Orsu

Pallas and Buck (Brothers, NPCs)

Ilse (Aunt)

## Application Sheet

Orsu was a sooty-brown wolf with bright amber eyes. After Shiloh took leadership of Riverfell, Orsu joined the pack as a juvenile and set to training as a Gold Feather. His story is ongoing. Arrogant, overconfident, snarky - Orsu can make trouble in Riverfell, checked only by his heart of gold. He's ready to take on the world. Orsu was created and RP'd by goosened.

## Personality

* ***Confident and Audacious (if a bit Arrogant and Proud); Ambitious, Honest, and Moral.*** Undaunted by uncharted lands and eager to make a mark with his young paws, Orsu is eager and restless, undaunted by the change of seasons and the day-to-day occurrences of pack life. He’s adaptable, with a strong confidence to hold himself up. Never would he let his tail sag or poise falter, except in the company of his close confidants. Despite his sly looks and crooked grin, at the end of the day he’s an honest and dependable wolf eager to take on any task thrown at him. In his youth, he’s eager to prove himself, test his skills, and push forward with all his might. He puts himself into his passions and sticks strongly to them. Never would he turn a blind eye to those in need, even if it puts himself at risk, and he will always stand with his friends. When left to his own devices, Orsu is resilient and strong. He acts and moves quickly, looking to do tasks thoroughly. He prides himself on his work, and is proud to serve a greater purpose than himself. Orsu often acts on his whims, relishing the freedom granted by Riverfell, and he embraces the proud and welcoming culture. He fits right in with its proud and confident people, never expressing any hesitation even when he was a newcomer to this great pack. This comes with its challenges, though, as many of his packmates can find his forthright and unreserved nature as irritating, going along with his never-ending arrogance and pride. He has a right to some of his pride, but not all of it, causing the young wolf to clash with other proud adolescents. He would never back down from a fair fight, and values a good tussle to set things right every now and again.
* ***Faithful and Clever.*** His past taught him to be independent and steadfast. When he knows he cannot rely on anyone else, he goes on his own, forging his own path even if it means facing challenges on his own. He may not always know what lays ahead of him, but he believes good is within reach if one is brave enough to chase it. That said, he is not a very patient wolf-- when he has a goal, he is moving forward.
* ***Dogmatic, Critical, and Haughty.*** In his world, he believes that there is a balance of good and evil. He is aware that, in every wolf, there is a voice of good and a voice of cruelty; every wolf has the capability of harsh actions and the ability to inflict harm on others. He does not judge others on what they are capable of, instead of looking to their actions. Actions, he thinks, define who a person is and are the forefront of any judgement, even if said judgement of his is biased. One wolf ticks him off or calls him out, they may have made a snarling enemy. His moral compass is strong but his temper is stronger, sometimes getting the better of him, getting into more skirmishes than he’d like to admit.
* ***Stoic and a bit Petty.*** The majority of the time, Orsu is a wolf with a crooked grin and a joke to crack at any time. He’s a brave and ambitious soul, first to throw himself in front of every situation and glad to defend others who need it. Most packmates know that playful, wily wolf, unaware of a darker side of himself. Bottled up anxiety, guilt, and regret haunt him, but he’s too proud to reach out for help or admit to his fears. He’d say that he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him, but truly he knows he is hurting from the scars of his past. He can’t hide from it forever, and though he tells his story with a chuckle and a grin, parts of it still sting him like a thorn in his pelt.
* ***Idealistic.*** He sees a future for himself where he is at peace. Never will the world be wholly good, and he knows that-- he’s more than alright with that. There will always be challenges he must face and push on through. What he wants in his future is a place where he can live in contentment. It’s hard for him to see a time where he slows down and takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of the world, but a part of him wants that calm. One day, he wants to be surrounded by packmates who push him up, and he supports in turn. One day, he wants to be a proud and respected member of his pack. And by Siamsa, he’s going to get there.

## Pre-Group History

Orsu left his birth pack, a small familial pack struggling with lack of resources, to join Riverfell as a juvenile.

Orsu was the firstborn in a litter of three, born in late spring as the first litter of his young parents. Concerns hung over them, but despite all the challenges they knew they would face, they knew they’d do everything in their power to give their pups the best lives possible. Fortunately, the litter was healthy and strong, bringing the loner’s small densite to life the moment they opened their eyes.

The pups were weaned on heroic myths and legends and songs the parents carried with them. Young Orsu, who had been given a different name by his parents, chose his name in homage to a mythical hero when he told his parents he was their son, and not their daughter. And from then on, Orsu was what they called him. His brothers, Pallas and Buck, were quick to come up with the nickname Ors and he was glad to embrace it.

The three brothers were very close, as there were no other pups to play with most of their youth. As they began to grow into themselves, Orsu felt a rift growing between him and his brothers-- Pallas and Buck were just closer to each other than he was with them. He hated the bitterness that sparked in him, but no matter how much he tried to swallow it down, the frustration only growing. It was only made worse when the young wolves began to practice hunting and sparring: it didn’t come naturally to him like it did for Pallas, and he didn’t have Buck’s strength. So he reserved himself to working harder, making up for any skills he lacked with sheer determination and stubbornness.

With the pup’s first autumn came trouble. The summer, while prosperous, was hot, and the southern territory did not receive much rain. The resulting drought dried up creeks and muddied ponds, and herds began to migrate north, moving on from the land they called home. The animals that remained were thin and scarcely enough for them all. The family grew hungry as leaves vanished from the trees, putting all of their might into attempts to take down prey to little avail. Orsu wondered if it was the brother’s lack of skill that was costing them meals, or if this starvation was inevitable-- it was hard for him to say. The winter came with only more trials, and despite efforts to keep spirits high their spirits were fading. They all silently knew that the herd could not support all of them-- it was simply a fact. The juveniles had a ravenous appetite and they knew having five grown wolves to feed would strain the herd too much. Famine was inevitable.

Orsu distanced himself from it all. He’d grown from a jealous pup, but guilt from that time still weighed heavily on him. No matter how much his family assured him that they were meant to stick together, and they’d make it through, he was horrified to find his mother and father growing thinner and thinner.

Buck, Pallas, his mom and his dad-- they were all so happy together. They loved the freedom in their life as loners, forging their own path. But he was drawn elsewhere. He felt there was more out there for him. His mother spoke fondly of being a part of a pack long ago, and he realized wanted that. It was a centerpoint; a place to ground yourself. After a chance encounter with a wolf who mentioned a pack up north called “Riverfell,” Orsu was intrigued, the pack’s domain sounding like a dream, harboring warriors-- Gold Feathers-- like those in his childhood stories. He wasn’t sure about Riverfell, but the thought thrilled him. Maybe, he began to wonder, he could find what the pack was about himself.

The winter turned to spring. It was a feeble spring, the grass barely greening before frosts came by to make it all recede again. He was growing gaunt and skinny and felt weak. His small family pack was growing weak and concerned, no signs of the larger herd returning.

And so he came to a decision. The hardest one he ever made, and one he praises and regrets all at once. One night felt good, lighter. They’d spent the evening sharing stories, and even had the chance to share a meal. He wanted to leave them with that good memory. He slipped away under the cover of darkness and a spring snow, not saying goodbye. He reasoned at the time it was because they may stop him-- he didn’t want to put any of them in danger if he could be a part of a pack instead-- but the truth haunts him. He didn’t say goodbye because he didn’t want to face them. Sometimes, they pass out of mind and he’s swept away in the life the pack has created for him. Other times, he wishes he had the shoulder of one of his parents to lean on. It was his cost, he guessed, and one he’d have to live with.

It was cloudy, with hardly a patch of blue in sight when he wandered past the citadels of Riverfell. The breeze rushed past his fur, pulling him along, past the scent border and trails of the wolves of the valley. It was a new beginning. The best way he could honor his family-- everyone around him-- was to protect them. He decided he would one day be a Gold Feather, Riverfell’s pride. He has a long road to go, but knows he is ready to take it on.

## Group History

**2020:** In Summer, Orsu joins Riverfell and meets many friends, taking on the task of Young Feather apprentice, eager to one day become a Gold Feather. He befriends wolves such as Fawzie, his best friend, and Yulian, who makes his heart flutter. Ruby, Ricci, Lynx, and Calumina are all his friends, and he is always glad to show off to more wolves-- he’s made an impression on nearly all of them already. When Winter comes, he and Yulian share a close moment. Not long after, she goes missing-- lost without a trace.

**2021:** He seeks Yulian every moment he has time, to no avail. There’s no trace of her, and he begins to feel lost as well. Over time he starts to heal and come back into himself, but that's not to say it's easy. He befriends an old magpie and the old bird decides to hang around, seeing Orsu could use some guidance. In progress...

## Trivia

* He chose his name based on a folk story his father told him and his brothers about a bear called Orsun. He adapted that name to form Orsu.
* Orsu hates getting wet, ie, water, swimming.

## Quotes

* “Not sure what rock you’ve been living under, but I’m glad to have enlightened you! Orsu’s my name and I come from a small familial pack. It’s a shift for me to be a part of a bigger one, but, well— I can take anything on!” (to Fawzie)
* “You know, some wolves say I’m a bit of a natural when it comes to navigating the territory." (to Ricci)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* goosened's deviantART Gallery