Asthore

Jack, Seamus, Connor, Nollaig, Tighearnach, and Ruadh (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Asthore was a gray-and-tan she-wolf with sap-green eyes. She joined the pack of Fellfang, and her story is just beginning. Asthore was created and RP'd by Celtic-Barbarian.

## Personality

* ***Optimistic, Energetic, and Adventurous.*** Having been raised in a rather large family, giving up was not something she was raised around. With this nurturing environment, Asthore is used to trying all options before giving up on a situation or on others.  Her neverending joy for life can be rather draining to those around her, who may not share the same spark. Raised in many siblings, all brothers, Asthore has energy that never seems to end. Something that she seemed to adopt from her brothers, having a knack for being able to return to her paws even if her body is tired as there was always someone to venture with. She is always on the go, almost rabbit fast and finding herself trying to beat her own imaginary records for how fast she can run. Asthore has always had an adventurous spirit, hearing the call of the wind with her name dancing through it. In turn it is how she ended up in Fellfang, with the taste of the unknown being her kryptonite. Having listened to the whispers for adventuring the moment she could venture, she has always found joy in new things and trying to seek out everything one can wherever she is.
* ***Juvenile, Shrewd, and Free-Spirited.*** Despite her bright look on life, Asthore has an intense immature and juvenile drive to her. Perhaps it's her youth, or perhaps it’s being raised with so many siblings and not all her needs were met by her tired parents. Regardless of what it may be, Asthore doesn’t exactly have the patience others her age may have. Nor the wit or maturity one would expect. While she has an immature spark, Asthore has always trusted her gut in instances and it has always been correct. It has gotten her out of sticky situations, whether it family or out in the wilds and not once has she been led astray by her own judgment. For this, she feels as though her opinion on matters is that of a good one even if in the end others don’t listen to it. Having been raised away from the community many others are born into, Asthore isn’t accustomed to being as socially mindful as others are. She often finds herself walking the fine line of what is considered acceptable, often having to be reeled back in by others to watch how she acts around others. But she would rather be genuine, than another drone.
* ***Doubtful, Acerbic, and Oblivious.*** Asthore’s optimistic nature only lasts for so long, while it is genuine, her own spirit often feels lesser. Having been raised by two parents, who were often tired and busy focusing on her younger siblings - she was left to dwell alone. While they never expressed to her that she failed at anything, they never expressed that she was wonderful or had any impressive spark. Which unfortunately left her feeling incomplete and as though she was always catching up. Her smart mouth has unfortunately run her into some rough situations, but gut has led her out of it. She has a sharp, bitter way of reacting if pushed into any corner and her flight or fight instincts cut in. She comes off as somewhat disrespectful, even if it isn’t her intent but isn’t one to back down if others try and knock her down. She has more bark than she has bite, however, and she knows her mouth can only save her for so long, so she uses her words as best as she can. Even though Asthore has a great sense of judgment, she is often bad at catching every single vibe. Especially once she considers another her friend, likely down to blind trust, the intentions of others often go over her head once she doesn’t feel pressured or frightened by another. If she has no reason to doubt another wolf, her sense of awareness tends to drop below where it should be. No longer in survival mode, Asthore isn’t as observant.

## Pre-Group History

There was never a dull moment in Asthore’s family situation, with so many brothers and only two adults to care for so many individual children there was not always enough time in the day for each child. Mom, dad.. Jack, Seamus, Conor, Nollaig, Tighearnach ‘Tig’ and Ruadh.

This was felt across Asthores’ period of puphood, as well as her juvenile months before the last stretch towards young adulthood reached her. It was never intentional, the lack of watchful eyes nor the warm comments that most would grow up with. Just tired parents doing their best to raise so many children in a world that had grown harsh in the last few years. Though she herself had not heard of the wild world that had turned its head before her birth, she had seen the lasting affects. Her father, Ronins’ face was mauled, permanently blinded in both eyes with missing ears. His limbs were covered in many scars, but his face was the most impressionable in her mind.

She had come to learn that her mother had saved her father from attacks, though unable to save his eyes and ears - she saved his life. While healing under the care of Lilypad, was when their bond grew and flourished even in the harsh growing world.

In turn, they were graced by three litters - to her knowledge.

*Jack, Seamus, Connor and Nollaig.*

*Asthore, the only daughter.*

*Before the last being Tighearnach ‘Tig’, and Ruadh.*

Despite being born just alone in her litter, there was no special treatment nor was there any uniqueness in how she was placed in her family despite being the only daughter. If anything, it helped shape her into the wolf she would become. Another one of the boys, another one of the many rambunctious, loud mouthed handfuls that while their parents adored - they didn’t spend much time with.

While there was love in the family, it was spread with strain.

Then the call of adventure became too hard for her to ignore - even as a juvenile. With tired eyes, became forgetful responsibilities and in turn, ignorant foolish youth ran wild.

Asthore thought that she knew everything, she had seen her parents hunt - it wasn’t that hard. Lies, it was hard. More difficult than she could ever have imagined, by nightfall of the day she had started her adventure there wasn’t even the taste of hare fur to linger on. But that was fine, like all wolves she was used to not eating daily.

But one day because two, then three, four and five. Two weeks passed, with only water filling her before exhaustion took over. The way home was long forgotten, having not watched her steps before each passing day became a blur until her body collapsed by the waterbed.

Pained, weak grumbles escaped her as she felt her eyes close from the warmth pressing against her back. Despite the winter cold nagging at her pelt, she felt warm.. She had to wake up, get up. She wanted to go home, she was hungry - she was too young to hunt alone or defend herself.

But she had no strength.

What woke her was the feeling of something biting her face, hard and not letting go. With sudden alertness that woke her from her tiredness, filling her body with jolted adrenaline the young juveniles’ eyes snapped open to spot the haggard appearance of something wolflike biting her! But it was no wolf, it was a coyote who didn’t let go despite her struggles and yaps. The struggle was not unheard, and the large brute form of a large herbivore burst through the treeline and headed down towards the riverbank. The deep, eerie call of the moose charging towards the pair startled the coyote who immediately cleared off by bolting across the river skidding across the ice as it went.

The shaken, blood-faced Asthore looked towards the moose who halted in its tracks, watching the coyote bolt off as it stomped its cloven hooves before looking down at the young wolf. There was a natural language barrier, but there seemed to be some understanding between the large herbivore and herself before it strode off back into the forest. Deep footprints through the snow before vanishing through the thick white foliage leaving the young wolf alone. But immediately the sound of crunching snow alerted Asthore to the coyote making its way back across the frozen water.

The sounds of a nearby passing group of Loners sent the coyote scattering again, Asthore remained in the shadows as the band of wolves passed. Their obnoxious loud voices likely sent away any prey nearby, but they were of her own kind. With pure desperation, the young wolf tailed them, always ensuring that she was out of sight when they stopped to eat - which wasn’t often. Once every few days, but whatever scrapped remained she consumed like a rotten little scavenger bird. Often having to fight the avians to eat whatever was left over.

This was the regular routine until Asthore grew sick and tired of being a scavenger, so she watched silently as the group would hunt fish. Learning their techniques, and practicing at night when she was sure that she wouldn’t be located. Eventually after several failed attempts, spread across several days - the young wolf lucked out and she caught her first fish. It wasn’t some large impressive fish, but it was her first catch.

As Spring arrived, Asthore dipped from the shadows of the loner band after being located by them. They held no venom towards the youth, but she didn’t wish to travel with a large group of wolves. It wasn’t easier being alone, but she didn’t have to worry about feeding anyone else's stomach at least. She didn’t like being alone - but she felt no attachment to the loners. Even if they had only kindness in their eyes when she had been discovered.

It was there that she unknowingly found the border to Fellfang, only thinking the land stunk of wolves. Not knowing that closer to Summer, she would be discovered on land that she thought was wild by the pack that called it home.

## Trivia

* Raised out in the wilds, Asthore doesn’t feel entirely attached to Fellfang's beliefs but she has the intelligence to respect it and not openly comment on her doubts.
* Asthore can often be found rolling in grass, and just enjoying the small parts of life. She was not raised in a pack, and has poor social skills - as in, boundaries and not knowing what is acceptable to a ‘society’. She has much to learn about living within a pack.
* Despite her want to fit in, and her supposed love of independence - the young wolfess has an edge of loneliness to her.

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