Music (Jammer2022)

BEING DEAF

IS A SLY DISGUISE

**Name** - Music

**Username** - Jammer2022

**Current Loyalty** - Contagion

**Sexuality** - Bisexual

**Gender** - Female

**Ranking** - Reaper

**Mate** - Maleko

IDENTITY

**Naming**

Music Definition - Vocal, instrumental or both sounds that combine a beauty in form of harmony, melody and expression of emotion.

Origins - Since she would never hear, they named her Music, because she would always have a song on her heart. She was also named to relate to her older sister, Song.

**Visuals**

Breeding - Canis Lupus Eastern X Canis Lupus Mountain

Overlayer - Brown

Underlayer - Light Brown

Unbderbelly - Tan

Optics - Leaf Green

Scarring/Disfigurements - Scar along left rib cage

**Persona**

Music, normally happy and playful has many different sides to her. In the instant it takes her to laugh, or give a kind smile, she can use her intelligence to form a plan of ruining for the person that has angered her. She understands that there is no greater pain than living with a vital need, for she is deaf, and had to live her life without sound. Taking away, sight, smell, hearing or taste is painfully unbearable, a feeling she knows all too well. However, her quick thinking got Music through her Witch Trials successfully, helped save the life of a few weary wolves and their pups, and proven that being deaf is sometimes an advantage. Her sense of vision and smell are greatly heightened, making her the first to spot a trespasser, or a fresh kill. But the most interesting feat about Music is her ability to listen, even though she is deaf. She will personally set aside time to listen to someone talking, whether it's a complaint or a desire, or just an annoying story, she will listen, and in the process of telling the problem or story or rant, they find a solution. And that's what matters most to her. Helping, even if she can't do anything, she wants more than anything to help.

MEMORANDUM

**Quotation**

"Deafness is a sly disguise."

"Oh will you shut your big trap, I've survived being silent all my life, you can for just a minute."

"How would you like to suffer, missing a vital thing you need to live all your days? I thought as much."

**History**

Imagine, all your life you were in a prison of silence. Nobody could hear your pain when you wanted to shout out in agony. Nobody could feel that boiling rage when something went wrong. Numb and dull silence that classified you as an introverted retard. But what if you were smart under the layer of silence? A brain that worked twice as fast as another's rerouting scenarios into your victories, wriggling out of the tightest brushes with death. That's the story of this wolf. A prisoner of silence, but she could never be louder.

Our story begins on a foggy day in a place known as Frieberg, Germany. Frieberg was the town near the forest that the group of wolves she lived with was called. During a time where they dressed trees in bright candles and gave presents to one another the wolves would go and celebrate with them. At nights pieces of food dropped by little children would be cleaned fresh by the wolves. Gingerbread cookies, and sweet drinks now cold were feasts for the wolves. It was a contented life, in the cold town of Frieberg.

The wolf's naturally thick pelts of browns and greys kept them warm even on the coldest of nights. Their eyes shining like little green and black stars against the night sky would scare wary children with sticky fingers from bratwursts and kinder eggs back into their small homes. And on one of those cold nights, our story takes place.

It was about mid-December when it happened. A sweet little brown wolf with thick fur and sparkling green eyes was born. Like all wolves she did not open her eyes until two weeks after her birth and then later learned to walk. But she never learned to talk, or hear. She was born deaf. A prisoner to the silence that hung around after those cold December nights when children were done playing in the church yards, and crumbs of cookies and dribbled drinks lined the grounds, she would never hear or speak the words of life.

Still, she was just as happy as anyone. Her brother and sister made up a form of sign language and taught it to their group. In no time she became known as "the smartest little silent one" because she found out that the lights were put on trees to celebrate Christmas, and the markets they ate from were called Christmas markets. She found out that the good cabbages and sausages were in celebration of Oktoberfest, all because she had been taught to read lips.

She lead them to the freshest places to eat, and even wasn't scared to go out in the day and put on puppy eyes to be fed. But when they weren't scavenging, she was training hard. Just because she was smart didn't mean that she had nothing else to prove. She excelled to the top in her sparring classes, and became an expert swimmer and climber. Her strategical sense got them out of trouble with army dogs, trespassing groups, and minor battles.

Like all young wolves, she had her little group of friends, and her little crush. She didn't know how fatal the kinship would come to be however. She spent most of her days with Coben, Song, Vincent, and Mica. Mica and Song were her very best friends, even if Song was her sister. Vincent stuck around because Coben and Music were head-over-heels for each other.

Coben's father absolutely despised Music however. He thought weaker wolves were the scum of this world, and was appalled that his son took even the slightest fancy to the quick-thinking tree-climbing younger wolf. Whenever possible his son was training, hunting, and learning her quick-thinking mindset. He was pushed to his limits, and grew to despise his own father.

His mother died giving birth to him, but Coben was never effected by it; you can't miss someone if you never met them. He grew up with no siblings and was left in the home with his quick-to-anger, short-tempered father that scolded him each night for another ridiculous reason.

Eventually, Coben was banned from even so much as exchanging a word with Music. Music was getting ready to leave home, with the horrid event happened.

She was out in the forest, stalking a small blue jay, when she ran into Coben, clearly looking for her. He took her far away from where their little village was before beginning to sign a word.

*You know what my Father did, yes?* he signed quickly. She nodded slowly, watching him carefully. *Well I was thinking if we just ran away from home with each other we'd never have to deal with him, we can do it right now, and never have to look back.*

But Music wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

Coben looked behind him to see what she was looking at. A giant, angry, mass of bushy grey fur, flaming eyes, and a torrential evil smile.

"What did I tell to do **boy**? STAY AWAY FROM THE IDIOCY OF OUR VILLAGE!" he roared, advancing on his son. Music was shoved aside as his father advanced on his own son.

Coben backed up against a tree, whimpering madly. In all of a second, Coben's head was smashed open on the tree, and he fell to the ground limp. It happened to fast for really anyone to see, at least see clearly. The next thing his father knew however, was when he opened his eyes he saw blood on his paws, and on the tree, and brewing from his son.

Shaking with fear, and rage at himself, Coben's father backed away into the wide-eyed Music. He turned his eyes confused, and his paws shaking madly.

"Kill me please, please..." he murmured, shaking madly, and falling to the ground in the air of his fear, his rage, his concern.

Music looked on sadly, at him, as she moved quietly to snap his neck. But before he did so, she told him this;

*You did not kill your son. Another wolf killed him. He was angry, unruly, and unkind. You have a heart, and a true soul, and deserve to pass on to your reward with your son. Do not feel guilt for the deed that happened. It was not your fault, it was mine.*

When she saw the understanding in his eyes, she snapped his neck, and quickly buried them both together. Music looked sadly at the graves for a moment. Even though he had been devilish, unfair and cruel to her, she did not want to see him suffer such an unruly happening, to be tortured in hell from his grief.

Accepting that the deed was her fault was the only doings to save his mind. In all of a minute he had driven himself mad, and killed his own kin his own blood. As Music walked away from the scene having already prepared to leave home with the single belonging she needed she set out into the great unknown forests.

The only thing she had, that she needed and truly wanted was the small feather, of the blackbird, that she had heard it's song, before the indent had happened.

The only sound, she could recall she could remember.

The song of the blackbird.

ABILITIES

Leadership

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Swimming

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Speed

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Intelligence

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Climbing

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Combat

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Herbs

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RELATIONS

*Family*

**Name|Trust Rate|Status|Relation**

Song|100%|Dead|Sister

Coal|100%|Alive|Brother

Sky|100%|Dead|Mother

Shadow|100%|Dead|Father

Maleko|100%|Alive|Mate

*Friends*

**Name|Trust Rate**

North|100%

Alex|100%

Carol|100%

FUN FACTS

-Music knows German and English

-Music *was* able to hear once, but only heard the blackbird's song (see backstory if you didn't read it)

-Music is a ESTJ-A

ACCREDITING

Layout Credentials - UnicornsMloop

Backstory Credentials - UnicornsMloop

Art Credits - AutumnalBlues (Permission)

*(Big Unknowing thanks to Geckoko for helping me fix the spacing without knowing it!!)*