Mekhit

Achoris, Besa, and Serach (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Mekhit was a very pale golden-brown she-wolf with sky blue eyes. She was a born and bred member of Xassa, who served her pack diligently as a Marduk through the Hive Wars, trusting Cyrus Nineveh as he revoked Hassan's Silence. Her story is ongoing. Mekhit was created and RP'd by Zoketi.

## Personality

* ***Intense, Temperamental, Vengeful, and Hardworking.*** Up front, Mekhit maintains a somewhat stiff demeanor. She’s outwardly gruff and tends to give off an aura of “don’t approach me”. This is somewhat accurate; however she doesn’t always seek to push others away. Mekhit knows how to stand firm and take the bad stuff when it comes at her. She may come across as fairly stoic at first glance, but she’s very adept at jumping into a defensive pose. Probably too adept. She’s not one to shy from even making an aggressive move, but will listen to reason if she’s not overwhelmed.
* ***Spirited, Compassionate, and Witty.*** Among those she trusts, however, the Lioness is quite a bit more amicable. She’s energetic and playful, intent on having a good time. Mekhit is very much a wolf who lives in the moment. She wants life to be fun and wholesome, to the point where she may even push through where she should not. She’s not particularly good at reading social cues, aside from hostile ones. Boundaries are hard to find. She’s clumsy when it comes to traipsing the border of subtle emotions. If she treads where she shouldn’t she’ll retreat into her own shell - maybe hissing as though it wasn’t her fault. Having shouldered the weight of blame and more in her youth, she is terribly intent on avoiding it now. It all leads back to fear; but she’ll portray it as anger. She doesn’t want to feel fear. She hates it.
* ***Persistent.*** Mekhit struggles to make amends. Guilt is familiar and it eats her away, but she shirks from the admission. In turn, she'll avoid facing anything to do with it. Why stumble over confusing feelings when one can just move on? The world doesn’t have time for sulking. Mekhit wants to keep on keeping on. This is not a very healthy coping mechanism, of course. Sooner or later those bottled emotions will come crashing out.

## Pre-Group History

While lightning split the sky, a she-wolf gave birth in a den deep within the Turam Forest. Four pups cried out in the night, all healthy and strong. Sotemeit, the mother, raised her brood in seclusion til they could walk without trouble. Just a month or so old, they were introduced to their real home: the pack of Xassa.

Though Sotemeit’s mate had been killed shortly after she’d conceived, she was a doting and good mother. Mekhit started out as the littlest of her siblings, the only girl in the litter, a blessing in her mother’s eyes. But to her brothers, a scapegoat and outlet. What began as childish teasing turned into outright bullying as the four grew, with Mekhit taking the brunt of her siblings’ antics. She cowered at first, but then fought back, thriving on growth spurts that brought her to match her brothers. Never did she tell her mother, but more than once Sotemeit caught the tail end of her children’s clashes. Early on, she encouraged her daughter to make friends with the other wolves her age, including the Cyrus’ latest litter.

At first the she-pup was sour and hostile, expecting to be abused especially by other males. However, with offers of friendship, she softened and found respite among the other pups. In the meantime, Mekhit idolized her mother and in particular, her rank as a Marduk. A she-wolf who was just as tough as the males that typically chose the task. She was determined to become a warrior just like Sotemeit.

Mekhit, admittedly, was content to live under Hassan’s Silence. They were thriving well enough, were they not? Let the world stay hidden. It was cruel; it had been proven so, and there was plenty to satisfy them here. With little outside interaction, they could stay safe and sound. She was busy focusing on training to be the strongest warrior she could be. One of her brothers, Serach, was in pursuit of the Marduk task as well, and Mekhit was determined to outshine him. By the end of her juvenile days she had outgrown all her siblings except Serach.

With aging came more freedom, and a separation from her brothers. Mekhit was able to find more joy in the time she spent roaming and bonding with the other youth of the pack, and even with the older members too. She took a liking to the hardened Nouri, a Marduk like her mother, who eventually became a mentor of sorts.

But the security of the Silence was not to last. The great sickness swept Xassa; reducing the pack to a struggling wisp of its former glory. Mekhit lost most of her kin to the plague. It took her mother and two of her brothers. Despite her less-than-loving relationship with her littermates, she would not have wished them dead. But her mother’s death was a bitter adjustment. She and Besa survived to hear the change as Ninevah took his place as the new Cyrus: lift the silence and return to Xerxes’ Peace.

## Trivia

* She has a snaggletooth on her lower left jaw.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Zoketi's deviantART Gallery