Edelwood

## Application Sheet

Edelwood was a brown and silver she-wolf with pumpkin orange eyes. She was a Viper in Vektren, which she joined in the midst of the Hive Wars. Her story is ongoing. Edelwood was created and RP'd by Aekaitz.

## Personality

* ***Confident, Regal, and a Perfectionist.*** Edelwood has always carried herself with a cool and casual confidence. She maximizes the use of her height, holding her head high and often her chin as well, carrying a very regal air. Regal, but not in a way that exudes ego and makes her appear “above” everyone else, but in a way that emanates power and self-assuredness, each step perfectly placed. This is a standard she holds for herself internally AND externally; she is a perfectionist to nearly the point of disorder. She is meticulous, obsessed with little details, and uses this to advantage in her planning.
* ***Manipulative, Charismatic, and Charming.*** Parallel with her assured confidence, Edelwood is a master with words. The way she carries herself alongside the way she can weave her speech makes her a captivating orator that begs to be listened to. Her voice is not her only draw. She is effortlessly charismatic and charming, but with an undertone that feels almost motherly; she uses her eye for detail well and often makes her companions feel heard, and almost loved. This is a huge reason why her peers always considered her a confidant and motivator; she had a way with words and intent listening that motivated them to try harder or go the extra mile. No one wants to disappoint their loving mother. It is also a tool for a master manipulator.
* ***Strict, Devout, and Passionate.*** She is very strict, however, and has a low tolerance for breaking rules or dishonoring The Shunned Ones. She is a devout religious wolf and follows her beliefs as closely as she can, often meditating on future plans and ideas and quickly pivoting if she feels the Gods told her to act differently. She considers herself very in-tune with the will of the Gods, and will even go as far as to suggest alternate methods of carrying out a plan to higher ranks if she feels she has been told that their way was wrong. Perhaps one can say this is disrespecting her leaders, but she likes to consider it a great help in aiding future success. She has an unnerving passion about everything she does and says, a passion that is almost contagious.
* ***Private and Deflective.*** Despite her effort to relate to her peers and be very careful about remembering little details about them, Edelwood is strangely closed off regarding her own life and refuses to let people in to her mind. She is quick to deflect personal questions and easily turns them around to make them more about the other person, and anyone who catches on to this and tries to pry is met with a quick and scalding temper. Asking about her scars and her mate, or why she disappeared into the shadows of the pack for so long, is a quick way to earn her wrath and ire...

## Pre-Group History

A litter born to two wolves with an unshakable faith in the Mother and Father was bound to grow into greatness, and it seemed Edelwood and her siblings would fit the image perfectly. Her mother, a well-trained Shade, and her father, a talented Scythe, led their children through their youth with a strict and pious hand, while leaving each to discover their talents and pick their task accordingly.

Edelwood was a headstrong and motivated pup since her birth, the first to lift herself from the ground and take steps, the first to attack and tussle with her siblings. Though she wasn’t the most physically muscular or the largest, her willpower and ability to adapt made up for it. These qualities only bloomed as she aged from whelp into her young adult life.

It seemed nothing could stop the ambitious, charming pale lady. She quickly completed her trials and assumed the task of the Viper. She trained under her father as a Scythe for a while before deciding that, despite her adequacy in battle, her quick wit, adaptability, and meticulous eye for detail was her real strength. Edelwood had an unmistakable draw, a talent for speaking in a way that begged to be listened to; a natural charisma. She was quickly becoming admired by her peers, rising through the ranks, and racing quickly toward the greatness she seemed destined for.

Interwoven with her intense training, Edelwood became a strict follower of the Shunned Ones, devoting mornings and evenings that were not filled with tasks to meditation, believing these times in pensive silence brought her mind closer to the wills of the gods. This, alongside her rising confidence and her mesmerizing speech made her a confidant for her brothers and sisters, often enamored by her brutal honesty that was softened by her soothing, almost motherly tone. This gave her a new role: a motivator. A hype-man. And this trust her peers placed in her only made her feel more powerful.

The hopeless romantic within her was awakened by a stoic Enforcer named Timat. He, like many other servants, sought her out for advice and motivation, but Edelwood found herself enraptured by the quiet male, but hadn’t been interested in pursuing him, as she felt it would just be a distraction. Timat, however, had other ideas, and continued to return for advice over the following weeks, and the two grew close. Timat finally confessed he had just been trying to remain close to her, after joining her on an evening meditation, and Edelwood found herself to be endlessly in love with him.

The war caused havoc for both packs, and new mates Edelwood and Timat dedicated all of their energy to their pack. There was little time for the couple to spend quality time together, and often they would only find this time when patrolling the very edges of the border together. It was clear to the pale she-wolf that all out war was inevitable, and there was no time to waste being idle.

This continued for some time without incident, until the day that’d turn everything she had upside-down. An enraged Arynian wolf stalking the borders confronted the pair, assaulting them with words and refusing to leave without bloodshed. Amused, Edelwood sat and watched as her burly and capable lover gave the misguided wolf what they wished; a fight. It all seemed to be going well, until the rage-driven wolf had quietly ushered the fight to the edge of a sheer cliff that was hidden by the brush and grasses. It wasn’t until the insane wolf’s backside dipped below the visible earth that Edelwood began to panic. The wolf had a vice-grip on the underside of Timat’s neck and was intent on pulling him down too.

Edelwood watched as her mate kicked at the wolf, claws tearing deep rivets in their chest as he tried to force them off, before he slipped and disappeared over the edge as well. Horrified that she was too late, she picked up speed and skidded to a half at the edge, peering down to find her handsome mate clinging to life desperately with a stray root in his jaws, the last thing keeping him from a fate like the Arynian, who now lay at the foot of the cliff in a pool of red. She reached for him desperately, his frantic legs trying to find solid ground instead reached out to hers, and she held on to him with all of her strength, his claws digging into her flesh. It was already too late, and he had been doomed the second he slipped off the edge. He slipped from her grip, claws digging long ribbons into the skin of her forelegs, and fell to his end alongside the intruder as Edelwood’s fiery eyes wept.

Following this, she staggered her way back to the borders. She had long regained her composure by the time she returned to the den, but the light had long faded from her eyes. She dully recounted the story to the Herald as a Magister tended to her shredded flesh, and his body was later recovered to be properly sent off as one of Vektren’s fallen.

She was never the same, however. Days later she stepped down as a Viper, returning to the lowly rank of Neophyte, her once chillingly alluring voice falling silent. Edelwood faded into the shadows, soon after this falling ill to the plagues that befell the cult. Even during Vektren’s time of most need in the war, she could not bring herself to return to her duties, considering herself a failure for allowing one single wolf to murder Timat.

## Trivia

* The scars on her forelegs were caused by Timat, as he slipped from her grasp.

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