Rowan

Styrmir and Elding (Brothers, NPCs)

Fala (Sister, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Rowan was a dark gray male wolf with dark blue-gray eyes. He arrived in the Domain in the midst of the Hive Wars, setting his paws on a path to Chandor. He stayed there for a time, before ultimately deciding to leave the Domain at the end of the Hive Wars. Rowan was created and RP'd by SpindleMyth.

## Personality

* ***Virtuous, Empathetic, and Deferential.*** Much like the storms he so loves to watch, his quiet and aloof nature hides the capabilities and potential of his character. Devoting himself toward being what is needed of him, Rowan has always strived to try his best. From a young age, and from the gentle teachings of his mother, he shows respect to all walks of life and doesn't take more than he needs. Raising his sister taught him many things, that not all things were perpetual, to forgive and live for better days. Above all he sticks to the moral of just being, and values the opinions of those he loves and protects. When they hurt, he hurts.
* ***Solemn, Mild, and Simple.*** A contributing wolf, and a dependable wolf, Rowan wants for nothing other than to be accepted as he is. And who he was, he'd never tell. Though he is one riddled with a serious and careful demeanor, he is slow to anger, and will often turn the conversation away from him if he can help it. Knowing the cost of sickness and war, he prides himself in keeping a level head, and a sharpness of sense. He asks for very little other than simplicity of life, and those small moments of solitude and privacy.
* ***Grim, Guarded, and Head-Strong.*** But even he would claim no innocence for the darker parts of him, it does him little good to deny that they're there. Years of following in the paw steps of his brothers, laying aside his own needs and constantly being on the move have made it hard for him to see the hope in settling down, favoring the bitterness of life instead. And because of this he is careful to form long lasting connections. Though he has little to say, and actions speak louder than words, he won't stop until the work is done, and he certainly won't admit to being wrong.

## Pre-Group History

He wasn’t an extraordinary wolf. There was no story to tell, nor a big adventure to trek for his life’s purpose. He only held firm to himself through the ever changing winds, and wanted for very little; except maybe, for peace. To simply live.

But it all began in distant lands where there was a pack. Hidden in the mists, deep in the heart of a mysterious land, an ancient pack lay nestled in a forest by the sea. By many it was called The Wraithwood, and by some it was simply known as home to the proud wolves that lived there. It was here where his life would begin. Last born of three, the dark wolfling huddled for warmth with his brothers. Deaf to the hymn his mother sang softly, welcoming her children and unbothered by the storm raging outside, he slept soundly curled by her side. Only when lightning danced across the sky, striking an old tree, She named him. Rowan.

Raised upon the sand dunes of the shores, or running through the old pine forests, his childhood remained uneventful. Long summer days would find him brawling with his brothers more often than not, Rowan's training began at the turning of his sixth moon. It would not be until his first winter where everything would begin to change. The bite of an early season frost gave way to the first fall of snowflakes. His mother had grown ill. And having taken to residing close by the she-wolf, Rowan spent most of his time in the healer's den with her.

It remained this way until spring, when his mothers quiet command for fresh air would finally win out for the young wolf. The waves crashed against the shores as the young he-wolf ventured out, having been coaxed out by his brothers, Rowan would feel a sense of relief as his paws stretched out in front of him, running, wading through the shallows. Although his merriment would not last with a misstep, and sand washing out from under paw, the undertow of the waves caught him. Battered against the rocks, the fur being scraped away and having no recollection of the accident, Rowan awoke to a promise. The three brothers grew inseparable, their love for each other stronger than before.

A year passed. Having long since grown from the awkwardness of childhood, Rowan was nearing the end of his training. Introduced into the position of a healer, he excelled at the task with each day, his knowledge growing. And all was great until the blood moon shone large and brilliant over the treetops one evening, its coppery hue an omen sent by their gods to the wolves below. Fear gripped them, for they knew. The changing of the weather brought a raise to sea levels, the flood came after, its waters bringing destruction and disease, wiping out most of the prey in its wake. Many died from the sickness, their bodies withered and weak from famine. Rowan's mother was one of them. Her body had not taken well to an unexpected pregnancy, she simply fell asleep after giving birth to a single pup, and never woke up.

Grief stricken because of her death, he found himself in a difficult place. With not enough resources to heal, and having the burden of wondering what to do concerning his new little sister, the dark wolf was at a loss. Resentment began to fester where respect for his father had once been, so much so that the two often lashed out at one another. Rowan didn’t understand why, and his father was unwilling to see reason, to see Rowan as equals. All he could do was take on a shared role with his brothers being a father figure for their sister, and carry out his duties. But on the eve of his third winter, Rowan and his brothers began to plot an idea. Late into the night with his sister curled beside him, they spoke of leaving. The pack was falling into disrepair, and with the signs of war on the borders, there was nothing left for them here. He made his preparations and under a new moon, he left with them, a trail of blood following behind him. The Wraithwood would fall to ruin.

There would be nothing but the unknown ahead, and a life worth forgetting behind. Rowan could finally breathe in a sense of freedom. Nomads he would come to affectionately call their little family band, watching it grow, accepting those in, that were lost like they were. They moved with the seasons, the landscapes, staying high in the mountains during the hot summers, and by the sea in long winters. Venturing further then before. His brothers took mates, and fathered children of their own. And while the band expanded, Fala remained a constant in his life, racing him on the shores, playing hide and seek in fields of green and listening to his stories under the moon. Then she grew, wanting for more than what the nomadic life could give. Stability and a sense of responsibility. And while it would hurt him to watch her go, Rowan agreed. His brother's visions of knowing what was out there had faded long ago. So Fala left, and soon after so did he. In the years following, he roamed where he wished, and lived for himself.

The storm came, a particularly violent one that tore across these strange lands that Rowan found himself in. Through the howling wind, rain whipping his face, his misjudgment in step would be what cost him. Dazed from the fall and wounded, Rowan collapsed on the borders of an unfamiliar pack, and in this pack there would be even more unfamiliar wolves that would find him.

## Group History

He arrived in Chandor, wounded after fighting the Hive. His injuries were tended to and he started to recover. Unfortunately, Rowan didn't have long to adapt to life in the pack, before they were chased from their home by the Hive. They sought refuge in Aryn, where Lady Cassandra welcomed them all. His wounds were treated by Sunrise, and Selena caught his attention - the alpha's daughter.

After the battle had ended, Rowan was sent with a group of his packmates to determine the state of their home after being chased from it by the Hive. Along with a wary Rowan, the scouting party included Ataw, Jura, Icicle, Naiteru Kiri, and Logos. Fortunately, the group didn't happen across any living Hive wolves. They had left the territory.

In Chandor's lands once again, Rowan set about helping his packmates with their tasks, and cleaning up the territory after it was savaged by the Hive. He hardly took the time to sit and relax; it was hard to do in the midst of a war. However, he appreciated the beauty of his new territory as the season shifted from summer to autumn. The leaves were stunningly beautiful.

With the arrival of autumn came word from Chandor's allies: the Hive's Queen had been located. Wolves of all packs were called upon to fight, to eradicate these lands of the white menace. And Rowan wasn't a coward...but he wasn't ready to lay down his life for these wolves he barely knew. It is unknown what happened to Rowan, save that he did not return to Chandor after the battle. His fate remains unknown, but he has never been seen again.

## Trivia

* He fears water not only because of his close call, but for its destructive behavior from the flood.
* Though he might not closely follow The Wraithwoods belief systems much anymore, there are still one or two superstitions he acknowledges. Blood moons and the elements.
* Because of his trauma with being thrown against the rocks, and the sensitivity of those scars Rowan absolutely hates his back being touched.
* Will twist feathers, small pieces of driftwood and dried grass in his mane and tail.
* During the Summer months one will find him spending most of his time in the shade.
* Received his facial scarring during a sparring match with his brothers.

## Quotes

* "*Come and get it!"* (challenging the Hive, who approached him while injured, *At The Storm's End*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* SpindleMyth's deviantART Gallery