Fausta

Tadgh (Father, NPC)

Kemp (Brother, NPC)

Manta (Half-Brother, NPC)

Raziel, Malia, and Odin (Cousins)

## Application Sheet

Fausta was a sandy-brown furred she-wolf with buttermilk-yellow eyes. She joined Xassa in the midst of the Hive Wars, where she reconnected with her cousins Odin, Raziel, and Malia. Her story is ongoing. Fausta was created and RP'd by Cipisis-Sketch.

## Personality

* ***Resourceful and Hardowrking.*** Having survived on her own for awhile, Fausta had to learn how to overcome some of the difficulties that she had to face by herself. Her critical thinking grew, almost like viewing her obstacles like a puzzle. What would help her right then, her words or actions? She learned to rely on her reactions, as she conditioned herself to think on the fly. Before arriving in the Domain, this trait was already ready and waiting. Fausta put effort into everything she's done, especially when it came to not only hunting but surviving without her pack or family. Stubbornness some might have called it, but she never did it out of spite of others. She wants to prove her worth to those who have accepted her into their pack, and refuses to let them down.
* ***Absentminded and Recklessly Playful.*** During her downtime though, Fausta seems a little air-headed. It's not that she's not paying attention, it's that her thoughts wander and make her wonder about things her life. Many questions that won't ever have answers, and so she ponders and think about scenarios of how different her life could have been. Sometime she blanks out during a conversation, and is quick to apologize to whomever her current companion may be at the time. This could be why at times she doesn't always pay attention to what she's doing when she gets really into a playful mood. She tosses caution to the wind during a bad day, at times playing stupid to get a rise out of another wolf. It's not that she means too, but it's more like her brain shuts off the part to be cautious. Can either get a little too rough, or can take it too far. It doesn't take much to snap her out of it, and is very quick to apologize.
* ***Self-Critical and Unlovable (or, believes she is).*** This could be viewed as intentional, but her fear of turning out like her mother manifests in ways to push others away from getting close. Despite wanting to be in love and to be in a relationship, she self-sabotages. She tries to make her possible partner to see her in a bad light, to realize that she wouldn't be a good mother to any future pups. Fausta believes she's undeserving of partnership and love, so she avoids anything that deals with pups. She calls herself selfish for wanting a relationship, but nothing to do with making a family. She doesn't realize pups aren't what makes a couple a family, and is willing to live and die alone.

## Pre-Group History

Cold is the first thing they remember. Born in a cold and damp cave, wiggling beside the bodies of the other siblings, desperately in search of the milk from their mother that had left them. Whimpering, scrambling against the cold ground, the pup was the loudest of its siblings as it yelped and cried out. They were all hungry, and as the day went on they grew weaker and weaker. However the loudest kept it up, whimpering for food and warmth. As the moon was finally lowering on their first night, and the sun rose on their second day alive, there was an obvious sound of silence. Weakened and wasting, the once loudest pup could barely make a quiet little whimper, though they wiggled. Their siblings had gone cold, having stopped wiggling for a long time already. Then, they heard a sound. A small gasp, and it caused them to use all the strength that they had, squeaking and trying to lift their head. Unable to understand yet was being said, but the newcomer licked at them to warm them up. They moved away to check on the others, and only one other was still alive. Soon they were moved with their remaining sibling, surrounded by warmth and the taste of food!

Fausta. Named by how lucky that they’d been found. Their sibling was given the name of Kemp, named for being such a fighter despite their rough beginnings. They had been taken in by a loner, who was called Marisa and who had birthed stillborn's around the time that they’d been abandoned. Little Fausta was feisty as a pup, being the one to instigate play fighting with her brother. Kemp was more reserved, but he also enjoyed playing with their sister. Neither was told that they’d been found by their mother, who loved and cared over them like they were her very own. Fausta was very loud, always howling and crying out to whoever to get their attention! She was very happy, always excited about what the next day brought them! Marisa loved them, protecting and watching them. It was a surprise when one day a female appeared, who resembled Fausta and Kemp closely. Fausta and her brother were told to stay, and Marisa went to this female and they spoke in hushed tones. The newcomer seemed aggressive, growling with raised hackles. Their mother however never backed down, keeping herself between them. The other female then raised her voice, howling to signal to someone else! A few other wolves appeared, and their mother was quick to step back and over Fausta and Kemp. Marisa begged them to leave them alone, that she was their mother. She had found them in the cold! Dying! This was news to Fausta and Kemp, confusing the pups. One of the wolves paused when he heard this, turning to the first female that had appeared and approached, frowning and looking upset. Their biological mother had abandoned them, having never wanted pups. To care or to raise. That she had faked her joy to him about her pregnancy and had abandoned the pups and hoped to never see them again. This crushed the male, causing him to look to Fausta, Kemp and their mother. Apologizing for what they had almost done, he offered to bring all three to the pack. They looked to their mother, who looked nervous but she nodded. As they walked, he explained he was the pup's father and had believed them all to have been lost. Whether that meant he was told they had died or taken, he wasn't willing to say.

Becoming a part of a pack was new. Fausta was wary of her father, Tadgh, at first, but he was kind and very patient with her. Kemp was quicker to warm up to him. Every time they saw their bio mom, the pups would avoid her. Not that it mattered to her.

As Fausta became a juvenile, she started to warm up to Tadgh. Especially once he renounced his mateship with her bio mother. Once she was more comfortable around him, she also learned more about her cousins and aunt Roisin from her father's side, who was helping her mother acclimate to pack life. Fausta started to open up more with some of her packmates. He was very thankful for all she's done for his surviving pups, and bonding over them made them realize that they were wanting the same things in life. Except they were both too shy start things! So Aunt Roisin, with Fausta's help, managed to get the two talking about what they wanted in their future. One thing lead to another, and soon the pair was proclaiming themselves as mates! Fausta was excited to have both parents she cared about be together. Even if they needed to be nudged in the right direction. Kemp begun training in the pack, and Fausta mused over her options. It wasn't because she was lazy, as she heard her uncle Boon and cousin Raziel call her other cousin Odin. It was because she wasn't sure if she wanted to be trained by a stranger just yet. She wasn't as rambunctious as a pup when she first arrived, so she figured her cousin wouldn't mind her too much if she sat or layed beside him while she tried to figure out what to do and who to train under.

Finally, she approached her mother Marisa. She wanted to be taught how to hunt, and Marisa knew how. But her mother wasn't ranked, and suggested that she ask her father. Tadgh wasn't a hunter, but knowing more about the other members helped her find a mentor who could teach her and whom he trusted. Trusting him, Fausta started her training and learning how to hunt down game both big and small. Unfortunately, she learned her bio mother was a hunter as well. Anytime she had to go on patrol with her, she actively ignored her orders as she tried a few times to take over her mentor's duties. Instead referring to her mentor. It was tense every time.

Fausta never seemed to be interested in anyone in the pack, this caused her parents some worry. Becoming an adult, she was very pretty and a few wolves close to her age would try and get her to go out on outings with them. She turned them all down. Marisa finally asked her daughter why, and Fausta blinked before confiding that she didn't want to end up like her bio mother. She felt that even if she had a mate, would she do the same as she had and leave her pups? Some of the males she did like, but the fear of doing what had happened to her and Kemp kept her from opening up to the possibilities of becoming a mother. She was scared. Marisa understood, as did Tadgh when he was told. Despite their reassurance, the newly made hunter couldn't shake that feeling. Males and females she was attracted too, and seemed to lean more towards females. Less of a risk of becoming a mother who would abandon her young. But every time she would feel comfortable in a relationship, they would sigh and wish to become a mother themselves.

By the time Odin had left their small pack during the harshest winter she'd ever gone through, Fausta was a little sad. Sure, she was sure he never acknowledged her existence and her other cousin Malia who was also just as talkative, but she had enjoyed being able to just lay beside him and talk away her worries of the day. She didn't blame him however, seeing that perhaps he knew sticking around kept others from getting the food they needed before him. Or that maybe it was a lost cause for their pack. That winter had been harsh after all, especially on her mother who had recently become a mother to a small litter of pups. It was rough, and their pack was dwindling or dying. For a chance of survival, it was decided that the pack would disband. During this time, her other two cousins had left the pack, it was quick before anything was settled. Fausta was surprised at their leaving, considering how close they were to their parents. But that made it less mouths to feed, sad as it was. Fausta tried her best to hunt whatever she could, even putting aside her differences with her bio mom and worked hard with her as they decided to stick together to try and find a home for themselves. She hardly ate herself, even if there was enough. She made sure Marisa and the pups had their fill, and would eat the remaining scraps.It was proving too much still, as her bio mother had died due to the harsh winter. Turned out she had been refusing to eat at times and had gotten weak and sick, trying to make sure that Marisa and her pups survive. A hand at trying to redeem herself, realizing she had harmed her pups out of her own selfishness. She passed in her sleep. Fausta felt uncomfortable at feeling sad by the death, but she had actually started to enjoy her company. Tadgh did his best to pick up hunting. He wasn’t the best, but he was doing better each day. When spring came, it was a relief as not only had they found different lands, but much more prey for the small family. At one point her Aunt and Uncle and remaining cousin had split from them near the beginning of their journey. Sadly, of the three pups her mother had birthed, only one had survived the winter and travel. Although saddened by this, Marisa and Tadgh were happy with their remaining children. Soon even Kemp found a mate in a rogue that they had crossed, and they all seemed to be in their own little world of bliss. The pack was no more, but her parents and siblings had somehow managed to survive.

Fausta grew distant once everyone was safe and she could think about the fact that most of her family was gone. She started spending more and more time away from her family whenever she went to hunt. Until finally, she had gone too far and too lost to remember how to get back. It wasn't like she had meant to do so, a storm caused her to lose her baring and she ended up wandering many lands for many days.

A year or so had gone by in the wilds, and Fausta had been alone for so long that when she finally came upon a pack's lands she was honestly surprised. Though the lands were not familiar, they were rough badlands and dry open prairie, and she had no idea what the pack was called. However she waited at the boarders, and wished to join them when a patrol came around, having heard of a strange wolf at their boarders. Wary for reasons she would later learn was because of a pack of evil wolves being around, they brought her to their pack's Alpha. After some discussion, she was allowed a place in the pack. Back at the bottom of the rung in a new pack, Fausta hopes to repay her new packmate's kindness and trust!

## Trivia

* Enjoys storms, likes to stand in the rain when it falls and hear the rumbling thunder above her. Feels tingles when the ground shakes.
* Is not incapable of staying in a relationship, but is hard to stay in one for her as she soon doubts herself to be worthy of them.
* Would rather hunt than talk about anything as to why she has an aversion to getting close to someone.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Cipisis-Sketch's deviantART Gallery