Feldspar

## Application Sheet

Feldspar was a dark-gray wolf with murky green eyes. He serves as the Omen, or alpha, of the pack Hintertomb. His story is just beginning. Feldspar was created and RP'd by speckledplanet.

## Personality

* ***Amiable, Calm, and Contemplative.*** There is nothing more comforting than a wolf who can listen, at least that is what Feldspar believes. He was not born into this role, but he sure has moulded himself to it throughout the years. It doesn’t seem to hold a mean bone in its body and, while its smile may be unnerving and its aura taciturn, it is always willing to speak with and be spoken to by any and all. Feldspar is a gentle creature with softened edges that are protected by its physical demeanor. A natural defense, it may say, to make up for its often untethered mind.
* ***Curious, Intuitive, and Modest.*** Feldspar is deeply observant and often spends his time in the company of his own shadow, his muses coming in the form of innate curiosity and a desire to know the unknown. There is very little that will stop Feldspar from pursuing his research or fascinations and it would be a mistake to think as much. He can be rather boarish, but he means well, as misguided as he may seem to be to those beyond his inner circle. A wolf is only as good as their intentions and while Feldspar might not think himself to be on the lighter spectrum, that does not stop him from trying.
* ***Earthy, Folksy, Political, Secretive, Stern, and Whimsical.*** For as often as Feldspar can be caught gazing into the sky day and night, his obsession and reliance on the earth is twice as strong. He’s devoted to maintaining the land passes he walks, determined to serve the stone and grass that keep him standing on four steady feet. Feldspar doesn’t truly see himself as anything other than one of the masses despite his title, something that causes some form of turmoil and strife within his mind in the late hours of the night. Every good deed he does is good, sure, but the motives behind it are always grounded in his desire and desperation to keep control of himself and his found family. Feldspar often hides his feelings through nonsensical or run-on tangents about various odds and ends, regularly drawing parallels between his state of mind and the state of the world around him. He finds it difficult to plainly state his woes or triumphs and usually doesn’t address them at all as a result. ‘It’s for the cause,’ is his usual response. ‘I am doing my part, nothing more, nothing less.’ If Feldspar chooses to divulge his personal strife to someone, it should be considered precious and regarded with the same sort of gentleness as an object from the Archives.
* ***Dependent, Dogmatic, Fatalistic, Hedonistic, Obsessive, and Paranoid.*** There’s always a faraway look in Feldspar’s eyes, as if it’s stared into some dark and intangible place trapped between space and time. It’s stuck in a perpetual sort of melancholy, a sadness that it can’t quite reason with or keep under its control. At a glance this may make Feldspar seem docile and muted, not capable of much more than the occasional conversation or odd job, but that would be quite the assumption to make. It is driven by its obsession to secure its future, to find the secrets of the world and to save the souls of those it associates itself with. Feldspar does not speak much of these topics, that much is true, but its melancholy and stagnant mannerisms do not come from a place of brokenness or malice. He longs to be a source of knowledge, of peace, of power, and he loses himself in his search for these goals. When Feldspar is not following the corridors of his mind, he is often collecting, storing and hoarding odds and ends within his personal densite or within the Archive if the objects themselves are worthy of long term preservation. He’s a materialistic wolf, a quirk that sometimes breaks him free from his apathy long enough to seem almost alive for a short bout of time. The ghost is drawn to the tangible just as the intangible is drawn to him. It is a parasitic relationship at worst, symbiotic at best— though both are equal vices to the mountain dweller.

## Pre-Group History

He has been watching from the shadows for as long as he can remember.

Feldspar was not a wolf that many expected great things from. He was mediocre in all senses of the word. His skills were subpar, his devotion waxing and waning, his desire to participate and be involved almost null. There was nothing more mundane than Feldspar back when he was a member of the Ashkin, and looking back, that might've been preferable to many.

His father was the polar opposite, and his mother had been absent in his life, so there is nothing he can say that might paint someone a picture of her in their mind. While this did not affect the child, it seemed to keep his father in a constant state of stupefaction that Feldspar had grown quite used to over the years. Early on it was concerning of course, but Feldspar was often too busy losing his own way in their many valleys to notice or ask why. Maybe that was a mistake he could have learned from, but back then he did not know that this was an infectious family trait he was so lovingly handed.

It was always a bit of an odd duck. When it was angry, it would laugh. When it was upset, it would smile. There was a constant disconnect between its emotions and its outward properties and most wolves chalked it up to being his son, his kin. No, while Feldspar was mediocre, the flack that his father often caught would overshadow whatever misbehavior or issue Fel was caught up in. Being part of the Choir had that perk to it; Fel was free to do what he wanted because he was not the one in the spotlight, and of course this was a fact that was not gone unnoticed by the child who would often spend his nights wandering too far from their home, wrestling with the stars and shouting at the moon as if to challenge the things that everyone seemed so fearful of. But Felkin was not fearful. Not until It answered him.

Not until It called back from the empty.

Days before Feldspar was to uphold The Bond, his father had made a fool of himself which resulted in exile. Whatever had transpired between him, the rest of the Choir and the Omen was a secret taken with him to some faraway place he would go to die. And his soul would be lost to Them, so there was no hope to be set aside for someone so damned. For the first time in its young life, Feldspar was at the center and in his nervousness he could only smile. He was not like his sire. He was not like his mother.

He was a nothing, a nobody, and overnight all of that had changed.

He was made an Ember despite the folly of his father, and if it was this trust from the Omen or the growing fear of the Great Ones, he upheld this promise and began to devote himself into proving those around him wrong. He did not want to fear anything, nor bend to anyone, not even the Omen. Not even their Gods. Especially their Gods. So he challenged himself at every turn from that day on, bearing the scars of failure and triumph with equal weight, never allowing himself to feel too strongly one way or the other.

It was this tenacity that landed Feldspar at the Crucible of the Soul. It was this drive to be better that landed him success. It was not faith, not devoutness, not perfection. It was he, Feldspar, who crafted himself to be this way. And it would be knowledge that would keep him from falling into the same trap of temptation like his father before him, it would keep him from losing his soul like his mother.

Around this time is when it met them; a loner from some exposed place, a place that did not sit tucked away in the mountains and valleys Feldspar knew so well. But they enticed him nonetheless. This stranger, this brilliant shade on his sun-dappled path, had captivated him like no one else had. If only it had seen the signs. If only it had noticed the birds circling overhead, perhaps it could have saved itself the heartache.

Feldspar brought the stranger back to the Tomb and for a time, it taught them all they needed to know about the pack and its way of life. This lasted for longer than it might care to admit now; sharing secrets in the dark, bathing in the sunlight, entangled and entranced with one another as the dark wings passed overhead. Feldspar was blinded, not by faith, but by love.

And when its Ascension came, its muse, its shadow, was the loudest voice among the communion.

And they were the quietest when they asked for help.

And when they were found guilty, their wings were torn apart before Feldspar’s very eyes. They were neither loud nor quiet, they just… were. Feldspar alone was responsible for the feathers it buried that evening. It alone carried them beyond the territory, it alone pressed an obol to its lips, and it alone prayed for its safety as the sun crested the hills.

When Feldspar joined the Choir, it did not sing.

When the Omen went missing, it did not join the communion.

But when it was chosen by the storms, when the thunder cracked, when the hail began to fall, when it was named as the successor to the old Omen… it smiled. It listened. It walked.

And it would not make the same mistakes as those before it.

## Trivia

* As a child, Feldspar often took great pride in looking after ant colonies. He would collect fermented fruit and leave them little gifts as often as he could. He still envies the ingenuity of insects, specifically termites and carpenter ants whose tunnel systems remain a mystery to the wolkin to this day.
* Feldspar does not often sing which can be a point of contempt for some. He does not explain why, and it doesn’t seem like he ever will.
* His rise to the position of Omen is not a subject he speaks of. The only concrete fact that is known throughout the Tomb: the former Omen went missing and has never been found.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
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