Ileana

Multiple Siblings (NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Ileana was a rosy-cream-furred she-wolf with sky blue eyes. Originally of Mhor, she left the pack and joined Aryn, mournfully leaving her son Giuseppe behind. Her story is ongoing. Ileana was conceptualized by IraWolfeh, and created and RP'd by SanjanaIndica.

## Personality

* ***Shy, Reserved, and Passive.*** Ileana has always been an incredibly *shy* and *reserved* wolf. Even as a child she rarely cried and had few rebellions. She longed to play and cuddle with her siblings, but generally she was reduced to being the babysitter. The mature one. The responsible one. And she was, of course, but she often longed for more than that. It's never been that she disliked others, she just never knew how to put herself out there or how to make friends because she was always the 'mom.' She was the uncool sibling. That said, even as she grew into adulthood she never really pushed for much more. She remained *passive* and did not want for much. It has always been easy for others to convince her to do things as she has a hard time saying no, and an even harder time outright disagreeing with others. This proved to be an issue in recent times when she never actually discouraged her mate Alchalar, and in fact might have accidentally assured him he was right. In this way she can be rather *dense*; she doesn't often see others' true intentions and just takes people at face value. Yet since Alchalar's betrayal, she has become incredibly *withdrawn* and severely *doubts* her own abilities. Yet is a shame since she was, in fact, as a talented healer.
* ***Calm and Understanding, but Socially-Awkward.*** She worked well as a cleric for her *calm* and *understanding* nature. She gladly listened to others, though many assume she was always disinterested since she rarely spoke in response. It's not that Ileana doesn't care - she does! - she just is *socially awkward* and rarely knows what to say. At least, aside from her son. She always tries to give him advice, and if anyone else were to truly reach out to her they would find she can be a very *listener* and advice giver. So long as they never, ever bring up Alchalar or anything relating to that whole event. That said, while she is good at giving advice, she is not so good at taking it. She often knows what to do, but has a hard time *following through*.
* ***Misguided Wallflower.*** Overall, Ileana is a kind little wallflower that is quiet and perhaps a bit misguided. She wants the best for others and wants to help but is lost and feels, at this stage in her life, there is little more she can offer anymore.

## Pre-Group History

Born to many brothers and sisters, it was easy for little Ileana to get lost in the crowd. She was so quiet, after all, and it was easy for her to get lost in the crowd. She didn't cry much, never seemed to seek out trouble, and as a result, most of the adults in her life paid her little mind. Which, to her, was saddening. She wanted to receive attention and love as her siblings did. Yet the few times she did act out to try and get attention, she was merely scolded briefly, told she was better than that, then brushed aside. So eventually, she gave up on that endeavor.

As she grew into adolescence, Ileana's parents began to rely on her more and more to look after her siblings (those younger and her age -- she'd always been the more mature one, after all). At first she appreciated having some responsibility and respect. Only, it wasn't really respect. Not from her siblings, anyway. Most grew to resent her for trying to play the 'mother.' And if she couldn't rein anyone in, her parents blamed her.

Overall, she never really got to have much of a childhood, and as such, she had a pretty isolated adulthood. She took on the role of a healer and mostly only spoke to packmates as needed, never really reaching out to anyone on a personal, friendly level. At least, until she got to know Alchalar. He seemed so strong, and wise, and he took an interest in her! Quiet, wallflower Ileana! She was immediately head over heels in love as he courted her, and it seemed she had finally found happiness and contentment in life. And after spending a year with him, they began talk of having a family. Children of their own. At first Ileana was hesitant. After all, she'd spent all of her childhood parenting her own siblings. She didn't want to spend the entirety of her adulthood doing it as well. She was enjoying getting to relax with her anam cara, being silly with him, not worrying about being the mature, responsible sister. But, after some more talking with Alchalar about it, and some considering on her part, eventually Ileana thought it might be worth giving it a try.

They tried for a year with no results. Eventually, Ileana began to suspect she was infertile. Using the knowledge she had of herbs, she began to look into plants that might be able to help. And eventually, she did conceive -- only to miscarry shortly after. She was heartbroken, and yet, even more determined now. And eventually, she became pregnant again. This time, she managed to carry to term. As her due date approached, she found herself so excited at the prospect of meeting her children. She was overjoyed.

And then the day came where she went into labor. It was long, and painful. Ileana strained for many, many hours... only to birth two stillborns. As she realized, she screamed in pure emotional agony, cuddling her babies close. For a week, she only allowed Alchalar near, taking in all the comfort he could provide. Though even that wasn't enough.

It was a long time before she would try again. And when she did, she was more careful than ever. She never wandered far from the den. And many nights she cried to Alchalar, apologizing though for what, she didn't know.

And, one last time, she entered labor. It was once again a struggle, and was far earlier than expected, which struck fear into her heart. Every moment as she strained she was in terror, believing fully that when her child came into the world it would be as still as the children before. And yet, eventually, she heard little cries, and she immediately turned to clean her child and cuddle him close, sobbing. From that moment, she promised, she would do everything in her power to protect him.

And she did. Ileana doted on Giuseppe constantly. She loved him more than anything in the world, and never seemed to notice Alchalar's distance. She didn't care. She had her baby. And she loved that he seemed as attached to her as she was to him, though she did hope he would eventually gain friends and have a bigger circle than she had growing up.

When Rowena was announced as archqueen Ileana was shocked, yet hesitantly optimistic. Surely this could only mean good things, right? A brighter future for Mhor. And yet, that hope was soon dashed as a sickness hit the pack. Suddenly she was busier than she ever had been before, desperately trying to heal her packmates and save everyone. Yet it seemed her efforts meant little. One by one, she watched as her packmates died. And with each death, she grew more and more convinced she was simply a failure of a healer and caretaker. The deaths of her parents and many of her siblings hit her hardest. She hadn't been able to save her past children. She couldn't save her own family. If Giuseppe fell to this illness, she was convinced her soul would not be able to take such torment.

But they lived. Somehow, they lived. She wasn't so sure she herself deserved it. But she continued on with her duties, though she moved slowly, simply on instinct. She no longer trusted herself with serious injuries or illnesses, instead helping with minor things and otherwise just doing the basics to help in pack life.

And then that night came. She'd been with Alchalar when he decided to act. She ran after him, pleading with him to stop, or to at least approach this rationally and calmly. But her words did nothing. She'd heard him many times speak of how Rowena was no true archqueen, but she had brushed him off, or even just humored him and said, "Perhaps. But as the cycle passes, so it shall be." But she had never expected this. And as she watched Alchalar and others be chased off, she cried and begged for everyone to stop, to let her love come back, that surely he hadn't MEANT for this to happen, it was all an accident! But, as usual, she was merely a wallflower. Her cries fell on deaf ears.

She went to her son then and grieved as best she could with him. And for days after, she was inconsolable, only allowing Giuseppe to come to her. Just as she had once only allowed Alchalar to come to her when she grieved. And when finally she did start to return to the rest of the pack again, she said how she could no longer act a healer within the pack. It was time for her to find what she was truly good at, and this wasn't it. She followed Mhor to their new home quiet, lost, and looking more tired than she ever had before.

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