Wilhelmine

## Application Sheet

Wilhelmine, or Willa, was a dusty gray and brown she-wolf with amber eyes. She made her way to the pack of Vektren, where she lived for several months until vanishing from the Domain. Willa was created and RP'd by Dellavayi.

## Personality

* ***Charismatic and Persuasive.*** It is more than apparent Wilhelmine has a certain sense of striking charm to her. A charm that she uses for a variety of reasons, splitting between the goodwill of others and the good will of herself. The later being her own favorite way of using it for certain reasons. And, to pair along with her charm, Willa is very good with convincing others to either do something she wishes them to do, or getting them to see her point of view of things. This can be for just simple chatter in Willa wanting others to simply open up their minds to ideas. After all, a closed mind that simply looks through but a keyhole misses out on the world. But, beyond this, she will use this for her own advantages. Of course, she would.
* ***Empathetic.*** Contrary to where she has stood and what outsiders may think of her, Wilhelmine is actually very susceptive to understanding and relating to how others feel. She knows what her action and the actions of others may cause in terms of emotions. And sometimes, it’s hard to deal with. But, she doesn’t let it get in the way of her own life and her family’s. Not everyone can afford to act differently simply because they understand.
* ***Intense.*** Willa….She can be a...a bit much to deal with. A lot to deal with, especially to those within the pack. Because they not only have to deal with the strong bound of opinions that she has, coupled with the actions that come with it. But, they also get to deal with the intense amount of emotions she leaves for them only. Have fun!!
* ***Outspoken.*** If the last description didn’t make this clear, Wilhelmine is also very prone to stating her thoughts. Granted, she knows when to stay respectful. But, if she believes it necessary to push boundaries, she’ll do it and gladly accept the consequences of speaking in what she believes in.
* ***Stern.*** While it may not come off as much at times, Willa is very much in a mindset that you respect others. Sometimes this can be overstepped, but, you better respect the wolf first and not just go doing it due to some sense of self assertiveness. So, it's in these situations in which Willa will become very stern. Given her position of respect in the past, and in giving it to others, she will not hesitate to put others in their place if she feels it needs to be done.
* ***Deceptive.*** Playing dirty or with a bounty of tricks. Willa is in no way above that. Actually, she practically dances with it. She loves getting blood on her as much as the next sacrificial murderer, but, she loves playing little games. Figuring out how to give herself the enjoyment of watching another chase their tails around and around. The absolute pleasure of hers. But, not only that, she loves the fact of how little she has to worry about the claws of another coming at her at full force since, by the time she gets her own on them, she’s likely either weakened or disabled them to the point of there being none of that itchy fighting back.
* ***Dissolute.*** She has morals! She certainly has them. But….Willa just has the tendency to not be very strict with them. And will often bend them as she sees fit. Especially in times of helping her family. Yes, it oftentimes brings horrible pain onto others, but, her family is literally everything her.
* ***Resentful.*** You wrong this wolf...You wrong her family. Let’s just say, Willa is among the last wolves on this planet you want to do this too, for she is not one who forgets. And she sure as hell isn’t one to simply forgive. She’ll sooner take her own path into marking one’s corpse in the ground than forgive them for any treacheries done towards her.

## Pre-Group History

Wilhelmine only ever met her mother for a second. A second that stretched on long enough for her to smile down on the pup before the darkening red took her away entirely. With closed eyes, the pup never saw such things. Now would she have remembered it anyways. And it’s the same reason she’s left with no memory of her father either. A wolf in charge of leading his pack against a war. One they were losing terribly too, and one that ultimately brought him to his end. And in his end, another stepped up. No longer pushed to the side. No longer kept to the shadow. She stepped up, took her parent’s place, and led her pack once more into battle. And in a bloody dawn, she raised her head in victory as she held the leader of their enemy in her jaws by the throat, letting red spill and paint her coat.

And by the time the sun set, the wolves of Phyrelm had long since begun their celebration, leaving no part of the dead alpha’s body or their army intact as they fed their gods. They painted the land red that day.

But, Willa would never come to remember this victory she was born into. She would only ever hear of it as her older sister told it to her as though it were a bedtime story.

In fact, her life would remain vacant of this for a long time, leaving her to only hear stories for the time being of her pack’s ways. Which, in many ways, it was for the best. Every young one deserves the opportunity to be just that. And her sister, Lyriss, had every intention of doing just that for her younger sister. So, making her first command, Lyriss prevented her pack from acting on their conquering ways. Just for a little bit, she asked her pack to hold back on their ways.

So Willa did not grow up with war all around her. Move they still did, but she first got to see another side of her family first before the launched back into the fray. She saw and loved the side of them no outsider could see, and above them all, her sister became everything to her. She was everything the young pup needed, and everything she sought to be.

And it was perhaps for this reason that the older grew hesitant on letting go of her first command. On letting her sister, a thorn like all of them, but still innocent to the means of drawing blood, see what it was like to do such a thing. To see how this innocence would change as they marched back into who they were at heart. She let the curtains draw back though. Lyriss let loose of her command, and within the moon, the pack found their next target. And for the first time, Willa watch what it meant for the ground to drink in blood. The pup did not flinch from the sight though. She did not shudder under the weight of the pain her pack wrought as their gods fed on their victory. She didn’t even run as her own sister approached, a wolf in her jaws as she walked into their den. No, instead, the young soul followed, ready to begin the next chapter of her life.

As Wilhelmine’s life went on, she steadily went from learning the ways and values of her pack, to learning her place to contribute to them, to become among the best among her ranks. She was a hunter at heart. Early on, it was noticed she had a way of watching others. Taking note of their habits, how they moved, and the perfect way of hitting them where it counted. So, with time, she worked from hunting small game to tougher prey. Until finally, her enemies came to be her favorite victims to ensnare. Still young, the wolf had a long way to go. Especially in the light of her mentors and especially in that of her sister. But, she kept going for them. And they did the same for her. It was this that made all the pain they wrought a fine price to pay. They would reap it all. They would reap the whole word for the sake of their family.

With time though, this family came to grow as the next flood of pups came into the pack. And among these, Wilhelmine found herself with a tiny cousin. And, in no time, the wolf found herself simply fawning over the little one, treating her just as her sister had when she was younger. As per usual in the pack, Wilhelmine was unsurprised to see no male around. Fathers, or the biological ones, didn’t always stick around, either out of feeling no responsibility or having no interest. It wasn’t always the case, but, with the closeness and ways of the pack, this fact was of little care to most. All that mattered is that they did everything they could to raise them all. That they did everything to protect them.

Pharrelm was no newcomer to having war launched upon them. For not being the first to strike and set that roar of battle. Many packs had come for them. Many out of fear. Others out of confliction on their beliefs. Some even trying to be valiant. This pack...They had none of that. They had no fear. No gods. No purpose for their ways. No sense of unity beyond that of an army looking for power. So, they wasted no time in striking the first move. Slaying five of their own that had been scouting ahead. Their only message of the battle they would be fighting one way or another.

So, with rage in their hearts for the family lost so suddenly, the pack prepared. They gathered their strength. Made sure their young and those guarding them were hidden away. And they once set out to prepare their first steps for the battles to come. Only, there was no time. No one heard as those sent out were hunted within the day and slaughtered. Or the ones taken as they scouted the pack. Or the wolves that closed around them as they prepared the position for their first fight. There was only the settling of night. The sharp call of an owl. And then the sudden screams of the battle that quickly to just the first as Pharrelm fell one by one.

There was a terror in her heart at first. Terror as she watched her pack. Her friends..Her family all fall to the muddy ground below. There there was rage as she felt her options weighing out, forcing her back to a corner she couldn’t see the way out of. Then, everything froze as a single roar broke out above them all. The very marking kill that had taken the alphess, Wilhelmine now had to watch as it took the life of her sister. It seemed everyone froze as Lyriss let the below call out from her until the fangs around her neck cut off her voice once and for all. And then let her body simply fall before they were being aimed at another shocked Pharrelmian.

Before Lyriss’s body even hit the ground though, Willa was already gone from the scene as the rest of her pack was slain. As she ran, she could have sworn she felt the very wind go still as her gods fell with them. Which shouldn’t have been. The pack that followed them was dead...But there was still….

By the time dawn was long gone, Willa had long since walked numbly from the spot where they’d hidden everyone else. Everyone who either couldn’t fight or would fight to protect them. And everything...It was all gone. For no reason at all.

For no reason.

So, she just kept walking.

## Group History

Willa did *not* care for the swampy, muggy weather of Vektren, but she pressed on, eager to see what the shadowy pack could offer her. She became a Neophyte and began learning about the pack, learning all the secrets she could, trying to scope out the best opportunities for herself.

Ultimately, though, Wilhelmine decided to leave the pack, and she was never seen again.

## Trivia

* Will will be working to be the unofficial matchmaker of the pack. Don’t fight it!! You know you want her vast well of infinite romantic knowledge to guide you all!
* It’s not necessarily the fact that her pack was destroyed alongside her gods that bothers her. All things must come to an end. Everything must someday die, and she has accepted that. It’s the circumstances for why the enemy pack struck that fills her with such unrelenting anger.
* For as good as Willa is at making traps, she’s just as good as outsmarting or escaping others.
* And if she has to spend the time to do so, Willa has a very special way of saying thank you for the experience.

## Quotes

* "Well, many of mine [enemies] have long been dust in the wind. While fun to have, too often do they get on my nerves a bit too much for it to last." (Willa on enemies, *Aesthetic MSE*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Dellavayi's deviantART Gallery