Ori Chime

Stillborn Sons (NPCs)

Calder and Barse (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Ori Chime was a pale she-wolf with taupe-colored accents. She was raised in Highvalley (OOC) but her time in the Domain "officially" started when she set off on her own, bidding friends like Ava farewell. After tragedies, she started her life anew in Vale. When Loki moved the pack to new lands, she became a loner, and during this time, she discovered two orphaned mountain lion cubs: Oscar and Everyn. She became their mother, and when they had grown, Ori set her paws on the path to Aryn. She became extremely close to the Lady of Aryn, Cassandra, and when she went missing in a flood, Ori Chime set off to try finding her, and hasn't been seen in the Domain since. Ori was created and RP'd by Celtic-Barbarian.

## Personality

* ***Composed and Stoic.*** Ori has an air of composure to her form, the way she talks, walks and acts around others is clearly thanks to her upbringing in Highvallian's social circle. It is as if though she knows how to act around others, treats others as equals despite where their bloodline may fall in the scheme of life. However, her face rarely forms something that sends warmth down others spines- other than in the shadows, and that is a smile. Her emotion is something she has castaway, and Ori has gone under an abundance of strain in her young life so far. Her emotions are locked away within the broken cracks that is of her heart, that pounds behind a barrier of toxicity. That she herself has created.
* ***Regal and Modest.*** As composed as she is, she has a high blood air about her. The way she walks, holds herself is easily noticeable. It is not that she sees above of others, it is the opposite, but she has been taught that appearance is importance. So down to being taught by older wolves, she ensure that her posture, the way she speaks is of great respect. Never fidgeting with actions or tripping over her words when around others. Ori is modest, knowing she has grace and perhaps looks however means very little to her. What matters truly is the effort a wolf puts into their daily lives, how they treat others, how they interact with the life around them. She accepts complements, but doesn't allow them to cause her to grow egotistic.
* ***Bitter, but Gentle and Kind.*** There is an underlying taste of bitterness to Ori, as though she is hiding some dark secret that has caused her blood to taste that of the poison of the most venomous snake. However her bitterness, is self directed, often thinking about herself lowly. Second judging her actions. She does not however, allow this bitter thinking to reflect on how she treats others as she hopes that by treating others with kindness, she can someday get out of her pity-party, and feel like a 'normal' wolf again.
* ***Fearless Leader.*** Something that has been a growing strength for the pale female, is her fearless attitude. Being a young pup when she rallied her older packmates into joining High Valley's rank, despite what it may have led to, is one of her shining moments of fearless leadership- even as a young pup. She looks to the future for possibilities, the possibility that life will continue to get better. His fearless attitude typically erupts in times of need, or if lives of those young or old are in danger.
* ***Loyal but Secretive.*** Ori is undoubtedly Loyal, especially to Vale. Who took her in when her spirit was low, and her eyes dim. She has the pack to thank for her life, as she knows that if she wasn't found on that frosty spring morning, she would not be there today. Her loyalty is boundless, to the pack, friends and to who deserves loyalty. She however is secretive, perhaps a bad trait for a new member of a pack. Her tongue twists and turns, secrets spilling through her mind as she can hold back information if she seeks it to be the best action.
* ***Brittle***. Ori is like ice across a vast lake. Strong at the coldest, harshest moments, but undoubtedly bound to crack under the strains or cracks that seep to the surface.
* ***Tired, but Fiery.*** Her soul yet young, has felt as though it has been dragged across the entire domain back and fro thousands of times. Her tiredness is easily seen in her eyes, perhaps not a a physical feeling, but her words at time feel as though she has already given up an wishes to just rest the issue. She however is fiery, which clashes with her tired soul, she gets easily angered if she sees another being mistreated, used or abused. Despite her size, she won't back down, which may also be seen as stubbornness.

## Pre-Group History

The wind was howling across the raging sea, the storm angry with rippling grey dark clouds as the remainder of the Chime pack escaped the terror that lay behind them. The sound reminded Ori of an owl, who was swooping down screeching as it caught a mouse. Paws dangled as her father carried her, blue eyes focusing on the angered waters. The normal deep blue waves she had grown to love had turned into dark shapes, large and crashing. The land bridge was crumbling away as fast as the wolves crossed it, the sound of panicked breaths paired with the thundering of dozens of paws against the sand bridge caused the young pup to close her eyes sharply.

Oris’ world was changing forever, and there was nothing to be done about it.

The damage had already been done.

Many wolves fell behind them, the sound of maniacal laughter was approaching slower as the pack ran. Many wolves had been left behind, the warning signs had been there from day 1 but many had been ignored. In time there was enough distance for the pack to slow, the attackers had slowed down, no longer chasing the fleeing pack. Though staying on the land bridge, making sure that the wolves were not attempting to turn back. Her mother allowed Ori to walk, needing a break from carrying her youngest daughter in her maw.

For the first month of her life, the ocean breeze had been a welcomed guest to her senses, but was now a terrorizing monster that caused her to tremble. The young pup was unsure of what to do, what to say, as the pack walked across the water swept lands, heading towards the rugged mountains in the distance. Their snow peaks were the only hope the wolves had left.

Sickness had ravaged the wolves, dragging their senses down, until half of the pack had perished under the moon’s watchful gaze. The shallow water stretched for miles ahead. Ori and her siblings curled up on rugged rocks, as their parents and remaining packmates hunted. This was the majority of her memories for the first two, almost three months of her young life.

Peace, the storm, those stricken down by illness and the calm.

The calm being when they reached the mountains.

The raging of the sea was behind them, and the cool, crackling of the snowy peaks lay beneath their thin paws. The Sea 'born' wolves, were unused to the frosted earth, as they made their way down the peak, in search of a new heaven. The journey through the unforgiving terrain into the wonderful sights, they soon found to be known as High Valley. The wolves, exhausted, an unsure of their next movements decided it would be best to rest up.

Unlike her parents, Ori and her brothers' adored the snow, despite the coldness and played in the Earth's wonderful creation. The sound of the crackling snow beneath her paws, caused the young pup to wonder what else they had missed by being so close to the sea. The salty sea breeze scent of her pelt had remained, despite the greatest attempts made to create it leave from the harsh winter winds.

It was Ori who spotted one of High Valleys’ patrols, at the same time the patrol spotted the exhausted group. The straggling Chime members were taken pity on, as Ori’s mother announced her bloodline, being the only thing that gave them a chance at getting to Highvalley's camp to rest. The council discussed their next move. Fear broke out among the elders, as they were unwilling to go near the pack, wanting to just move away from this territory.

Her parents, from Alphas to Omegas accepted their rank and new home. As did Ori, her brothers and the elders. But the young adults were disgusted their alpha's didn't ask for better ranks, and turned their noses from High Valley and left the borders, with the help of some young HighVallian's on their tails.

Highvalley was far different from her birth pack across the sea, and it held a new set of laws for the young female to get her head around. Ori and her brothers were still pups, so they were not given ranks, unlike their parents who were on top then shoved to  the bottom. But the thankful wolves happily took their rank as Omega's, wanting to hunt to provide for the pack that took them in for refuge after their lowest.

Ori befriended several of the highbloods, after their pack was acknowledged by the domain packs, she was seen as a 'highblood', something that puzzled her mind. She noticed the divide between high blooded wolves and low blooded ones rather quickly, causing the young female to be quite frazzled, and unlike her brothers who seemingly obeyed this silent rule- she broke it and played with those of lower bloodlines. Blood meant nothing to her, and she didn't understand why some saw themselves better than others.

They were all wolves after all.

It was Oris’ mother who was the first to die out of the small family, a sickness untreatable claimed her beauty first but not her spirit. Her fur began to thin, as her hunger vanished soon followed by her energy. The life vanished from Maystones’ vision, as Ori and her brothers cried for their mother, their father too broken to know how to handle the loss of his mate. Not long after, Calder and Barse too passed on, deemed a genetic issue that both brothers shared. Ori was watched carefully for many months following the passing of her mother and brothers, but she was flourishing well under the watchful eye of her new packmates. Though her father was faltering and a divide of silence began to build between father and daughter. A bond once so strong had been tattered by death.

Despite no longer seeming to be cared for by her father, Ori didn't allow this to bother her, at least on the outside and continued with her duties. She was no longer a pup and needed to grow up to help her pack, and this was something she was happy to do. It wasn't long before she had befriended, and some she was frenemies with, some being the royals' themselves. She had grown close with Ava over time, one of her only true friends in High Valley.

Training was easy for her, at least because of the harshness of a few months ago, death and sorrow, it made it easier to focus everything on training. Despite this, she also enjoyed running- often asking those around her age to come with her for racing, as she enjoyed stretching her legs but also having fun with her friends. It was a good balance but nothing good lasts for Ori, it seems.

It wasn't long before the restlessness had grown inside Ori, having felt like the borders of Highvalley were driving her insane. The rules felt like a trap and the daily tasks straining and draining her of energy, and she wanted out. Having informed Rodwen, and planning to leave further that week, the only thing left for her was saying goodbye.. Something that was insanely hard for Ori to do, as goodbye's were absolutely painful for her to deal with and to do.

So one by one, she had a final race with her friends, before saying goodbye to Ava last. Her dearest friend, before she turned to head off. Having not planned to turn around, the sound of howls behind her had confused her, causing her to look back. Her friends had gathered on the cliff face that had faced her direction, and her heart grew in pain but also warmth, and one final group howl had been the last memory she had of Highvalley before she rushed away, leaping and bounding across the mountain to ensure a good enough distance had formed.

Ori had a relationship with a loner, Dean, a cruel hearted male who tricked the kind and soft hearted pale ex-Highvallian. Their relationship turned abusive fast, with no warning, and Ori felt  trapped once again. Though her time to escape came when she realised she was pregnant, those six months felt like years but she managed to finally gather the confidence to escape him when the forest their den was situated in caught up in flames. A wildfire spread fast and far, and it gave Ori the opportunity to escape, though Dean chased her. The male was eventually killed by a falling burning tree, Ori ignored his yells for help. Instead fled, far from where those dark times for her were.

The stress of the escape, and the fear of Dean having not died but was just wounded and was looking for her was enough for Ori to miscarry. Her sons were buried near the Southern Gate that led into Vales’ territory, unknowing she was so close to packland, the pale wolfess began to grieve. Though it wasn’t long before Ori was located by Quinn, the ever growing grief swallowed her soul, as he led her to Vale. Snow clumping around her paws, as the winds howled, his soft worried eyes almost bore through the female as she slowly walked beside him. Her mind was racing, negative thoughts whispering as the wolves of Vale came into view. The pale wolf looked at her to be pack-mates, a mix of curiosity and wariness lingered in their eyes as she was led by the Beta.

Her eyes had fallen on the rustic tones of Loki, the alpha, leader of Vale. His vibrant green eyes bore into her like a poison, watching her solemn face as though it would crack and allow her secrets to pour through, but she remained as silent and regal as ever. Details of her life, her journey- she had left them out and had asked.. no begged,  Quinn to bite his tongue of how they had met, for now, giving a vague idea of how she had come to be near the packs territory and why she wished to be a part of the pack.

She needed to move on, to live, to breathe once again.

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