Mulberry

## Application Sheet

Mulberry was an orange-and-cream-furred male wolf with ice-blue eyes. He entered the Domain as a loner, in the midst of the Hive Wars. After the Hive was defeated, he briefly joined Mhor, but departed shortly after his dear friend Sheza, and hasn't been seen again since. Mulberry was created and RP'd by SpookyWonders.

## Personality

[Brash] [Reckless] [Cold] [Solitary] [Selfish] [Defensive] [Headstrong] [Aggressive] [Protective] [Sarcastic] [Egotistical] [Compassionate]

While Mul does boast about his accomplishments and talents in his efficiency for fighting, he has the skill to back up those words. He truly means it when he says he loves fighting too. Some might even consider his reckless need to immediately jump into battle for the joy of it a bit crazy. As he’s never one to back down from a fight, he’s more of the get it over and done with kind of wolf. Having a history of being hunted down, he gets rather annoyed seeing the same face after he already fought them once before.

Mul is the type that doesn’t do something for nothing, there must be something in it for him if he’s going to bust his back for it. He’s quick to strike a deal and is usually the one in control of said deals. He’s firm, not one to haggle or offer wiggle room; he'd much sooner walk away then negotiate. Often self centered, Mul walks alone and is only focused on one thing-keeping himself alive. However, since departing from Sheza he’s had a bit of a change in heart. Sometimes he’ll go out of his way to help others and try to be more virtuous for the sake of her. It isn’t always the easiest but she saved him from his own demons once and he promised himself he’d do better for her.

Mul is used to living alone and he often finds he’s better off that way. His social skills for lack of a better word are a work in progress, at least it has been since he parted from Sheza. After leaving his life behind, he had no interest in others and oftentimes was too blunt for comfort. However from his time spent with Sheza he’s learned to have a more sociable approach and find compromise. That’s where you’ll find the best in Mul’s character, under all his cold shoulder like demeanor he is caring.

For those he cares for, Mul will do anything for them and stick by them no matter the circumstances. He also becomes extremely protective even of those closest to the one he cares for. It could be said that Mul has trust issues and is extremely wary of others or making new friends. Having been betrayed by his own father, those scars run deeper than he’d like and oftentimes he’s very anxious to challenge or avoid criticism. Usually he masks all his inner turmoil through the best outlet: sarcasm. Mul has come to be somewhat known for his quick witted remarks in even the most dire of situations. He also has a special way of using what he deems is “aggressive” sarcasm, usually calling it a gift.

## Pre-Group History

Mulberry was born to a kingdom as his father liked to call it, the kingdom of Weskoros. Who’s desire was to unite themselves to the eastern valley, all to fall under one rule: Arbour’s rule. Mulberry’s father was a determined wolf, one who was held in high esteem by all his followers and led with an honorable purpose. However, after the passing of Mulberry’s mother, a rift began to brew between him and his father. The wolf he once looked up to had changed into someone darker-more sinister. What Mul despised even more was that it appeared as if he was looking at a reflection of himself.

*Nothing but a monster like him.*

At least that’s what he believed until he met the pack’s newest member, a golden wolf by the name of Sheza. The circumstances of their meeting had been amusing and somehow Mul found himself drawn to her. With Sheza, he had been able to open up about his fears and found the two shared similarities wolves of their age should never have to endure. Yet, as the seasons changed so did they, both being pulled apart by the responsibilities of growing up. It is often said that the birth of spring strengthens bonds and warms the soul. Although this spring shared no such bounds, as by spring’s bloom Mulberry had fled. Leaving nothing but an icy storm in its wake.

Weskoros tool was gone.

After discovering the full extent of what all his fathers truths were, Mul couldn’t bear it. Nothing was keeping him there, in fact, everything was driving him away. His father, one who was thought to be a trusted and proud leader, was nothing but a monster. All along he had been right and it was all his father’s fault. To think he even was prepared to grit his teeth and bear the thought of forced wedlock under his illusions. Arbour didn’t desire what was best for him or the pack, the only thing he truly desired was power. So much so, that desire had led to the death of his own mother. That truth was the final one to push him over the edge, he didn’t want any part of Arbour.

The blood in his veins suddenly felt poisonous.

Luckily Mul wasn't the only one to take notice of his fathers darker secrets. A small elite group Arbour had created under his rule had begun to turn against him as well. After discovering the truth of their alpha and some even desiring revenge. They helped Mul escape in broad daylight under the illusion that they would be taking him on a hunting escapade. An illusion that paid off for them both as Mul went his way and they went their own. It wasn’t long before this father had discovered his only son would never be returning.

However, Mul was long gone…at least he was naive enough to believe he was. What Mulberry didn’t expect was to find the eyes belonging to an old friend one cool lonely summer. For the first time in those long weeks, he felt stuck. He couldn’t pin-point any emotions, besides one: he wasn’t returning. Nothing could force him back. So he walked away, only to have her follow. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her, so he shared as little as he could. Enough so she’d know who she’s following and in the end he did what he does best.

Make a deal.

She could stay to help him and in return receive the truth to all of Wekoros best kept secrets. A deal she accepted. In the end, this was one deal Mul would come to regret as it ended up hurting them both…

As time passed and the realization that neither Mul nor Sheza would be returning, others were sent in Sheza’s place. They were wanted now. Two wolves on the run from an entire kingdom devoted to lies and power. At this point Mul knew, if Sheza had been able to track him after so long these skilled wolves would catch up to them eventually. However, every time they had been able to fend them off…until one time they couldn’t.

In the swirl of winter they had been discovered once more, except this time they were outmatched and outclassed. Their only option was to turn tail and run no matter the pride either of them may have held. So they ran. Navigating the treacherous mountain side as they dodged icy drops and narrow passages. For a moment Mul thought they would make it and for a moment they had. Until the path they took turned out to be nothing but a dead end. Unable to stop in time, they were both sent tumbling over the cliff side in a heap of dust and snow.

The attempts Mul made to take the blunt of the fall only failed, as Sheza fared the worst between the two of them. Red. It was all he saw as the smell of blood reached his nose. While his eyes trailed, finding the large wound across her back that was the source of the bloody stain. Quickly he pulled himself up, as his mind scrambled at what to do next. Ironically Sheza was the one to keep him steady and guide him. Thankfully they were able to find shelter from the weather to tend to their wounds as it passed. Mul was quick to recover, but Sheza needed time to heal and so as the winter months passed he stayed beside her.

By the time spring had come back around again, she was well enough to walk once more. Although as with the blooming of the previous spring, this one wasn’t a warm welcome. In fact, they both knew what the flowers budding went: they'd be apart. Over the course of the winter, they decided or rather Mul pushed for them to go their separate ways. Witnessing Sheza get so severely injured because of him, made him realize how much of a danger to her he was. While she was against the idea at first, he told her before this had all started that she’d owe him a favor…and this was that favor.

*So they parted ways.*

He was a lone wanderer now, restless and discontent as he carries memories that keep him in the past. Though, it hasn’t been all bad, he’s managed to meet some interesting characters along the way. Forced to fall back on old habits and take up small trades or tasks with other loners or packs to keep alive.

Eventually, the endless travel and long nights brought him to the land known as the Domain.

While he has yet to meet the local packs, Mulberry continues to travel west. The current land he padded through seemed almost barren, though green and bright it was silent. Feeling as if he was being watched, Mul pressed on in high alert, unknowing entering a vast land currently tangled in war…

## Trivia

* A very long and noticeable scar presents itself on the side of his left cheek. It’s dark in color now from how long he’s had it. If anyone asks about it he always tells them it was given from a battle with a cougar’s claws. However, only one wolf knows the truth to said scar and that truth being: it was received from getting whipped by an apple branch one early morning. The other two scars above his left brow are small and lighter in color from being more recent. Many times other’s fail to notice them as their eyes instead focus on the biggest one he has on that same side. Those small cuts were given by a few flying rocks managing to cut him during one of his attempts to slide down a small rocky cliff edge.
* He likes apples a lot.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
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