughout her life and is the core of almost every trait in her, is her passion. Samsara feels strongly, be it rage or sorrow or joy, and acts based on that. When an idea strikes her or she believes in something, she can be tremendously stubborn, chasing after it endlessly and willing to fight for it to the point where she becomes reckless. This can cause her to be close minded and defensive. In her most controlled state, Samsara is brave and noble, a believer in what is right and a defender of her values and those she cares about.
* ***Brash and Instinctive.*** At her worst, she is brash and instinctive, someone who listens to her gut and her feelings and pays little heed to common sense at times, making her unpredictable because emotions fluctuate and so does her behavior.
* ***Overzealous and Brave.*** Damasca is all she has, and the freedom she has found there thanks to Vargas is her most treasured possession. The snapping of her chains has given Sara a surge of energy, making her someone who is proactive, enthusiastic and generally, a light filled with hope and life. But, it isn't unusual for her to take things to the extreme, and can grow to be overzealous to the point of absurdity and obsession. Samsara is a wild being, a lover of her freedom and someone who intends to live at the maximum. She enjoys adrenaline as much as she enjoys her solitude, where she has surprisingly found peace. Running is her favorite activity, because it is a physical representation of freedom, what she values the most.
* ***Tormented and Afraid.*** Inside her, unknowingly to most, years of sorrow and despair linger. Sleep avoids her, and the fear of losing her companions or Vargas again grips her mercilessly. The scars of her childhood don't only mark her physique beneath her fur, but her heart and soul as well. She fears so much, that it can sometimes lead her back to the desperation of being enslaved; but this time, to a different master. It takes her a good run to clear her head or a nice chat with her friends, to remember that they are fine. And she will do anything to keep it that way.

## Pre-Group History

Samsara dates back to Stormhaven, having been witness to Gareth’s attempt at a rebellion and eventually, of his demise and Vargas’ freedom. Born to thralls, she was the only living child in a litter of stillborns, which was no surprise considering how malnourished all thralls tended to be. Despite Kashin’s efforts to keep his mate well fed and healthy, eventually hardship had won and claimed the lives of the other four pups, a litter too big to survive anyway. Or so Samsara heard as she grew.

Her parents were, similarly as everybody else in that forgotten place, concerned with the well-being of their family and nothing else. They fought to stay alive and to keep Sara alive, at least until she grew enough to collaborate with such a difficult task for wolves like them. On her multiple adventures out as a juvenile, fighting others for a scrap of food or abusing of her slim build and quick pace to steal from others behind her parents’ backs, she eventually ran into Vargas, another thrall her age. Much to her parents dismay, honorable despite the fact they swam against the current with their morality, Samsara kept her juvenile antics until she was a young adult, taking what she could alongside her friend.

But all individuality was lost when many of them began to perish under starvation’s relentless attacks. It took Azra with it, leaving behind a grieving and vengeful Kashin who didn’t hesitate to listen to his daughter.

Samsara had heard about the upcoming rebellion from Vargas. Gareth, his father, had made up a plan to rally against the elite, tired of the death and devastation they had caused to their home and families. Kashin didn’t truly care about others freedom, but he cared about avenging his dead mate, and signed up for the battle alongside Sara.

He had expected to go down fighting, after all, he had never been a wolf of remarkable physical strength. But neither of them expected it all to go so badly. Moved by hope and rage, the scenario had been very different in Samsara’s mind, and when her friends began to fall at the fangs of the enemy, one after the other like flies, it became very clear her resolve would not win the battle. Kashin died before her eyes, but Samsara kept moving, working on pure instinct and on what she had learnt fighting for food throughout her life, trying to keep up with Vargas to aid him and his parents.

Yet, she was forced to flee when a group of Stormhaven’s warriors neared and her execution loomed above her head. Being thin and quick, Samsara managed to leave undetected and escaped her certain demise. But her spirit was killed that day in battle, and it stayed that way for a while.

Until rumors reached her ears.

Vargas was not dead, not like the others. He had gotten out.

And hope bloomed within her, until she was waiting for his return, knowing he would not leave them to die. Would not let their parents’ sacrifices be in vain.

She was right, and the rest, is history.

## Group History

After her liberation from Stormhaven, alongside another slave, Qestir, she got to work settling down in the pack. Vargas spoke to Sara and another wolf, Soulstorm (under the guise of Ignis). He asked what she had lost in Stormhaven, and vowed to return it to her (at least, the dignity and freedom she had lost...her parents were not something he could restore).

When Vargas led his packmates in a raid against a large group of wolves traveling through the area, Samsara joined in. She made use of her stealth skills, working alongside many of her packmates - Ashley, Nightheim, Agana, Sheranee, Gabriel, Roanoke, Vidar, and Soulstorm - to steal prey from the pack.

Samsara relished her newfound freedom, and followed Vargas as they defended their lands from intruding loners, Orion and Barbosa (though, fortunately, their group presence was intimidating enough that no fangs needed to be bared!)

She served the pack well, until it left the Domain. It is believed that she left with the pack, and has not been seen since.

## Trivia

* Scars adorn all four of her legs, obtained both by traversing harsh terrain and given by wolves who saw her speed and knew where to strike in battle. Many more hide beneath her pelt, most of them dating back to her time as a thrall and many due to punishments.

## Quotes

* "Are we free now, Vargas?" (through tears, when the rebellion was won, *We Are Free*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
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