Alarion

Rhaul and Zorrun (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Alarion was a brown-furred male wolf with a grayish eyes. He lived in Vale for a troubling period of time, before being chased out by Kolya and Arum. He washed up on the shores of Fellfang without memory, and called himself Embla, but as he regained his memory, and his name, he took a place as a Delta Vanguard in the pack. He was extremely close to Enzo, and the two remained in Fellfang for a time, before they eventually left the Domain. He hasn't been seen since. Alarion was created and RP'd by JLMarts.

## Personality

* ***Polite and Gentle, but Emotional and Insecure.*** Thanks to his rocky history it's not easy to describe all levels of Alarion's behavior in a few words. Upon meeting him though, you'll first encounter a *polite* creature with decently good social skills. He seems rather sensitive but tolerant towards strangers, always listening to more than one side before passing judgement.
* ***Curious and Logical, but Impatient.*** His curiosity usually helps bypass the *impatience*, that would otherwise tempt him to just stick with the first info received. From a young age his logic is the one skill he was trained in, as it was the only ability where he was exceeding other pups. Even now that he lacks most memories of his upbringing, he still tends to be more logical in his decision making.
* ***Concerned and Dishonest.*** Though less concerned and dishonest now than he used to be, he used to constantly stress about his perception by others, and often cloaked his true self in a layer of lies and half-truths. However, since he's remembered most memories of his recent past and identity, Alarion has become more balanced and calmer in his overall demeanor. He has come to the conclusion there's no need to become his former self and instead wants to proceed in strengthening the person he is now.

## Pre-Group History

Alarion's parents were both warriors of a sturdy pack named Cairne. In a long winter his mother fell pregnant and just as the snow began to melt, her first ever litter was due. The birth was a difficult one and after hours of contractions and two healthy born sons the middle aged female almost passed out from exhaustion, when suddenly a third boy freed itself from her body. No squealing was heard from him, so she feared for the worst, as she lay eyes on the little brown bundle. The sight almost stopped her heart however: an even tinier, undeveloped baby was stuck in the thirdborn's throat. While the lively body was squirming and gagging to get rid of the impurity intruding its maw, it almost looked as if he was trying to devour his wrinkly, naked sibling. Rushing to his help by pulling the stillborn fetus from the pup's mouth, Athena saved her son from choking. Whereas Athena was determined to do her best at forgetting such spectacle, the pups' father on the other hand was making sure everyone would remember: He decided to give his child the name of what was known to be the most terrifying lore around: Wendigo.

Unwilling to be reminded of the troublesome evening every time she looked at him, Wendigo's mother soon nicknamed her the little runt "Wren". He grew up alongside his two brothers and for a while things were normal. Just like with any litter in the pack, the two stronger boys were soon raised to follow in their parents' paw prints, while Wren needed more guidance. He was weaker, slower and his personality less sturdy. Growing up with the elders of the pack, as he wasn't capable of following the training his brothers received, taught him a great lesson of mental strength over physical one. An unpopular view in such feral pack, but the stories and legends he was told had a great impact on his future way of thinking.

With every passing month little Wren got more aware of what was happening around him. Various battles were fought, other packs destroyed and the blood of his own kind became a daily sight for the youngling. No matter how much he despised their way of living however, it was these ruthless warriors, who fed him. Even by the time he turned ten months old, he was still unable to hunt for himself. Not that he didn't try, but he was to weak to hold grab of strong prey and too slow for the weak one. Over time he heard voices behind his back calling him parasite, though all he could do was bear those accusations in silence. He wasn't capable enough to teach them a lesson and what was even worse, was that they weren't even wrong. Maybe Wren just became more vigilant about his own pack mates, but now daily he felt like things got worse and worse. Carcasses turned foul, they over-hunted their grounds and eventually Wendigo started having dream of the pack's death, which is when he went to confront his parents about it. His mother was a high ranked warrior at the time, his father a loyal soldier. They had to realize what was happening as well.

Even today he remembers this day very clearly. It was the first day of snow fall that year, a sunny one at that. But the calm weather did no justice to what was about to happen. Most of the pack wouldn't have even noticed his disappearance, if it wasn't for the blood on his mother's teeth and the trail he left across the border. Traitor. Disgrace. Those were the last words meeting him, as he fled Cairne injured and with a shattered sense of self.

Especially in the beginning it was extremely hard for the juvenile to survive as a loner. The winter almost took his life on various occasions and with the lack of food, his fur began to fall out. It was around this time his hallucinations started and sometimes he would lie in the snow for minutes and minutes before regaining orientation. He had to get something to eat other than snow, roots and rodents once in a while. His attempts to hunt for big enough prey to fill his stomach were just another experience, that almost killed him however and eventually he decided there was no other way than to sustain himself by stealing kills off of others. Developing traps for other predators to walk into - most of them just to keep them away long enough so he could get a free meal - helped him survive the cold season and eventually he regained some confidence in at least one of his skills: his strategic intelligence. Dreaming of a place to call home, Wren now wanders the lands with a new name: Alarion. A new name for a new start.

## Group History

Alarion followed a white figure for a time, believing it would lead him to salvation. He ended up collapsing near the borders of Vale, and when he regained consciousness, he crossed the border, where he was intercepted by Nyru. She asked what he wanted, and he wanted to stay - as a result, Alarion was brought to the alpha, Astir Loki. Somehow, the emaciated and exhausted wolf managed to convince Loki to allow him to stay, with the promise that he serve the pack to the best of his abilities when he recovered.

Many of his packmates were curious about Alarion, and just who he really was. Kotori tried to learn more about Alarion, but the young male was hunting, and was irritated by Kotori's intrusion. He was accidentally attacked by a packmate, Quinn, who mistook him for a trespassing loner (as he'd been away hunting for a while).

For the first time in a long time, Alarion didn't have to worry about being alone in the winter. He had a pack to keep him warm and fed. Still, he needed to prove that he could carry his weight in Vale, and approached other wolves to teach him about their tasks. He took lessons from Wulfred, but without much success. He also took lessons from Quinn.

However, Alarion was poor with social skills, particularly with females, and ended up in more than one awkward conversation - more with Kotori, and with Princess Elisabet as well. Alarion was asked about his time as a loner by Zinnia, too. Lots of questions.

He got extra food from a certain loner - Enzo. Alarion had vowed to be Enzo's eyes within the pack, and to look for leads on the location of his missing mate and daughter, Embla and Petrah. Alarion found the entrance to Merlin's Cave, and betrayed Vale by showing Enzo to the entrance.

His peaceful, if somewhat awkward, time in Vale was interrupted with the return of Kyros from an extended mission. Alarion *knew* Kyros. Kyros had been a beta in his former pack of Cairne, a pack of cold-hearted killers, according to Alarion. Although Alarion managed to trap a boar for the pack, he was overcome with concern and distrust with the arrival of Kyros. The pair met on bad terms, and Kyros took his boar back to the camp, claiming credit for it.

Outraged and overcome by hatred, he nearly snapped at Hieronymus. Fortunately, speaking to the young male allowed him to calm down.

Unfortunately, Alarion made some critical errors after the situation with Kyros. First, he accidentally led a cougar near the den-site by hunting in a forbidden area of the mountains. Fortunately, Loki was able to leap in and fight the cougar, which was starving and desperate, away. He lashed out at Alarion for his foolishness and oversight. Frustrated and uncertain about what to do about the situation in Vale, he stormed off, where he met up with Enzo again, and they shared their bad days.

Alarion tried to comfort Enzo, because the last trail of his family that Enzo was following had gone cold. They grew closer to one another, taking comfort in one another's steadfast presence and assuring the other that they would make it through their troubles. Enzo offered Alarion some training in battle, since the younger male seemed like he needed it to hold his own.

While training with Enzo, they were interrupted by Lycan. Alarion went back to the camp with Lycan, begging him not to reveal his bond with the loner to Loki. Lycan told him to keep away from the loner, or he *would* reveal Alarion's secret. Alarion waited a few weeks before seeking out Enzo again. They reunited, but it was a bitter reunion.

Alarion began to suffer more from hallucinations and paranoia. Quinn approached Alarion and told him to get some medical help from Kotori. However, the meeting does not go well. Instead, Alarion sank deeper into paranoia, believing his packmates were all talking about him behind his back, plotting against him. Quinn managed to approach Alarion about his issues, but couldn't quite understand *what* was wrong with Alarion in the first place.

Alarion believed he had a vision that Snowball's son, Levi, was in grave danger, and he went to his packmate to warn him. Snowball, or, Kolya, took this as a threat, and, with goading from Arum, the pair decided it was time to cast Alarion from Vale once and for all. Venus tried to interfere, to speak up on Alarion's behalf, but Kolya and Arum were firm. They told Alarion to leave, and despite Venus's attempts to intervene, he agreed to go.

Arum and Kotori followed him until they reached the oceanic cliffs, and gave Alarion an ultimatum: to die by their fangs, or jump into the ocean. Alarion jumped into the ocean. He was beaten around and battered by the current, but survived his fall, washing up on the shore to the east, near Fellfang.

He was discovered by a Fellfangir named Vojin, and he couldn't remember anything, at all, except for a single name: *Embla.* Alarion was convinced that this name must be his own, and so, he introduced himself as Embla. Alarion and Vojin were heading towards the camp when they met Ian, and he helped his packmate bring the waterlogged Alarion to Starheim.

Although the problems with the fox, 'Valda', had left Jarl Fable a bit exhausted, he agreed to allow Alarion into the pack. He was a little puzzled by the name, however - after all, a wolf named Embla *had* lived in the pack before. Fable asked Ian to keep an eye on the newcomer, however, just to be on the safe side.

Lady Polaris was welcoming towards the newcomer, who was attacked by her tiny pup, Yael. He met other packmates, too, accidentally stumbling upon Moth in the Witch-Doctors' den. Moth was welcoming, but Grendel, the Aldinwitch, took less of a liking of Alarion. That was okay - Alarion didn't like him much, either. But they left on even terms. Still, Grendel offered him a treatment for his memory loss...a treatment Alarion refused. For now.

Alarion asked to join Vojin on a hunt, wanting to feel useful, but realized, to his horror, that he could not effectively hunt. He went to Temperance to learn about becoming a Vanguard instead, and she was willing to teach him. Ludko approached him, trying to learn about the real Embla's presence, but Alarion had no idea what he was talking about.

Fable, Ian, and Vojin were his best allies in the pack, helping him to get used to this new territory and try to remember his past. To help him integrate into the pack, Fable offered him a place in the Ondmuna festival as a Firekeeper, along with Moth, Misha, and Ludko.

After the festival, Alarion decided that he wanted to try out Grendel's memory-recovery treatments, but he lost his nerve at the last second. After some treatment, Alarion's memories began to come rushing back - painful, overwhelming memories. Confused and overwhelmed, Alarion ran off. Ian tracked him down, and tried to calm him, and managed to do so fairly easily.

After considering his newfound memories, and the honor of being appointed a Firekeeper at the festival, Alarion realized he needed to step up and take on a task. He went to Fable and told him that he wanted to become a Delta Vanguard.

He began to serve his pack in the winter, finding a sense of peace and tranquility in Fellfang that he had never known before. This peace was interrupted by the return of a familiar face: Enzo! Enzo had returned to his old pack, and discovered his old friend Alarion living there. However, Alarion didn't recognize Enzo, and insisted on using his alias Embla still.

Even though he couldn't remember their past relationship, the two eventually became familiarized with one another again. Alarion eventually asked Enzo if he'd ever consider going back to Fellfang, and Enzo said he wasn't sure. Alarion approached Fable and asked about a place for Enzo in the pack, without using his name.

He also had to talk to Fable about a new revelation: his true name. He spoke to Fable, admitting his real name, and that he had been meeting with a loner. He *promised* he would do nothing to endanger the pack, but Fable warned him that the meetings shouldn't continue for long. Alarion thought the best way to overcome this was to ask Enzo to rejoin the pack.

Enzo agreed to it, to be able to be around Alarion without breaking the rules of the pack. For a while, things were going very well, and Alarion couldn't have been happier. Indeed, Enzo's presence brought him great joy.

AND THEN IT ENDED.

Neither Enzo nor Alarion have been seen in the Domain since.

## Trivia

* The nickname "Wren" was used by his mother when he lived in Cairne, his birth pack, because his mother couldn't stand the name his father chose: Wendigo.
* He thinks he has psychic powers. He does not. Alarion actually suffers from schizophrenia.
* The scar on his leg was from falling through ice. The scars on his other leg and jaw were from his birth pack, administered for disobeying his parents and undermining pack rule.
* He likes to collect things in his den.

## Quotes

* “No matter what past will unfold behind me, I want to look forward and use this opportunity the way you suggest. I want to start with a clean slate and only *learn* from what I remember.” (pledging fealty to Fable and Fellfang, *Power of the Past*)
* “I think happiness, for me, is being close to *you*. I want to be with you.” (to Enzo, *What Happiness Is*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* JLMarts's deviantART Gallery