Inessa

Keira (Sister, NPC)

Ilan and Naseefa (Cousins)

## Application Sheet

Inessa was a brown-furred wolf with droopy lime-green eyes. They joined the pack of Aryn during the Hive Wars, where they were reunited with their cousin Ilan. Their story is ongoing. Inessa was created and RP'd by iam-57311.

## Personality

* ***Congenial and Witty.*** Nessa is a people pleaser. As much as they look like a cave hermit who would rather be left alone, the red wolf loves nothing more than sprawl out on a good day and converse with their fellow packmates. They find it easy to match the mood of the room and charm their way into others' attention. The few rare times they converse with higher-ranked individuals, they’re able to use the right words to make the exchange as efficient as possible – however, of course, it’s with their people that they get along the most.
* ***Loyal***. Once a wolf is considered to be within Nessa’s inner circle, there is nothing they wouldn’t do to defend them. The short wolf has no problems out-mouthing an opponent and messing around to cheer up their best of friends. To a pack, they wouldn’t betray them, but Nessa’s true loyalty lies with the few individuals who stand out and are willing to stand with them in return.
* ***Laid-back and Nonchalant.*** Tired eyes and overall droopier appearance give the impression that they are a lazy, depressed wolf. This isn’t necessarily true. While Nessa can be seen lounging in a sunny spot, they more often than not find their ‘lazy’ spots among other packmates, in casual and stress-free conversation. Nessa often gives the aura of rest in the middle of stress, and a good laugh in the middle of a difficult situation. This isn’t to say that they aren’t a bit careless but their good vibes tend to hide that impression from those lost in it.
* ***Bluntly Honest.*** There’s nothing to hide in this wolf’s mind, and no reason to hide it. Nessa is probably just about the most honest individual anyone could meet. However, of course, this isn’t out of the goodness of their heart – rather,  a lack of filter. Anything can slip their mouth at any given moment, and they think not much of it. It’s the truth, after all, why try to stop it?
* ***Insincere and Ridiculing***. Unfortunately, as much of a lighthearted jokester Nessa tends to be, it doesn’t make them a perfectly unproblematic person. Certain things they simply don’t care about, and they’re not going to care for half-hearted promises they made on impulse for the wolves they never cared about in the first place. They push people, even those they’re closest to, for little things that annoy them, no matter how insignificant. Even if this shows more often as mean-spirited jokes or comments, no one is spared when Nessa is in a shitty mood.
* ***Neglectful***. As a direct result of their upbringing, Nessa fails to assess the many, many issues in their life. They aren’t unaware, but can’t bring themself to care about any of it until the very last minute, if even. This extends to their friends and loved ones; if something can be handled by someone else, they’ll wait for them to handle it. It’s none of Nessa’s concern.

## Pre-Group History

One thing that was always understood in Nessa’s childhood is that they were never understood. No one in their life could wrap their head around why they were this way, why they would never seem to learn – and they intended to keep it this way.

To say Nessa’s early life was anything worthy of recognition would be an overstatement, though. From the beginning, it was them and their sister, Keira, against the world. They were born in a surprise litter between two new lovers, two free spirits who happened upon their small litter – not all that proud of such a slip-up. The parents provided for them until they were weaned, and from then on, it was mostly up to the pack to shape their young minds.

This meant that the sibling duo could only do one thing: get into as much mischief as possible. Pack adolescents and working members alike quickly got tired of their antics, but with no parental discipline, who was going to stop them? Certainly not anyone with a real say.

Only once the two of them reached adolescence themselves, would anything be done about this. Pups making a ruckus was normal, expected even. With neither of them growing out of this behavior, the alpha himself grew concerned. He pulled the young wolves aside one day for a talking-to if for nothing else than to understand why they continued to bother the entire pack with their antics.

They didn’t know how to tell him who was at real fault.

With no real answers, they were eventually put under mentorships, just to keep them busy. Mind you, it was the same task, because Nessa and Keira could not be separated. Anyone who tried to assign them individual roles would be met with an onslaught of biting.

Over time,  as Nessa grew into a rather small-sized young adult, they came to realize things about themself that didn’t make sense? At least, to other pack members. They told Keira, of course, but quickly learned to ignore these topics around other people who didn’t care. They didn’t, of course, because they should have the right to annoy everyone if they didn’t even care to address Nessa properly.

All the passive-aggressive comments and exasperated looks from their older packmates allowed Nessa to conclude that living in this pack was not worth it. This place was boring at best since no one would spend time with the ‘problem children’, and it was safe to say no one wanted them around. It was no surprise when their parents decided to leave the pack, and honestly? It wasn’t a half-bad idea.

They expressed the desire to leave with Kiera one afternoon, while they were both supposed to be working. How easy would it be to just… escape? Leave right

now to a life where they were wanted, or better yet, life on their own?

Luckily, Kiera agreed. She kept a lookout for pack scouts as the sibling duo managed to sneak past and out of the borders, keeping a path until they were surely far enough to avoid any search for the two of them.

Was that it? Would it be that easy? Well, as days passed and they found no nagging comments of passerby packmates, they figured it was easily the easiest and best decision of their life thus far.

The two of them may have had to scrape together all their effort and skill just to survive each day, but they were still able to be themselves. Nessa was able to be Nessa, authentic without fault and loved by the only wolf it mattered to. It was hard to notice how much this would change their sister for the worst, however.

Maybe it’s because Kiera was their only friend all this time, maybe it’s because their scrawny, up stuck self relied on her as an ‘older’ and more secure figure to keep them alive and loved. Either way, Kiera became a shell of her former self. A previously chaotic and lovable girl became practical and cold; almost as if they were becoming a parent. Nessa didn’t realize until it was too late.

It felt like a blur, trying to process what exactly happened. They were in the middle of finding scraps of food or bedding to help them through the impending winter, while Kiera would go out to hunt. Nearly a whole day later, she hadn’t returned home yet. Even if she was out on some impulse date, she would’ve returned after a few hours. Where was she?

Nessa had to brave the snow in search of her, the scent bare and hidden. When she was finally found, it wasn’t hard to piece together what happened.

There was no way she was… still alive, not after all this time out in the snow. Nessa approached her, holding a sliver of hope that she was still holding on… a sliver of hope would not be enough.

No doubt, Nessa had no idea what to do now. All their life, Kiera was right there. And now she was gone. The best they could do now is try to piece themself together and pick up where Kiera left off. Where they had relied on her too much.

After burying her body, Nessa felt… empty, for a while. Learning effective ways to hunt for themself would not hide the agonizing pit in their stomach that they were alone now. Truly alone.

Half a year would pretty much go by when they finally came close to land with other wolf packs. The land itself was… questionable, to say the least, but something about the scent pulled them closer. The scent of other wolves, of a vaguely familiar scent, of someone. Whatever exactly it was that pulled them closer, they weren’t turning away this chance. Not for anything.

## Trivia

* Nessa doesn’t tend to mind gendered terms but has an odd preference for feminine terms.
* They used to visit and play with their cousins as a pup, but are completely unaware of what has happened to them or where they are now (other than Ilan, of course).
* Their facial expressions tend to range from two varied expressions; either 'huge evil grin' or 'resting bitch face'.
* Finding twigs and bugs in Nessa's fur will be very, very common.
* As active and involved socially as they can be, they have a personal gripe against singing and dancing, unless dragged into it by friends.
* Often gives nicknames to anyone they don't know/don't care to know further, to keep a distance between them.
* Nessa is not an often aggravated fighter, however, will bite in the right situations.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
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