Citrine

Beryl (Brother)

Sunseeker (Half-Brother)

## Application Sheet

Citrine was a rusty-colored she-wolf with steel blue eyes. She was born in the pack of Hintertomb, where she lived with brother Beryl and half-brother Sunseeker, who she reunited with after the pack entered the Domain. Her story is just beginning. Citrine was created and RP'd by PaperElk.

## Personality

* ***Bubbly, Personable, and Intelligent.*** Trained to be a diplomat and with the hopes to someday be the one to chart the passageways for her packmates, luck would have it that Citrine was already a bubbly, well rounded wolf in terms of socialization. She is incredibly easy to talk to and isn't ruffled by bumps in the conversation - those are simple enough to smooth out with a bit of empathy and a good laugh. She is fairly smart, often coming up with different unique and creative solutions to problems to help the Tomb and her friends, eager to toss her hat in the ring if someone has a puzzle to solve.
* ***People-Pleaser, and Hopeful.*** While Citrine is fully capable of doing things for herself, she derives a certain kind of pleasure from being praised, and will work herself to the bone simply to be called upon in such a way. Hope, while good in certain situations, can also be a double edged sword - part of her wonders... *hopes* that her parents, long lost under the rubble, can someday be retrieved.
* ***Nervous, Self-Conscious, and Cautious.*** On the other hand, since coming across the scene of the South-Point collapse, Citrine is much more jumpy than she previously had been, cautious about entering the new dens and frightful at the sound of shifting stone. She might not have been there for the event, but clearly the disaster struck her to her core, and the former Iris isn't able to shake the feelings of guilt - she should have been there to help. A little self conscious about that point, she harbours some uneasy feelings about the whole situation. Had she been a higher rank, had she been able to tunnel herself... would things have been different? And after all this... she isn't about to let her loved ones out of her sight without worry.

## Pre-Group History

Citrine was sure of two things from a very young age. One; the Great One's presence permeated the world. And two; they needed that tie to be severed.

Born alongside her littermate Beryl and later joined by their younger half-brother Sunseeker, Citrine was never without friends, even before the trio had more solidly stepped out into the world. Despite the slighty age difference, Citrine and Beryl adored the little fuzzball who was quickly accepted as though he had been there all along without so much as a blink from either of them.

Training under high ranked wolves was something Citrine took very seriously, obviously very eager to please both the alpha and her parents, and honestly (though she'd never admit it) herself. It was good to be in high regards of others, but she wanted to do well to show herself that she had it in her to be the best.

Despite all her training, the fear of the Great One's her mother imposed on her was not lost. Her eagerness to please, the praise - it kept those fears at bay. If she could be better, be faster, be *smarter,* maybe one day she could help free them from

Her brother, on the other hand... She never admonished his more restless nature, but part of her wished he would focus more on his duties and training. She would never say she was embarrassed of him - far from it - but a small voice in her head worried he'd do something to compromise their father's potential position on the Choir.

She loved their friends as much as he did, but she was quick to leave for more training should she be called, her orders occasionally coming from the Choir, though this was sometimes at the cost of cancelled plans and crestfallen faces. It wasn't that she *wanted* to break her promises, but the Tomb needed capable paws, and she would be the most capable she could be.

But months passed and nothing untoward happened, and while she watched as Beryl and Inkeri's little side glances turned into more outward signs of affection, she took more to her work. They were adults now, and while her friends were settling into their roles (and hearts) she would do the same, following in her father's pawsteps as he lead them to far away lands on diplomatic meetings. They were a bore, mostly, but the intrigue of seeing new places and new wolves was always a treat, and the praise she received from her Choir hopeful father was enough to keep her head high and paws steady even in the presence of the more unseemly wolves they visited.

Maybe it was luck that she was away on the day of the collapse. Maybe part of her wishes she hadn't been. Maybe a small voice in her head screamed and cried and begged for her to be the one under those rocks instead, but to no avail. By the time she returned home, much later than anticipated, the collapse had settled, and most of the pack had moved on, only a small few staying behind to help others from the debris.

To say she launched in to help would be an understatement.

For days, weeks, she stayed, even after most others had moved on, clearing rocks and moving what she could, but finally, when no one else answered from beneath the stone, it was time to go...

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