Vallis

Roman, Tycho, Lycus, and Theodosius (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Vallis was a dark brown she-wolf with vivid meadow-green eyes. She lived in the Domain as a loner, arriving during the midst of the Hive Wars. However, she would meet with old packmates and travel with them (mostly against her will). She was attacked by one of them, Lynn, who left her for dead...and she has never been seen again. Vallis was designed and conceptualized by PaperElk, and created and RP'd by Pakkuun.

## Personality

* ***Loud and Aggressive.*** While Vallis knows the power of being the silent force behind a strong crowd, she holds her own voice quite well. She never allows herself to be spoken over and will force her way into conversations when she feels she’s being ignored. With this, she is also very aggressive and temperamental. Slights are never taken well, and she has been known to even become mildly violent during such outbursts (snapping teeth/slapping/shoulder checking/etc). She’s never outrightly attacked anyone, but she throws her weight around with little care.
* ***Vocal and Proud.*** Vallis is a talker, using not only her volume but her words and thoughts to empower herself. She values charisma, and unless her mood is unstable, typically wields it like one would wield a weapon. This also leads to her often interjecting and speaking her mind, even when it may not be welcome. While charisma is valued, she is extremely proud and is not known for bending over backward unless something's in it for her. She takes pride in her choices, and will often back then to the bitter end, even if she knows she's wrong.
* ***Vain and Egotistical.*** Due to her stubborn pride, and pension for being right, Vallis has become incredibly vain and egotistical. In her youth she fed on praise and pampering, believing she was perfection, and that her feats and loyalty would carry her far beyond her station. While Val is not afraid of getting her paws dirty, she prides herself on maintaining an image of perfection and grace. Even when covered in blood and mud, somehow she still looks like a dark-coated angel.
* ***Challenging and Domineering.*** Raised as a High Blood, Vallis has always known her 'worth'. She believes herself to be better than others, above law, above morals, and above other wolves. She's never had someone to tell her no, and she was taught from an early age that she held dominance over others simply for who she was born. She acts much akin to a spoiled princess, expecting everything, and willing to give nothing. She makes challenges with little thought of the outcome, as in her youth there weren't repercussions. This may lead her to many sticky situations in the future.
* ***Calculating and Observant.*** Always watching, always planning. Vallis's brain is never a quiet place. She's always planning, crafting minute-by-minute plays as she goes. She tries to be prepared for every situation, and this makes tactically blindsiding her incredibly hard. She has also become quite adept at observation. She can often glean just as much information from a conversation as she can from facial expressions and body language.
* ***Fearful and Reactive.*** The newest pieces that make up Vallis are troubled, to say the least. After watching her home and family burn to the ground, a part of her broke and changed. She's terrified of being close to others again, though she loathes to admit it. But on the flip side, she hates being alone. As a child, she had a large, rambunctious family, and now she has no one but herself. The silence frightens and upsets her, and so she often will take the company in others' wolves, even if she's pestering and needling them the entire time.
	+ She is also extremely reactive in an emotional sense. Certain triggers (typically topics involving family and fire) will sour her mood and leave her angry and combative. She used this as a shield, to push others away before they can witness her breaking down over something she really hasn't yet gotten over.

## Pre-Group History

Vallis was born a single pup, the second and final litter to Romanus and Floria of The Ithiril Tree. While Vallis was born a healthy, strong young pup, her mother, unfortunately, passed away during childbirth. While most times this might destabilize a relationship and family, Romanus coped well and moved on from her passing to support his four boys and newborn daughter. All courts have whispers, rumors, secrets, you name it, and many of those secrets centered around wolves like Romanus.

Among the Courts, it was almost common knowledge that he was not faithful to his wife, and really neither was she to him. They danced around the subject, knowing full well they were not in love with one another, but neither wishing to risk the loss of stature should they break their union. Thankfully these rumors were small and kept from the ears of young pups like Vallis.

For all his faults, however, Romanus was a kind and caring father. He had his moments of gruffness, or times where his actions towards his children seemed cruel or wrong, but all he did, was done for the sake and stature of his family.

Vallis adored her father, and strove to be just like him. In many ways, she does mirror him. But she is a far more greedy, and inconsiderate version of Romanus. Anything he asked of her, she did, anything of her she expected, she would do. He taught her the pack's social structure and was also the founder of her views on Low blood wolves.

Romanus had great plans for his daughter at her birth, and while he did truly love her, he also knew she would be the key to his success and power among their pack.

Vallis was the youngest child of five, however, as Romanus and Floria had brought four strong, independent males into the world a year prior. Roman was most like his father, powerful, witty, and clearly built to lead, while Tycho and Lycus were the twin siblings tending to goof off the most. They were Vallis’s favorites and the devils on either shoulder of her puppyhood. But Theodosius taught her the strength of mind, and the power words held over an individual. He held a special place in her cold heart. When Romanus wasn’t training her, Theo was. Her brothers were fiercely protective of little Vallis, and often she could be found with any number of them.

It was from them that she learned the lessons of cruelty and depreciation.

In her fifth month of life, Vallis was running amock as usual with the twins when a couple of lowbloods, just a touch younger than them happened to be nearby. It started with simple jeering from Tycho, but when one of the affronted wolves finally grew too upset to handle the verbal abuse, a fight broke out.

Their friend did not help them, and Tycho and Lycus left the other with scars he would never forget. Of course, the twins were absolved of any wrongdoing, and Vallis learned something very important. The Lowbloods were nothing but toys, toys that her brothers played with until they broke, and then they threw them away if they could not be fixed. Their behavior began to rub off on her, and soon little Vallis became the equivalent of the schoolyard bully. She had friends, Hadrius, Selenium, and Sparax, who shared similar statuses and mindsets, and she was their ringleader. She believed herself to be just like her father and brothers, putting down traitorous rebels with depreciating words and snarled jeers.

She was the image of a perfect Highblood. A bully with wit, charm, and strength over others.

She had other friends of course, but none quite as special to her as her little gang of soldiers. The only other wolf that came close to being that special was Fawn. At first, she only hung out with the droopy little pup because it was her father's orders. Something about him being the King’s son, and how important it was to foster connections and friendship with him. She remembered rolling her eyes but agreeing nonetheless.

However, eventually, she realized just how fun he was to control. He was as malleable as wet clay, hanging onto every word from every story she had to tell. It was as if to him, she was someone important and more than just respected. It was better than any insult she could have flung at his low blood guard. She couldn’t even remember that wretched beast's name if she tried. She remembers Sparax whining about how pretty he was one day, all that creamy golden fur and those cold blue eyes. She remembers sneering in contempt, reminding him of Lynn’s place, and Sparax’s place. Perhaps there was jealousy, that one so low could be found so beautiful by high blood, but whatever it was, she wasn’t about to let one of her loyal soldiers be corrupted by it. Somehow she managed to be even nastier to Lynn past this, backhanded comments, plain insults, and vanishing off with his charge just for the simple fun of it all.

By her seventh month, Vallis was becoming an accomplished young wolf. She excelled in nearly every task set before her, displaying decorum, grace, and skill to a point of obsessive perfection. She was the talk of the Tree, and everyone wondered where life would take such a skilled young soul. The court whispered of promotion to the highest ranks, others whispered of arranged marriages, and some even openly speculated that she might one day become queen.

She certainly acted like it.

But fate had other plans, plans that would rip everything perfect right from little Vallis’s paws before she could even take a breath.

She was eight months old when the Tree was set ablaze by the cursed rebels of the Ithiril. It was a fine night, a distant thunderstorm had charged the sky above, and all was calm. She’d been roughhousing with her brothers near the willow grove. Father had yet to return for them, but it was looking to be another normal night.

Until Theo caught the scent of smoke in the wind. The others quickly caught on, and Roman ordered Tycho to escort Vallis to safety while the other three went to investigate. But when they burst into the open, they found the tree itself was on fire, and wolves were fighting. Her brothers dove into the battle immediately, with Tycho herding her to the woods beyond.

She remained there, on the edge of the wood as Theo rushed back to aid their family. She watched as the fire spread, consuming all in its path. The wind whipped as the thunderstorm moved closer, lightning splitting the reddened sky as thunder shuddered the land but brought no rain to quell the flames. On the wind, she smelt rain, blood, and burning flesh, a smell she will never forget. She could even hear the cries and howls, that within’ hours went silent.

Soon the only sounds around her were the forest and the distant roar of flames as the storm finally released rain.

It poured all through the night, and even come that morning, some embers still remained in the depths of the trees corpse. Vallis risked wandering closer, but when she spotted the first mangled, burned corpse, she fled back to her hiding place.

For a month she remained like this, feeding off any little creature she could catch as she waited. She waited for family, for any one of them to come and retrieve her. But no one came for the little princess, not a single wolf came to find her. She was alone, and even her meager meals wouldn’t be enough to keep her alive soon. She was already slimming down, looking frailer by the day.

She had to move on because no one was coming back for the sole surviving Ithiril wolf.

## Group History

When Vallis arrived in the Domain, she stumbled upon the territory of a recently-displaced pack called Riverfell. She witnessed the remains of a vicious and bloody battle, and, assuming the pack that had lived here was wiped out. Vallis didn't stick around to find out.

Selfish and disinterested in helping any other loners she came upon, she met a young loner named Blythe and stole her food, leaving the younger wolf sobbing. Other loners were fierce enough to stand up for themselves and earn a bit of Vallis's respect. Just a bit. Like Deidra.

It was a surprise to her, when she was searching for prey (to hunt or steal by force, it didn't matter), to find a face from her past. The lowblood, Lynn. The pair squared off, with Vallis attacking Lynn but the other wolf holding his ground. She learned the truth about the fire at her pack's Tree, and was mortified.

Filled with rage beyond anything she'd ever known, Vallis vowed to find fire and force the embers down his throat. How *dare* he be responsible for her brother, Theo's, death? For the loss of her family? Her *home?* Their high-stakes meeting was interrupted by the arrival of Lynn's charge: Fawn.

Fawn had no idea about what had gone on at home, and Lynn made Vallis swear to keep silent on matters, for the youngster's sake, or she would be killed. Vallis had to keep up a facade with Lynn's murderous, watchful gaze on her the entire time.

Ultimately, to make things more complicated, the trio ended up sticking together for a time. Both Lynn and Vallis knew they needed to keep Fawn well-fed, and often went hungry themselves to keep it that way. They worked together to keep safe from the Hive, traveling together despite the constant threat of death hovering over Vallis from Lynn, and vice versa. Neither would make a move with Fawn around - for now.

Still, with the cold season approaching, and Lynn becoming ever more irate, Fawn grew anxious that perhaps their companion didn't like him. Vallis tried to reassure him; though, to be honest, she didn't want to hang around either. She wanted to leave, for Fawn's chattering bothered her to *no end*.

Eventually, she made her way away from them for a short time, and stumbled upon a group of wolves from Mhor, howling for loners. Several loners approached the call of the Mhorians, Talni and Maeve, as well as some others, including Macgyver, Nimue, and Nanuk - none of whom Vallis was familiar with.

She decided not to join them in the fight against the Hive's Queen. Instead, she returned to her traveling companions. They remained together through the winter, even after the Hive had finally, *finally* been eradicated.

By spring, a true storm was brewing. A misstep on Vallis's part - a short, blunt response to Fawn's chattering about the yearlings who would be at the Tree when they returned - would cause Lynn to send the younger male away and seek to end Vallis's life.

She hurried along, trying to escape, sensing her missteps had gone too far. Rain was coming in - heavy rain, with thunder, soaking the landscape. Vallis had to hurry.

But when Lynn gained on her, she was ready to fight. To *kill*.

The fight was vicious, brutal, and neither wolf would escape uninjured. Lynn hoped he'd done enough damage to Vallis for her to bleed out and die, even though she managed to drag herself from the scene in the pouring rain.

The fight took everything out of Vallis, and she crawled away, collapsing in the darkness...

And what became of her after she passed out from exhaustion, well...nobody knows.

But Vallis has never been seen in the Domain since.

## Trivia

* She will NOT answer to Lis or Lissy, the only wolves that were allowed to call her those names were her brothers. Anyone else usually got snapped at. Anyone doing so NOW will sour her mood considerably
* Currently, Vallis believes everyone she knew from the Tree is dead. She has no idea that Lynn and Fawn survived. She has survivor's remorse that she will not speak of, and a small part of her wishes she’d been consumed in the fire as well.
* Vallis was raised believing that she would be married to a male of status and power, helping her family to gain stature. She hasn’t come to terms with her own sexuality as she never had a chance to even think about it. In time, she will come to find she has no interest in males.
* In short, Vallis is a toxic, inconsiderate, hateful young wolf. She has always been like this, as it was simply how she was raised. The pain she inflicted upon on others was something she never understood as she was never told it was wrong. Her moral compass is skewed, and her own personal wants always come first. Please note that as a PERSON, I do NOT agree with anything Vallis has done or will do while she is still in this mindset.

## Quotes

* "...he's a lowblood. He's no better than the mud under our paws. Anyway, he's certainly not prettier than myself." (about Lynn, *It's You*)
* "I will *find* fire, somehow, some where. I will find it, and I will jam that fire down you throat! *You'll choke on the embers, you'll feel what they felt!"* (threatening Lynn, *It's You*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Pakkuun's deviantART Gallery