Eirwen

Arvo (Brother, NPC)

Trina (Sister, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Eirwen was a pale cream-colored wolf with pale golden markings and warm brown eyes. He arrived in the pack of Fellfang, where his story is just beginning. Eirwen was created and RP'd by VilkasVale.

## Personality

* ***Chivalrous.*** Eirwen loves to follow the social rules of charming and befriending others and getting to intermingle. After all, what could be more fun than getting to know someone and what they're like? He finds the spectacle akin to his travels prior to joining Fellfang, treating everyone he meets as a new and wondrous place he's never been. Of course, this means regarding them as so much more, and Eirwen also tries to remember this and treat others with dignity and respect. He is one sure wolf who will have your back and ensure you get to be heard in the midst of a conversation!
* ***Enthusiastic.*** Eirwen does not like to live a quiet and drab little life, if he can help it. After all, what are the rallying of wolves and bonding together if they cannot get to know each other? Eirwen always tries to keep others best interests in mind when engaging them, and he tries to shine through as someone dependable, someone's whose passion is… contagious.
* ***Fearless.*** In times when others could not, Eirwen has found himself steady and able to do what they couldn't. Of course, he thinks and daydreams about the praise and the attention this might garnish… But, submerging himself in such thrills rushes his blood and he no longer thinks of the glory. Instead, Eirwen lives through his experiences with full passion, feeling the heat of the moment and taking on the challenge. This much can be said about his calling to hunt, especially.
* ***Absentminded.*** Sometimes, Eirwen is not as focused on the present as he should be. Of course, these times are not when he's hunting or finding the thrills in the world he sometimes craves, but more so along the lines of when he's idle… when he's, well. Bored. Of course, Eirwen is not one to push others away or treat them rudely, he just… spaces out. And sometimes, calling him back to earth may take more than a single attempt.
* ***Ceremonious.*** Sort of paw-in-paw with his charm and wit, Eirwen is courteous and formal with others, especially those he doesn't know or isn't quite familiar with. Sometimes… he also is with those he does know. Regardless of his occasional and strange hot and cold temperament, Eirwen treats wolves how he wishes to be treated, but will mirror less than desirable or lukewarm behavior in an instant.
* ***Obedient.*** Not one to break rules or even question them much (at least, not unlike healthy questioning and learning!), Eirwen accepts his place and his role, no matter where that may be. While he isn't exactly thrilled to be held in a lower regard by others, he still carries himself with style and respect. After all, he thinks himself capable of growing more and more, reaching his way up from the ground… and into the clouds that he once dreamed of touching.
* ***Indecisive.*** This or that? Decisions, decisions! Eirwen takes many things very, very seriously. Perhaps a little too serious. Eirwen's uncertainty has led him to feeling confused for quite a large part of his life, but with just the right push… perhaps, he can one day feel confident in his choices and his actions.
* ***Insecure.*** Eirwen does not feel like he fits in with many wolves. Caring about social etiquette and grooming as much as he does, as well as battling his own insecurities wear on him. It's easy to not feel the best, but Eirwen struggles with accepting mediocrity and standing out in not so flashy ways. And maybe one day, he will learn the value of loving himself.
* ***Secretive.*** It's hard to have lived in two different packs, and this weight is not easy for Eirwen sometimes. Sometimes, he just feels… different. And how could he not? Through many different experiences, Eirwen's self awareness to how individual he is to some of the others peaks more than average. Sometimes, it's just best to let old memories burn and fade out, told to no one but himself.

## Pre-Group History

Born to an older, sizeable pack, the once Damhnait lived his earliest months with his mother and father, and two siblings.

Antlewood, his home had been called.

He will never forget the lush greens that tucked himself and the other wolves away from the rest of the world, and how thick the branches and trees laced together in the canopies above.

Damhnait was in love with life, the very day his eyes had opened. From the songbird who swirled melodies down into his ears, to watching the grass dance and sweep outside of the den and all around the open world.

Life was so beautiful. Life was so fascinating. Why shouldn't he love it?

And Damhnait came to love his family as well, rounding out a healthy relationship between his siblings and following closely behind his nurturing parents. Everything was peaceful, beautiful, and just. A simple little life but he could bring himself to ask for more.

As tradition would call for it, he received his name six months into his life when he was grown and ready for the world to reveal who he was. It was time to grow and strengthen the pack once more, and Damhnait eagerly lent his paws.

A certain level of practiced respect and appreciation for all creatures around him brought Damhnait the opportunity to grow as a hunter.

He listened with bright eyes and an inspired, glowing soul as the other fully grown wolves around him thanked the earth for their meals. Their words seemed to make the meat taste that much better.

Damhnait wanted to be capable of such magic, too.

And so he learned, passed around from hunter to hunter. Damhnait was among the first of his siblings, the first of any of the youths in Antlewood, to greet the day. He'd go with them, learning different techniques and picking up on how to feel the earth in such a way he'd never before.

Damhnait had not admittedly been the best at first… but the unity in the hunt and the thrill of what it brought inspired him to aim higher and higher each time.

At first, along the way of these morning treks, the young pup studied the smaller lives all around him. Birds. Rabbits. And even the occasion field mouse. But something sparked inside of him, something raw and something ancient, when he had seen his very first deer.

The creature was every bit magnificent as he could have imagined it to be.

Damhnait fell in love with the beasts, always opting to explore the fields that they traveled and studying their antlers. Sometimes, he would catch sight of their hoof prints in the earth… and sigh, placing his own tiny paws from where they once came.

Sometimes, he would tell the others of how he might like to be one. They would laugh, or find such a whimsical statement endearing.

Damhnait had meant it with his soul.

The time came, when all young wolves who had shown interest to leave were encouraged to do so. Antlewood was flourishing, safer than it had ever been… and so, Damhnait found himself growing up and away. Leaving home would not be easy, but… the wolves spoke of another pack. One which might serve his interests best.

And he made his way towards Fellfang.

## Trivia

* One of Eirwen's dreams is to learn how to dance one day… since he had learnt in a cruel way that wolves cannot.
* Growing up in a pack better off than some, Eirwen was able to make the most of his earlier youth by learning about stories and songs from his home.
* One of Antlewood's notable traditions had been to relay past stories and events in the form of song. This endlessly fascinated Eirwen, though he would come to understand that his true calling would be to hunt.
* He is the youngest of his two other siblings.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* VilkasVale's deviantART Gallery