Aislin

## Personality

**. : PERSONALITY : .**

**+ Positive +**

Aislin considers herself to be fairly open minded, she often entertains new ideas and will pursue them until there is nothing left to pursue. She enjoys long and thoughtful conversations, and is one of the few wolves who actually enjoys being proven wrong. Depending on what it is of course.

Aislin has always had a sharp mind, and at times an even sharper tongue. Her mind runs a mile a minute, always thinking, always working on whatever is in front of her.

Despite her open mind, Aislin is a patient and cautious young wolf. She takes her steps carefully and planned, always testing the ground before putting her full weight on it, in a metaphorical way of thinking. It’s very out of character for her to have outbursts or act impulsive, but on occasion it may happen if her emotions weigh too hard on her.

**Driven (Originally 'Deep Sadness')**

It took Aislin a long time to find out her drive for her life, but she has found it in her task. She now pushes herself to fill the paw prints of long dead Mages, vowing to find her place among those of old. Her fathers stories fuel this, and she will never forget them. She will continue to push herself until she can no longer.

**= Neutral =**

She is the kind of wolf that could sit and discuss a subject at length for hours. She will worry herself senseless over the finer details. Most times this is good, as it causes her to be extremely organized and smooth working. On the other paw though, she tends to stress over the littlest details.

**Confident (Originally 'Quiet')**

Where Aislin has always held a more calm and quiet demeanor, after the events that nearly led to Alderwen's death and her first ever true act of vengence, Aislin seems to have become more confident in her own abilities. This extends to her task as well and she has become more outspoken among her fellow Mages, leading her to hold more teaching sessions and reaching out more to those that may need it.

A wolf with a heart sometimes larger than her brain. She takes pity easily, and will always try and find a way to help another wolf or creature in need. Morhian or not.

**- Negative -**

Aislin has a hard time making up her mind, whether it be loyalty or even just lunch. She sometimes just can’t make up her mind on where to go or who to follow and more often that not, it tends to cause issues and has even gotten her snapped at from time to time. Due to this, she tends to leave the choice making up to someone else she trusts, and simply follows them.

**Overly Protective**

Aislin has lost a lot, and due to this, she is avidly defensive of her packmates and family. She would do anything to defend them, including giving her own life if needed. Pups hold a special place in her heart, and she tends to dote on them, and watch them with a hawk's eye when they're out and about in the packs home.

## Pre-Group History

Aislin and her sibling Faolan were born during the height of spring in the middle of a monstrous thunderstorm that threatened the roving group of wolves. Their mother huddled beneath a stone outcropping while their father shielded his family from the storm. The pack rested there for a short time, but soon the pups, too young to walk or even see, were on the move.

They grew up moving, never settling in one spot for more than a few months. Chasing the herds and learning on the fly. Aislin always had a knack for directions and memorizing things, her eyes always watching and her mind always storing every little thing away. But she found that her favorite pastime was to sit and watch the stars overhead. Deciding that his daughter should know the old tales, Kiel began teaching her about the stars. He taught her the names, constellations and more. He remembered much from the teaching of his mother, and decided that he should pass it to his daughter

She was close with both of her parents, but during the teachings of the stars, Aislin bonded tightly with her father. Just a few months shy of when Aislin and her sister would have reached two years old, their father fell deathly ill, just as most of the pack had. Terrified for her father and family, Aislin herself became so sick she nearly passed when she caught the illness. She, her mother and her sister managed to best it, her father however was too old. Cradled by his family, Kiel passed peacefully in his sleep. Heart broken by the loss of her father, she found herself leaning to her sister for support. Their mother, grieving the loss of her long time mate, became a shell of herself. Her daughters tried to lessen the burden, but could do no more than Eideard would allow of them. A month and a half after their fathers passing, they lost her as well.

She’d left with a few other members in the early, frosty morning to hunt. The weather had just begun to warm, frost coating the grasses in the early morning, but the evenings were temperate and comfortable. They tracked a wounded deer deep into the woods, expecting an easy meal to be gifted to them by nature. Just as Eideard lunged for the deer, so too did a hulking Grizzly Bear. It made short work of Eideard and her brother, and would have taken the other hunters lives had they not fled when they did. They delivered the crushing news to the yearling wolves and the pack, bringing a night of mourning and sadness over the now utterly tiny band of travelers.

As spring rolled through, Aislin could not find happiness in her birthing month, secluding herself for most of it and only coming out once night had fallen to take some solace in the stars above. The eerie quiet calm of the specks above eased her aching heart those nights. She took comfort in what the winds whispered, and was able to sleep easy under the light of the yawning moon and the stars that smattered the sky above. During this time, she distanced herself from friends and family alike, barely speaking and only eating when her body forced her to. By the end of the month, her sibling managed to bring her out of the stupor and turn her around.

As the pack continued their northward trek, summer came to the land and tensions ran high among their small band. Many of them wondered why they traveled north, confused and even angry that the little queen would drag them through rivers and streams, mud and fields to bring them to the north. But no one made a move to stop her.

Until her uncle, Alchalar made to stab her in the back. During a silent vigil under the stars, Aislin had fallen into a deep trance among many others of their group. In it, she stood among the stars, seeing spirits flit between them, giggling and whispering as they chased one another. Until the moon began to fall from the sky, the stars converging and crushing in on her as her eyes snapped open. A wolf had knocked into her as they jumped back, and as her eyes snapped open, she realized that a savage fight had erupted between The Archqueens father and uncle.

Horrified, Aislin leaped to the aid of The Archqueen's father, and found herself setting her teeth upon the fur of wolves she’d once considered kin.

By the end of the night, with Renwythe’s death hanging a cold shadow over their band, Aislin could only pray that the choice she had made was right. She wanted nothing more than to believe in Rowena, but the revolt of Alchalar  brought unrest not only to herself, but many in the pack.

With winter biting down their backs, Rowena finally proclaimed that the valley they’d sheltered in would now become their permanent home. No more wandering, no more worrying. They would set their claws into the dirt and this would become home. It was a harsh place, but perhaps Rowena simply wanted to prove not to the pack, but to herself that she could follow in Aewen’s footsteps and lead the ragtag band into a new age.

They were no longer a roving band of wanders, no.

They were Mhor.

## External Links

Application Sheet

Kiel (familiar)