Seven

Kris'tran (Adoptive Father)

Loki and Cody (Half-Brothers)

Four (Brother, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Seven was an auburn-and-cream-furred she-wolf with bright blue eyes. She was born outside of the Domain, a younger sister to Loki and Cody. She found a place in Aryn, with adoptive father, Kris'tran. She was a Theta Courser, who served her pack loyally, until she and her best friend, Lazarus, were lost in a blizzard, and never seen again. She was designed by Wildfire-Tama, and created and RP'd by FaIIenShadows.

## Personality

* ***Gentle, Altruistic, and Empathetic.*** Taking heavily after her father, Seven has always been very passive in nature and tends to appreciate the little things. She has a calming presence and is slow to anger. Compassionate and empathetic, she would be the type to offer emotional support rather than verbal advice. Although she is reasonably social, and genuinely enjoys the company of her friends, she is very soft-spoken and prefers to listen instead of speak. She treats her friends as if they were her family, and will do almost anything for those she loves. Often blinded by her altruistic outlook, she is easily manipulated and finds it very difficult to speak out for herself or speak ill of others.
* ***Maternal, Trustworthy, Spirited, and Artistic.*** She cares very deeply, often devoting enormous amounts of time and energy into her duties with an ultimate goal of tending to her pack. She has a questionable sense of self-wolf and often overcompensates by heavily burdening herself, working until exhaustion. She has very high expectations of herself, and frequently feels guilty and unworthy in the face of failure. She is outwardly very friendly and warm, and finds great pleasure in meeting new faces. She feels energized when surrounded by her loved ones and feels a deep sense of responsibility for the young and inexperienced. She is a natural teacher and will volunteer to run training sessions for the youth between hunts and patrols. Seven finds a great sense of fulfillment when among children, appreciating the simplicity to their thoughts and the potential they have to grow and learn.
* ***Submissive and Avoiding.*** Submissive and obedient, Seven is certainly more of a follower rather than a leader. She is easily intimidated, and has a tendency to avoid confrontation altogether. She hold a huge amount of respect for her superiors and elders, treating them accordingly. Believing all life has value, she is very accepting of others, regardless of their circumstances. She has a natural distaste for violence, and despite her occupation, takes little joy in killing, always thanking the One at the end of every successful hunt.
* ***Fragile.*** Frail and emotionally unsteady at times, Seven is easily overwhelmed and often has to remove herself from overly stimulating environments. Suffering from PTSD, she is easily upset by sudden loud noises or flashes of light. She is heavily dependent on her family and close friends and doesn't do well in solitary situations.

## Pre-Group History

Seven's mother, Jade has a difficult start in life. Her parents were inexperienced rogues, who cared little and often took their frustrations out on each other and their young children. From her childhood to early adulthood, Jade was a drifter. Fearing commitment, she would hang around for a time before vanishing into thin air. During her travels she would often get into it with a multitude of different males, desperate to find that love she was so terribly deprived of. However, none of her relationships seemed to last and as she aged and travelled, she found herself spiraling into depression. Although unexpected, her first litter provided Jade with her first ray of happiness. Her children made her feel wanted, *needed.* They *depended* on her.

During their youngest days, Jade began to notice the presence of a stranger; Tyro, a traveller from the West. Although wary, she found herself intrigued, often sneaking away whilst her sons slept to meet with him. A sense of contentment rested over her...although it did not last. As her sons grew and started showing signs of independence, Jade felt those old insecurities begin to rise in her stomach. Soon her children would no longer need her, and they would leave. *Just like everyone else. She would be alone again.*

*She couldn't survive another loss...no, she couldn't be alone again.*

Attacked by an overwhelming sense of terror, Jade did the unthinkable, abandoning her two young sons and fleeing to the only console she knew. When she finally managed to track Tyro down, Jade was manic. She relayed a tale of horror, declaring a fox had broken into her den whilst she was away and snatched her precious boys. Tyro worked to soothe the hysterical female, convincing her to leave such terrible memories behind.

He was never told the truth...that her two sons were still waiting in that snowy winter den for their mother to return from her hunting trip.

Jade found a companion in Tyro she had never once before experienced. He was strong and kind, with a gentle heart. Their relationship was a quick-burn, resulting in a litter mere months after the tragic loss of her first. Weak from traveling and malnourished, it was a difficult pregnancy and a long, painful labour resulting in the birth of two, rather small pups. One female and one male.

S*hiloh and Four.*

Despite her petite birth-weight, Shiloh showed strength. She fed well and was growing rapidly. Her brother's progress, however, was far less encouraging. Originally thought to be stillborn, he was sickly and failed to nurse properly. Every day seemed to be a struggle, and on his seventh day of life, the tiny child gave up the fight. Although too young to fully understand the concept of death, Shiloh was observant enough to grasp its impact.

Her son's death completely shattered Jade. She fell victim to a fierce relapse, barely finding the strength to take the short walk to the river for water. It wasn't until she reached her first month that Seven began to fully understand the depth of her parent's sadness. But she didn't want her brother's memory to be tainted with grief, but rather, with honor and love. It was in that moment that she requested her name to be changed as a symbol that would never be forgotten.

*Seven.* *In honor of those precious days we shared.*

Seven's childhood was somewhat ordinary. She had forged an inseparable bond with her father, following him about everywhere and listening eagerly to his tales of the land beyond their little clearing. Her days were filled with romps in the fields and practice hunts on the moors. But despite those quiet joys, she couldn't ignore the tension that was growing between her parents. Jade had deteriorated rapidly in the months following their sons passing. Although Tyro had worked tirelessly to mend her spirits, she had little reason to adhere.

He was beginning to feel impatient, angered that she only seemed to focus on the son that had died, rather than the daughter that had lived.  Eventually, both snapped, and a heated argument broke out in which Jade admitted to abandoning her first litter all those moons ago.

This revelation shook Tyro terribly. He could not understand what would prompt a mother to take such drastic action...it was unthinkable! It was s*elfish.* It was *cruel.* How could one lie about the death of her children? How could she leave them for.....Suddenly he felt sick to the stomach.

She had left them for *him.*

Stricken, betrayed and terrified all at once, Tyro could think of nothing else but to snatch his remaining daughter and flee into the wilderness. Seven had been scared by her father's brashness, begging him to explain. However, it wasn't until he collapsed from exhaustion that he dared give reason. A tsunami of emotions threatened to overwhelm her; what did this mean for them? What about her mother? Did that mean that she didn't care for her? Why would a mother abandon her children if she cared for them? Did she not love them? *Where they not worthy?* Did that mean she *wasn't* alone as she had always thought?

*Do I still have a brother out there?*

Although unable to answer her questions, Tyro was the only family that she had now. They relied on each other, supported one another. The pair never stayed in one area for more than a couple of weeks, and the constant traveling gave the young female lean muscles and a strong heart. At first, Seven believed they had no destination, that they were simply going where the earth took them. But when she confronted her father, he voiced his true intentions. They weren't just aimlessly wandering. They were *searching.*

The days with Tyro seemed to float past, the stresses of their departure melting away in the solitude. The pair got on famously, her father taking special precaution in teaching her the basic survival skills. As she aged, her young legs began to lengthen. She was lithe and authentic and sported fierce potential.  Their search for Jade's son's was relentless, taking them across vast moors, thick forests and high mountains. The youngster grew tired quickly, but shared in her father's ambition. The guilt tore at Tyro's insides. It was *his fault.* He *had* to find them. He *had to reconcile.*

***It was his fault.***

Seven admired his persistence and quickly adopted his unrelenting determination. They would do this together. They would find her brother's *together.*

The storm had taken both travelers by surprise. Suddenly the earth became dark. Lightning shattered the blackness in violent pulses as rain hammered into their faces, filling their mouths and running into their eyes. Disorientated and exhausted, the pair attempted to navigate to safety but were completely and utterly lost in the chaos. She couldn't remember the exact moment Tyro's flank had vanished from her side, but she could recall the panic that rose like bile in her throat. Her paws flashed out from beneath her, his name screaming from her lips in desperation. But it was no use. The noise was excruciating, the light blinding and the horror began to build and build. Crouching in the mud, Seven pulled her limbs in close, paws desperately covering her face in an attempt to block out the mayhem.

Perhaps she had fallen asleep...the youth couldn't remember. All she could recall was the softest of voices breaking through the haze. Seven peered up at the stranger through bleary eyes, but her voice was little more than a cracked whimper. Her limbs were soaked through and as rigid as wood. She couldn't move...and even if she could, she doubted she would have the energy. At first she wondered if it were her father...he had the same soft eyes...maybe he was just muddy....maybe....The gentle prodding of his nose against her fur and soothing words in her ears calmed her thudding heart. Then her weight lifted from the ground and she was moving.

The earth seemed to move by in waves of violet and pink....the sun was setting...or rising, she couldn't tell. She could hear the sound of his paws against the sodden earth, the scent of many touched her nose, but before she could query any further, her consciousness slipped. Just as darkness began to close in, the gentlest of words brushed against her face, *Welcome to Aryn.*

## Group History

Although understandably withdrawn, Seven was surprisingly eager to introduce herself to the Arynians. All were very welcoming, especially the wolves of her own age, the first being Kane and the Alphas' sons, Lazarus and Raphael (their sister Teva was quite rude). She'd meet others like Valencia.

The Arynians said they had searched for her father in the surrounding territory but had found no sign of him. The heavy rains had washed all trace. As the days grew into weeks, the young female began to loose hope that she would see him again. Kris'tran was quick to become her father figure, for all intents and purposes. He was gentle, wise and soft-spoken, and Seven adored him. Her friendships began to strengthen as she aged, and eventually the young female took on a task in the pack, solidifying her place. This may not have been Tyro's intended destination, but it was *home.*

Lazarus was quick to avert her attentions elsewhere, being the first to give her an official tour of the territory. She had marvelous fun in the young Ranger's company, feeling as though she could be herself. Carefree. Her training progressed well, her father's faith in her abilities proving true. But despite her new life, she had a task that was yet to be completed. She felt obligated to continue Tyros' mission. To find Cody and Loki.

As the earth tipped and summer returned to the lands, Seven grew among her pack and family, bonding with her friends; family. Her friendships with Kane, Leto and Raphael continued to grow in strength, and Seven felt herself begin to put down strong roots. One friendship in particular developed immensely as the months stretched on; Lazarus. He and Seven had connected almost immediately, and the auburn female felt drawn to him, his optimistic and free nature was as alluring as it was intriguing. The pair took a trip down the river, a lazy afternoon which quickly turned as the river split into rapids. Thrown off course, the two young wolves took advantage of the freedom, and explored outside Aryn's borders, trekking all the way to Blutwald's abandoned territory. Unfortunately, as the pair reached their destination, a huge summer storm rolled in. Both took shelter in a small cave, but to Seven's horror, the thunder and lightning got awakened crippling memories. She was thrown into a terrible panic attack, fleeing the cave in her distress. It took Lazarus's coaxing to bring her back, and the pair waited out the storm in silence.

Seven slowly began to realize how grateful she was to her friend, his company bringing so much comfort in her stress. She was guilt-stricken at having put him through such a situation, but the fact that he offered his friendship meant the world to her. The two managed to push it all behind them and safely returned home to Aryn, a little warier and a little wiser.

Upon her arrival home, Seven would see a wolf who looked...*just like her mother.* She couldn't help but say her mother's name, and the wolf turned, asking how she knew Jade. Realizing this was her brother, Cody, Seven explained the situation...and how she'd believed her brothers to be dead. Cody told her he couldn't stay, he was looking for his friend Vaiyalhi, but Seven told him she hoped to see him again.

Slowly the summer began to lose its grip, and the cooler breeze returned once more. The scent of the mountains wreathed around them, and the leaves turned from green to auburn, to brown. Autumn was in full swing, and the prey was beginning to migrate to the warmer grounds. Seven had trained hard, and as she transitioned from a Juvenile into her young adult years, she successfully achieved her rank as a fully fledged Courser.

However, a terrible darkness was heading for the Domain. During a hunting trip, the ground suddenly began to shake, so violently that it opened like the mouth of a monstrous beast. Trees and territories were swallowed instantly and the land buckled and shifted. Terrified, Seven took shelter, watching as the trees trembled and the earth groaned. Finally when the earthquake subsided, she emerged from her place, and raced back to the den. The majority of the pack were safe, shaken but safe.

All but one.

Panic settled in the females chest as she realized Kris was no-where to be seen. Twisting on her hind-legs, she pelted back into the territory, seeking out her father's pelt. But when she finally came across him, her relief was short lived. Gripped by an unknown sickness, worsened by the disaster, Kris'tran fell at her paws, passing away before Seven could go for help. Devastation crashed down like a wave, and the female collapsed inwards, torrents of grieve making every step harder than the last until she was unsure she could go on. It was then that Athena stepped in. Lazarus's mother, and her Alpha met her with kindness and compassion. She spoke knowingly, relating to the young one's grief and offering her comfort. That time would make things better.

And it did. Seven found that although the pain was still there, it dulled as the weeks stretched on, and she began to value her relationships even more. Treasuring every moment she had with them. Her friendship with Lazarus began to blossom in something more, and Seven felt happiness growing within her again. No matter the hardships to come, Aryn...her family, would always help her through.

She continued to grow familiar with her packmates, branching out from her childhood squad, meeting wolves like Raghaalr, Hani (who, with Seven and Kane, formed the 'snuggle squad'), Echo, and Taras. She'd even meet some...*other* creatures. Seven and Raphael took care of an injured cougar that they found in Aryn lands, until it was recovered enough to leave - most of their packmates would have been horrified that they chose to save such a dangerous creature, but Seven had strong motherly instincts for the injured. That might also be why she was keen to entertain Kane's younger sister Julia when she was bored.

She'd gain another female friend her age in Eden. The two wolves would enjoy hanging out at the Firewater Flats. She rose in the ranks, becoming a Theta Courser, and thus, one of the highest-ranking hunters in the pack (of course, she still deferred to the older Coursers, like Hani and Lawson). Seven and Lawson would narrowly escape death by angry moose one day, but fortunately, Seven's quick thinking saved them both.

Seven would sometimes visit her brother Loki in Vale, though it was difficult during the Dark Ages. Once Faust had returned to the pack, though, and ousted the cruel leader, it made it easier for Seven to visit her brother. One day, she asked Lazarus to come with her to visit her brother, and when they approached the borders, they were attacked by a very hostile she-wolf. This wolf was Shenandoah - the recently deposed Princess of Vale. Filled with anger, she ripped up Lazarus's ear, but Seven and Laz managed to get away from her without worse injury. They were able to reach Loki, and then took their leave.

After their return, they were greeted by some new faces - three wolves who were looking to stay in Aryn as guests: Seraph, Heel, and Jerikoh. They were welcomed, and offered a chance to participate in a very special event: the first Hunt of a young female named Merrill.

Seven volunteered to help on the hunt. She, Eden, and Adrian would accompany Merrill and the three Honored Guests on a bison hunt. For awhile, things seemed to be going well.

But then, the Honored Guests showed their true colors. They were from Vektren, and they had a vicious agenda against Aryn. They kidnapped Merrill, flung Eden into the stampeding bison, and attacked Seven. Jerikoh knocked her down and kept Seven incapacitated long enough for Seraph to take Merrill away.

It was difficult to return with the horrible news. She helped Eden back, and she collapsed into Kane, while Lazarus came to Seven's side and offered her some reassurance. The pack would work on getting their missing Merrill back, but it would take a long time. In the meantime, Seven needed to step up as a Courser and provide for her packmates, and try not to lose herself in grief over everything that had happened.

Lazarus tried to ignore everything that had happened, and act as though he and Seven were still just foolish juveniles. But they *weren't*, and Seven eventually snapped at him, accusing him of not caring about *anything*. She told him they were done - with whatever...whatever their relationship was.

Lazarus would leave the pack after this, and Seven would miss him, but also consider him a great coward for leaving his pack when they needed him most - in the midst of a *war.* She threw herself into her work.

Weeks passed before he eventually returned to Aryn, having been living an unhappy life as a loner. Things got *better* when Robin joined him, but he knew home was where he belonged - and his reunion with Seven was *joyous.* Seven embraced Lazarus as if they'd never thought, and even an outsider like Robin could see that there was a strong bond between the two.

Lazarus's return brought problems, though. He and Seven went out in the snow a few weeks later, and got caught up in a blizzard. Seven was concerned, and desperately asked Lazarus (a Ranger who should be keenly familiar with the territory and its surrounding land) where they were, and Laz didn't really know. The two of them hunkered down to wait out the storm...and were never seen again.

Seven and Lazarus are both reported to be happy and alive, outside of the Domain, but why they decided not to return to Aryn is unknown. They haven't returned to the Domain since. Their packmates presume them to be dead.

## Trivia

* Seven has a chronic fear of thunderstorms, or loud noises in general.
* She hates missing the sunrise and is often up early, trekking to Warden's watch to observe the gorgeous array of colors.
* Has a beautiful singing voice and often hums to self-soothe.

## Quotes

* "How dare you! We invited you into our home. Treated you like one of our own, and this is how you repay us? By attacking an innocent child?" (to Jerikoh during the kidnap, *The Kidnap*)
* *"No, Lazarus!!* It's not alright! It's *never* been alright! You act so nonchalant all the time, you don't bother to stop and think what the consequences of your actions are! But why would you? You don't *care* about the consequences anyway. You don't care about *anything!!* It's always fun and games to you. You never bother to take other's emotions into account because you're *scared* of them! Don't think I haven't noticed your little *eludes* every-time the weather turns sour. I thought friends were supposed to be there for one another through *everything*, but you are only there for the fun parts, then when things go wrong, you flee. It's always like that with you, and I'm *tired of it!*" (to Lazarus, *Done*)

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