Eirik

## Application Sheet

Eirik was a large brown male wolf with dusty gold eyes, one of which was blind. He was a loner during his time in the Domain, traveling with Tollek and Tsuii, before all three wolves met an uncertain fate and were never seen again. Eirik was created and RP'd by C3lestialWolf.

## Personality

* ***Prideful and Cocky.*** Despite mostly growing out of this as the perils of life beat him down, Eirik can still be found to be a bit prideful when it comes to his own skill. He won’t hesitate to defend himself when pitted against another wolf, hence his being cocky, and his pride at any given moment if the situation is in his favor. If not, he’ll bide his time and seek out vengeance for a stained dignity later.
* ***Resentful.*** Although Eirik is dedicated to helping Imala and their leaders grow, he can’t help but feel slightly resentful about how he was inducted. It was only later that he began to truly mourn the loss of his former companions, and if asked about the subject he will promptly make efforts to change the conversation, or at least give a warning about his discomfort. This also goes for the rest of his past; he made many choices he wishes he could go back and change, so he isn’t quite open for that discussion either. This is one of his core traits that doesn’t seem to go away with time.
* ***Reserved, Passive, and Aloof.*** In terms of having a social life, Eirik is incredibly picky and tends to be very closed off towards most wolves. Least to say, he still carries a tiny bit of his original extroverted personality, so he does enjoy some conversation with like minded wolves. This situation tends to be a special case. Unless he has taken a keen interest towards a wolf, he won’t really relish being in any conversation, and will most likely let his mind wander. He tends to also “bottle up” his emotions, leading to the occasional outburst of anger when his buttons are pushed.
* ***Stubborn and Strong-Willed.*** These traits are both his virtues and vices. He tends to stick to his own moral and ethical codes quite strictly, and when it comes to decision making he’s difficult to sway. This leads to him being quite difficult to compromise with! On the flip side of this, this trait also leads to him being quite dedicated to everything he does.
* ***Gruff, Direct, and Forthright.*** Eirik isn’t one to sugar coat things at all; he will absolutely tell it as he feels it should be told. To him, sugar coating is just delaying the inevitable.
* ***Decent.*** Although his morals are pretty warped at some points, he still has a certain level of decency to him; it could be called a personal code of morals, or even a set of standards. Some of these include never killing youths, treating his own packmates respectfully given they respect him, and he doesn’t relish in taking lives unless they’ve accomplished some abhorrent thing against wolfkind.
* ***Practical and Responsible.*** Eirik tends to be far from extremist in both beliefs and attitude. When wanting to accomplish things, he tends to want to get them done in the most simple and elegant way possible while maximizing efficiency.
* ***Reminiscent.*** Note: This personality trait is highly dependent upon his past, and most of the time it will not show in public in any way, shape, or form. Please do not say your character caught him crying, etc. Yes, he did do away with his old personality, but there are still points in which Eirik will reminisce about his past in painful detail, and this connects to the resentful part of his personality. To this day, Eirik is still confused about it all.

## Pre-Group History

Eirik was born into a pack embedded deep within a valley between mountains not too far from the domain itself. He was the eldest of a litter of three, consisting of his a brother, his sister, and himself. Being thetas in their respective tasks, his parents were well off to say the least. Their father was a healer whom had quickly risen through their ranks due to his natural ability and training, and their mother was a respectable Valkyrie, the unit of female guardians of the pack, serving her time daily. Both being skillful and highly ranked, their decision to conceive a litter of pups after months of planning and lust had been quickly accepted by the current alpha, and the three were all raised quite well in the intricacies of pack life after their birth.

As the months and years went by so swiftly he eventually aged into his adolescence; this was a time of passing and a time of training. He was cocky, young, witty, and at the age in which he thought not even a tornado could take him down; it was as if he always had somewhere to go or somewhere to be. In the ranks of his pack he rose quickly to a delta position below his parents, aspiring to join the ranks which his mother joined before him. Of course, it wouldn’t be the Valkyires, but the Einherjars, the male counterpart for that task. He knew what he was doing and he trusted in his instincts, relying on this thought process whilst being trained by his mother’s comrades.

Despite his irrefutable self confidence during self training, one thing he did crave was the acceptance of his alpha, Daivat. Eirik had noticed the critical eye that Daivat always directed towards him during any training he had received, for every time he glanced back for approval he received a tentative glare followed by a diverted gaze. Passive agressive was one way to describe it, and it seemed quite unlike his mighty alpha to act as such. Had he done anything wrong? Perhaps his blatant disregard towards his warnings regarding his boisterous personality had lead them off on the wrong foot as Daivat stood by and watched Eirik grow into what he was as an adult. Despite having the potential to become a capable and powerful Einherjar, his inquiry to join the ranks of his brethren was quickly vetoed without question.

He quickly grew tired of the Alpha’s constant warning and disapproval; it seemed this verbal abrasion had increased in quantity as of late. When confronting him, vocal accusations gave way to aggression, and eventually a fight broke out between the two beasts. Eirik, being strong as he was, was confident that he could sway the alpha with his skill alone, for how difficult would it be to beat a wolf older than him? Strikes were exchanged, and many wolves joined to watch, some of which being his brother, sister, and parents.

One wrong move was all it took. The tipping point soon followed after not minutes of fighting as the Alpha rammed Eirik to the ground in a single skillful slip; it was at this point that Eirik realized he was fighting a downhill battle all along. Daivat had found the perfect time to strike, and Eirik had left it wide open. Instead of trading blows, Eirik began to simply take them beneath the massive form of his alpha, wearing down his stamina bit by bit as he incessantly tried to keep going even whilst pinned. Finally, he submissed and the alpha stepped off, backing up as Eirik shakily rose, his head lowered close to the ground. It was only now that he noticed the blood that flowed from his brow that accompanied his blurred vision in his right eye. Large clouds of steam from his heavy breath billowed into the silent morning air, for no one dared interrupt the verdict of their alpha, and nobody dared make a sound as they witnessed Eirik’s catastrophic downfall. He could predict the outcome.

“Be gone, Eirik, you have no place here.”

The words of his alpha ricocheted in his head a thousand times as his head flicked up in disbelief despite the other outcomes being preposterous beyond measure. He pleaded, bowing down his massive frame in front of the alpha to ask for his forgiveness, for surely he could be given another chance. He implored the alpha to strip him of his rank and his status in exchange for his ability to remain within the ranks of this pack, his only home. Daivat would not take these pleas and commanded him to exit with what little dignity he had left. As he pushed through the crowd, he whispered to his siblings, “Forget me.” He had caused enough pain for that evening, and that was his closure.

The walk to the borders was long and drawn out, his injuries slowing his already large form. Instead of greeting loneliness at the borders, he noticed two pairs of eyes. His friends from training, or at least that’s what he called them.They were the two who seemed to still maintain a splinter of respect for him despite his stupidity, for even his parents had not relented against his ejection with much grief. They exchanged a few soft words, the female reassuring him and the male standing silently by as they decided to leave together. They left the borders, leaving his family behind. More sets of wolves gradually appeared, but it seemed they were there under significantly less friendly terms. They were cross, speaking harshly of Eirik and his two followers. He implored them to let them leave, begging despite loathing the thought of having to stoop so low, for he had suffered enough for the evening with his companions. The pleas fell on deaf ears, and for the second time that evening Eirik had to fend off his packmates not only for himself, but for his friends. These wolves seemed to be fueled by their wanting to deal out vengeance for their alpha’s stained pride. Their attacks were brutal, even more so than the calculated and restrained strikes of his alpha, each one accompanied by their own set of profanity. Fortunately, all three of them came out alive but beaten after a battle that seemed to drag on for much too long. As Daivat’s followers finished their attack they left them, beaten themselves by the defense of Eirik and his group of two more.

In his small band of wolves he wandered the landscape for several weeks, taking in every moment with new and warped perspectives. They were all essentially partners in crime in an endless and seemingly pointless loop of trying to survive. Not only this, but they were severely inexperienced, so times of refuge were few and far in between. It was a simple loop of hunting and sleeping, day in and day out. Despite the simplicity, Eirik found refuge in the fact that he was now far away from those who had deceived him, and far away from where he had lead a youth far too boisterous for his own good. Peace was still quite the distant concept, but at least it could be seen now.

In their travels they met many wolves besides the followers of Daivat who had trailed them, but one group they met had stood out to them… They were a group of two, presumably a brother and sister judging by the likes of their pale coats that shared much color in common, and they hadn’t followed from their old pack. The wolves spoke highly but vaguely of a pack they wished to found, although they neglected to say the name. Eirik and his group had none of this wishful thinking. In a quick and curt refusal from Eirik, they departed and bid them farewell. Why would this group of wandering wolves ever wish to join a pack after their treatment amongst the wolves in another, and a pack that had fallen no less? The days following were quiet as usual, so this odd little conversation was lost in their minds as they forged on. Except, there was an outlier: the male in Eirik’s group.

He, who went by the name of Achan, had taken a keen interest towards Tsuii and Tollek in their short meeting, and feigned going off to hunt to gain further information, indirectly of course. Taking his time, he slowly tracked the foreign siblings in an attempt to glean what he could. In his eyes, he learned a small amount about their true plans without their noticing, but in reality he had been quite noticed by them. Promptly telling the other female and Eirik of what he had heard, the female had gained interest as well. Eirik… not so much. Nevertheless, Achan went about his afternoon and following days, blissfully unaware that the little secrets he harbored would lead to a much more grim reality for him and those he cared for.

Eirik had a different scenario entirely that he was carefully navigating; one that involved the likes of Tsuii. Not days after their first cryptic meeting did he encounter the peculiar she-wolf again, but this time he was alone with her. He exchanged wary greetings with her before speaking further; this had been their second meeting, and it had occurred over a hunt and a quite unfortunate deer. Slowly but surely, a small seed of trust blossomed in Eirik’s mind.

Their third and final meeting before the massacre had been the most interesting of the three. With some form of comfort and trust established, he listened to Tsuii over a slightly older kill. Again, she spoke of the pack she wished to found, but this time in greater detail, explaining a thing or two about this pack that she had omitted previously. Still no name, but he had become increasingly intrigued. Eirik presumed that they would be mighty shortly after their founding days, and such power was an interesting prospect. Bidding her farewell, the thought of joining them burned in the back of his wounded mind.

The peace was not meant to last, however, as the little platoon of wolves could not have predicted what laid in their future. Gruff yowls echoed throughout the forest they resided in, and Eirik rushed with his female friend to the aid of his third ally. They had been too late. Disbelief flashed in his eyes as his friend shook her head, her eyes filled with deep sorrow towards the loss of their companion. The first to fall, but not the last.

This sorrow only served to fill Eirik’s naive and still hot-headed mind. **“You’ll pay for that, you basta-,”** he snarled at this new wolf, not finishing before an interesting interruption occurred.

Now only two strong, they were quickly approached by familiar faces; Tsuii and Tollek, the wolves who had described the mystery pack to them not weeks prior. To this, Eirik warily stood in cautious greeting, regarding both of the wolves with respect and fear. They were so calm. What did they expect to do alone? His trust slowly crumbled as realization and disbelief came forth in waves. Surely they beared no association with the wolf whom had mauled their fallen comrade… However, the sharp screeching behind him quickly showed the true colors of the ambush. **“MEDEIA,”** he barked, whipping around to attempt to assist.

His hulking body barreled forwards, fending off the attackers as he could. Even at his prime, and with the assistance of his last friend, he still couldn’t take on all four of these wolves at the same time; it simply wasn’t possible. The soul of Medeia leaked away before his eyes as she succumbed to the pain brought by the twins’ comrades and the twins themselves, yet he was still alive. His last link to his old life… gone. Pacing over to Medeia with wishful thinking lacing his mind, he paused and turned to look at Achan. When they were both truly dead in both his mind and reality, his own attacks stopped with his defenses dropping like boulders as he noticed that they had stopped attacking. Despite despising the thought of not avenging his friends, he knew resistance would be utterly futile… he had learned his limits a long time ago. He was alone now, truly alone, more alone than the day he had left Daivat and his pack so long ago. Questions, so many questions filled his mind, but the main one he vocalized was why. **“Was what you are after truly worth the lives of my companions?”** he uttered without turning.

Through his throbbing mind he heard them utter phrases that spoke of liberation and battle, of glory and peace. These things most certainly appealed to him… After their small speech, it seemed they implied that his friends had been holding him back, also verbalizing their clear abuse of skill by snooping in the twins’ plans for their pack.

His mind, severely weakened from the fighting and lack of food, was easily convinced by the  strong arguments from the strange group. Perhaps joining a pack again would be… nice, especially amongst wolves of seemingly high caliber. All along, his friends… they were truly just barricades in his way. Eirik, in his mind, may have been better off alone.

He was done, done with this world, done with this life, yet he refused to let himself succumb to the cold fist of death that beckoned him to come forth into its depths at that moment as his wounds ached under the tension of his stance. From the shattered remains of his old life he forged a sword in his mind to finish the job of killing his old personality. He straightened.

Asking to join them in a humble and low tone, he winced at the pain that his new scars brought him and his old scar brought back. Driving out the old, in with the new, a wolf that held a ruthless code to his life was born as he followed them to who knew where.

He would live to see this cause rise from the ashes.

## Group History

In the Domain, he quickly met some new allies, who were also ready to travel with Tollek and Tsuii, such as Ronelle. He and Ronelle would scout Aryn, to gather information for the golden twins, discovering something very unusual...a group of wolves who weren't *all* Arynians, but seemed to be getting along. Who were they? *That* remained unknown to the spies.

Still, their scouting mission gave them time to bond, and they shared some stories of their pasts, but not really going into much detail about some things, like exactly how he lost his eye.

Sometime later, he and Ronelle were approached by one of the wolves they'd seen with the Arynians - Baely. He carefully asked if Eirik and Ronelle knew anything about an Arynian who'd been kidnapped, or, perhaps, if they knew anything of Blutwald wolves in the area. They did not, and peacefully parted ways.

## Trivia

* He was designed as a potential character for the proposed pack (which never came to be) Imala.

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