Caoimhe

## Application Sheet

Caoimhe was a delicate cream-furred she-wolf with indigo-blue eyes. As a youngster, she was separated from her brother, Averill, at a young age and found her way to a pack. She lived most of her short life in Fellfang, serving her pack as a Witch-Doctor until her untimely death from her numerous neurological and physical maladies, in the embrace of her best friend, Saga. She was created and RP'd by Celtic-Barbarian.

## Personality

* ***Patient, Inquisitive, Caring, and Colorful.*** Overall, Caoimhe is an extremely patient young female. With the obstacles that she has had to overcome and some she still faces, most taking time, she had to grow to become willing to wait and learn. She finds it easy to wait for others to grasp a concept, and enjoys teaching others or learning things from others even if they take their time. She is rather inquisitive, has a thirst to learn and discover new things. There isn't anything that she doesn't wish to learn about, even if it won't affect her or benefit her, it may benefit others around her to learn. Caoimhe is caring and rather bubbly, she has a cheerful- while withdrawn cheerfulness to her. She doesn't see the point in moping around, and likes to chat with others and help them get over their obstacles. Her gentle nature is something she is known for around the pack.
* ***Ordinary, but Submissive.*** Despite all this, she is without a doubt, ordinary. Not that this doesn't have it's benefits, she can blend it- as long as she isn't asked to walk anywhere otherwise she stands out. But she enjoys blending into nothing at times, not wanting to be in the sunlight that others are worthy of. She is rather submissive when it comes to taking orders, requests and over all is a push over. Her patient, caring nature tends to get taken advantage of as she feels bad for turning down helping others and ends up caving and helping more. Even if its means she is over working herself. However, despite being somewhat of a push over, she can stand up for herself if she sees fit.
* ***Delicate and Fragile.*** Literally delicate and fragile, her body at times is like a weak baby bird, Caoimhe is often left to rest or ordered to prevent her body from collapsing or growing too tired. Her hind legs often feel strained and painful, and she has no fighting ability, so if it came to it, she would be a quick meal for a predator.
* ***Nervous, Envious, and Withdrawn.*** The creme female has a nervous attitude towards life, and despite that withdrawn bubbliness that comes out when she talks often more than not Caoimhe is biting her tongue. She is overly worried on what she says, often analyzing what she will say before a conversation has even happened. Caoimhe is envious of her packmates, their ability to walk normally without growing tired or without assistance. Their ability to hunt and just go exploring without getting someone sent after her to watch her or to make sure she doesn't snuff it. She hates how weak she is in comparison to others, even if she won't open say this and just smiles. She is withdrawn, only truly emotionally vulnerable to those she considers close and often has two ways of talking to others- pack mate talk and friends. She isn't two-faced, she is just wary.

## Pre-Group History

Born to an unfortunate pair, Caoimhe and her brother Averill were the result in a breeding of unknowing, half siblings. They shared the same father, but not the same mother, and were raised separately from one another and unaware of each others presence until they met. This drove the parents apart, their mother and father rarely talked despite the small family remaining together.

Caoimhe was extremely out-going as a pup, she enjoyed exploring the world before her illness symptoms began to show. This was something her parents had been fearful of. Her hind legs muscles slowly began to decay, their strength over the first few months of her life had remained strong were now fading. Caoimhe constantly grew stick, feverish and fluish, having to be kept beside her mothers side while their father hunted. Averill seemed to be unaffected, other than his hearing was a bit patchy.

But their father never returned. Their mother, growing in a mixture of concern and annoyance, started on a journey as such to locate him. The pups kept to their mothers side, due to Caoimhe's weak immune system they did have to stop for days at a time. But after a few months, they located their father.

But he was dead.

His body hung over a dried dead tree, the organs that remained, and not feasted on by ravens and crows and other creatures, hung out. His eyes gone, but it was him. His soft rustic coat in tatters, no smile, no laughter. Their mother was in a horror stricken state, before they were quickly surrounded by wolves. Their eyes lingered on the three, eyes hungry, teeth bared in sickening smiles. Caoimhe had no time to argue, as their mother pushed her and her brother beneath a fallen log and told them to run. With the aid of her brother, despite her protests, the duo ran. It was raining, the grumbling of the storm clouds above silenced their mothers screaming. But it still rang inside their brains.

She was gone. Their father was gone.

They were alone, but they had each other.. But how would they survive..

Something happened, Caoimhe struggles to remember but the weather had worsened, the storm growing more in rage and the rapids of the water were growing. Her and her brother tried to cross the rapids before someone.. something, no someone had knocked them in. Her mind had grown blank, unable to fight the rapids before she was awoken- no brought back by an old wolf, her eyes were worried, anxious as her paw lay on Caoimhe's chest. The elderly wolf spoke to her gently, her mind hurt. She must have hit her head pretty badly.

There was someone.. Mhm, who was it? The creme female thought she was forgetting someone, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Caoimhe was brought to Fellfang as a pup, barely a juvenile by the elderly female who left again. The pack helped raise her, keep her alive despite the fact that she felt like she was forgetting a massive chunk of her life. What had happened before she had awoken to the paw of that old wolf, why had she been in the water?

And who was the pup who constantly ran along her tattered memories.

Caoimhe remained close to the medical dens, as she grew from Juvenile months to become a young adult, she remained in camp for most of her life. Not by being forced, but by personal choice. She was anxious of the world, terrible memories were coming back, blood... the rapids...those wolves.

She remains in camp to feel safe.. but she is unsure what to do about these flashbacks. Despite these grievances, she enjoys her life in Fellfang and its rich history.

## Group History

Caoimhe felt she owed her new pack the greatest of all gratitudes, for taking her in. She tried to train herself, but her back was prone to having spasms, causing her a great deal of pain and discomfort. Caoimhe met her packmates, like Temperance, who told her that size didn't matter for a wolf to become a member of the Vanguard. This inspired Caoimhe, though ultimately, it was not the task for her.

Caoimhe tried her paw at hunting, but hunting tended to make her back spasms worse. She caught a hare, but, realizing it was pregnant, she let it go, apologizing. She also practiced swimming, going to the Crystal Run, where a beaver dam had caused a pool to form. Saga went with her - he was one of her dearest friends in the pack.

Gradually, Caoimhe's memories of her brother became to come filtering back, ever so slightly. She also suffered from nightmares, and eerie feelings that something was stalking her in the darkness and mist of Fellfang.

She didn't let it spoil her attitude, though. Caoimhe enjoyed the snow, and she welcomed a newcomer named Ori Chime into the pack. She showed Ori to the Witch-Doctor's den.

Towards the end of the winter, unfortunately, Caoimhe became sick. Very sick. It wasn't contagious, but the enormous problems caused by her inbred genes brought about a great deal of neurological and physical problems, and her body just couldn't cope with it anymore.

As she was dying, Saga found her, and sat with her, offering Caoimhe comfort and company as she passed from this world into the next. She was at peace as she died, in the grasp of her dearest friend.

## Trivia

* Caoimhe is the definition of petite and unhealthy, physically. Her stature is that of inbreeding, and thus as she has aged her muscle factor in her hind legs and back over the past few years has grown worse to the point where she struggles to walk. Her hind legs lack proper defined muscle, causing the hind of her body to look and feel weak while the front of her body is more defined and muscled well.
* She adorned her ears with sprigs of wild cotton.

## Quotes

* "Never give-up on yourself Saga, even if you feel like you are alone. You have so many wolves around you, who love and care about you. You aren’t alone, even if you are the only one struggling with the battle inside yourself." (to Saga, *Last Breath*)

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