Anshar

Nineveh (Brother)

Elam and Ashur (Brothers, NPCs)

Issa and Tahmina (Sisters)

Nouri (Uncle)

## Application Sheet

Anshar was a brown wolf with green eyes, an Asman Nabu in Xassa. Born to the previous Cyrus Zagros and Farrah (NPCs), he is brother to the current Cyrus, Nineveh, and sisters Issa and Tahmina. He entered an arranged marriage with fondness (though perhaps without passion) with Majavis, and had four pups with her during the Hive Wars: Soraya, Arash, Alkor, and Soheil. His story is ongoing. He was created and RP'd by SaskedieJagerin.

## **Personality**

* ***Chivalrous*.** Anshar’s manners are extremely exquisite, polite and kind. It is just not in his nature to be rude or to appear annoyed or worse, mad unless something really serious happened to put him in such state. No matter the wolf standing in front of him, he’ll always be and act as polite and educated as possible. Truly what’s best for a diplomat, never losing his temper, always polite.
* ***Humorous*.** “Oh you ask why I look like this? Well, you see, my parents dipped me in mud when I was a pup and now that’s why my fur has these colors!” are you looking for a fast laugh? For a stupid pun? Anshar’s the perfect wolf to seek! A smile on your face, an awkward snort or a chuckle is assured!
* ***Uncritical*.** A true diplomatic has to get along with everyone, isn’t that right? It doesn’t matter what Anshar thinks, he must not critique or show opposition to someone else who may have different ideas than him, ideas that Anshar may not share but, fearing the consequences for sharing his opinion, he’d rather try to find a way to stay neutral around that subject to avoid upsetting the other and have to deal with whatever consequence his words may bring.
* ***Dutiful*.** Xerxes Peace is the ideal, the greatest good. Anything Anshar does involved with it has to be done, no matter what. After all the years of Hassan’s Silence, he doesn’t want anything to ruin the opportunity they had with opening the borders and pursuing the Peace.
* ***Anxious*.** A whirlwind of emotion and turmoil fester Anshar’s mind. What is he afraid of, what makes him so anxious? The answer is simple: EVERYTHING. There’s illness, death by illness, by accident, hunts accidents, Hassan’s Silence could return for whatever reason, some pack wouldn’t want to follow Xerses’ Peace and have a war and then there’d be wounded, amputated, sick, death, dead and ohhhhhkay, I’m having an anxiety attack now.
* ***Masked Emotions*.** All of this inner turmoil, all of these thoughts are completely well hidden by Anshar’s mask: his smile and his polite appaerance. Never one would question whether he is hiding something or has thoughts troubling him, he’s gotten really good hiding it all. But how long can a steaming pot shut tight last before spilling out all that’s inside?

## Pre-Group History

Born as the son of the Cyrus Zagros, Anshar received little attention by his father, as the leader already had two grown son from another mate and thus he and his brother from the same litter, Nineveh, were mostly ignored: the two half-brothers and their full blooded sisters were those whom their father focused on. Even worse, Anshar was born small and sickly. The Gula that tended for him, expected him to perish night time or in the days following his birth. But the dark headed pup pulled through and survived, though he was plagued by constant sickness through all his pup-hood. Just like they took the role of father figure of sorts, Anshar’s older half-brother, the heir of Zagros, and his mate Farzin, always made sure that the Gula had the sickly pup in check: frail of health or not, in line for the leadership or not, he was their kin and fair he had to be treated, not left behind.

As much as he wished to follow Nineveh on his adventures, Anshar was forced to stay with the Gula, for his health was still not at best. He spent a great amount of time on his own, thinking and over thinking, feeling the breath of death on the back of his head all the time because as such he was treated, like someone on their deathbed, more dead than alive. The pup had to chew and gulp down so many sour leaves and herbs at some point he thought to have lost the sense of taste food he was given, for in his mouth lingered the savor of those remedies. At least at night, when everyone, Gula too, were sound asleep, he could breathe some fresh air on his own and lose the sense of time and space while gazing at the starry sky.

Of course, any plan regarding his future was brushed aside until he would finally heal or…well, perish under the always present sickness within him. Like his brother, the task of Nabu was what Anshar wished so badly to pursue, his uncle Farzin being one too. Nineveh, due to Hassan’s Silence, took the task of the Su’En for there were no packs to travel to but Anshar didn’t and secretly vowed to himself that he would become a Nabu or be taskless for life. He was chained to the healer’s den, never allowed to do anything and so, what he much wished to do was to grow wings and explore what was outside Xassa, finally unbound.

At last, onto his juvenile days, something changed. The sickness that shadowed him for all pup-hood soothed until Anshar was freed from that weight. No more fever, no more cold, no more aching joints or sore throat, no more stomach pains. A flame went ablaze inside him. Finally, he was unshackled. Even if Xassa was still under the dome of Hassan’s Silence, Anshar began running and running and running, all around the territory. He did not aim to speed but to resistance. His father never realized this change in him but Elam and Farzin did, cherishing this miraculous healing.

When the tragedy happened, Anshar was on his way back to the main densite. He too, like his brother, noticed stormclouds coming in but, unlike him, decided to return home. He was just not in the mood to get wet in the rain and catch a cold, being forced to put a stop on his freedom for a sickness, however light it might have been.

When Nineveh returned, Anshar noticed his face and thought his brother might have seen a ghost. But when Nin finally spoke and told was happened, Anshar thought he could feel the ground below him crumble: Elam had died in the fire. He could not believe it. Ashur was now the heir apparent after their father but he too soon perished during a hunt accident. Now, the next in line after Zagros, was Nineveh. Illness took away their mother and, lastly, their father too perished and, upon his last order, Nineveh would be the Cyrus to remove Hassan’s Silence and pursue Xerxes’s Peace. Anxiety washed up on him, afraid that his brother would follow the rest of their family and somehow perish, leaving all the responsibility of the Cyrus to him. Wishing for that to never happen, Anshar is extremely supportive of his brother and can finally pursue the task of Nabu, like he always wished.

## Trivia

* Shar absolutely hates when his brother Nin eats insects and worms. He doesn't understand how can Nin do something so disgusting!
* The "get along with everyone" is a trait I based from Alessandro Manzoni's novel "I Promessi Sposi" ("The Bethrothed), specifically on the character of Don Abbondio (though not as negative as that character)
* Hassan's Silence and his illness as a pup really weighted on him, to the point that Shar really thought about leaving Xassa in secret.
* Although his sickness vanished when he turned a juvenile, Shar may still suffer of stiffy joints, running nose and fever from time to time, specially during the changing of seasons.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* SaskedieJagerin's deviantART Gallery