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:: I D E N T I T Y ::~ song lyrics heeere ~

Name: Aalva

*Meaning: elf

*Alias(es): ----

Gender: female

Age: 4 years; just barely breaching Adulthood

Height: 30 in (76 cm)

Weight: 62 lbs (28 kg)

Voice: I haven't found her voice yet, so have this instead c:

  Mannerisms: Her voice often wavers slightly, if ever in an uncomfortable situation, and she rarely meets your eye when speaking, occasionally going so far as to completely turn her head away to utter a simple sentence. Whether this is out of learned habit or simple fear is unknown.

Bloodlines: 45% Timber // 20% Mountain // 35% Marsh

Physical Description:  A certified mutt among wolves, Alva carries several of the oddest traits of her bloodlines; a twiggy little thing, she looks every bit as strange as you'd think. Long, thin legs, attached to wide paws that almost seemed too big, lead up to a compact and slim body. Short fur, somehow coarse and wiry, coats her in washed out browns and creams, while her ears and tail are both short and downsized. Her pelt thickens into a tangled curly mass in winter, surprisingly warm for such a scraggly looking appearance, and this suits her just fine.
Aalva is not extremely finely built, but is muscled well enough to hold her own out in the world. A number of scars crisscross over her body, the most notable set of which forge a path across her muzzle and glancingly into her left eye, causing obscured vision on that side.
A simple blue tag is secured to the top portion of her right ear, a symbol of her passage through the Sanctuary's medical facilities. She probably doesn't even know it's there.

Pack or Guild: Howahkan

  Rank: Teir 0; untasked apprentice

:: P E R S O N A L I T Y ::

~ song song sing song lyriiics ~

Traits:
  Positive:: devoted/passionate, loyal, patient, kind
Neutral:: perfectionist, willing
  Negative:: paranoid, shy/timid, distrustful, submissive
In Depth: A mousy and timid creature, Aalva had never been considered 'outspoken', even before her life took it's turn. If anything, her relocation into an environment she didn't know had only worsened that fact. Aalva is completely out of place in her pack, preferring to forgo the rather vicious play-fighting and keeping mostly to herself. It isn't that she can't fight, but the young adult has an irrational fear that one of these such unusually bloody sparring matches might one day take out her last good eye, or perhaps further blind the other one. She hunts with the pack and keeps up relations, but until she feels comfortable here, she is a loner in all but title.
  Not all is gloom and misfortune for little Aalva, however; she holds a positive side. When she feels devoted to something, whether it be an idea or a person, she gives her full self to it. It lends her a strength that no other feeling can, and pulls her out from herself so that she may progress unhindered by her insecurities. On top of this, she is loyal to a fault, only giving her time and what precious little effort she can share to her pack; she wouldn't leave unless she was driven out, at this point. Aalva's quieter nature has gifted her with the patience and state of mind to help anyone working through a rough patch, and the kindness to help heal emotional wounds of any kind.
Perfectionism is a trait that one would not expect from someone so rarely engaged in the pack but it is indeed true. It is both a boon and a hindrance, as perfectionism is oft borne of the fear of failure. At the same time, Aalva is ready and willing to at least try to properly complete any task she is set upon.

:: H I S T O R Y ::

~ this would be so much easier if I could pick a song ~

Pre-Group History:
As a young pup, Aalva lived with her mother under a pack nestled in a North-Western region, learning and growing much as any average wolf pup would. A land seemingly without bounds; the high evergreens seemed to stretch on forever in any direction, dense enough so that the winter snows rarely reached the ground. Life was quite promising; the prey ran nicely year-round, there were few competing packs in the area, and any human population stayed in their villages, for the most part. It wasn't until her Juvenile years that Aalva's life took a turn for anything but the norm. Her first year had given the territory a particularly harsh winter, and the herds had all migrated faster and farther than her pack had dared go. For the first time in her life, Aalva's pack was weak and hungry. This caused them to search for food much closer to the human villages-- their livestock frequently falling victim-- and inevitably to provoke the people's wrath.
Many wolves in the pack were culled, and the precious few who had managed to escape the hunts fled deep into the mountains. Aalva was not so lucky; one such hunt had left her wounded, unable to run, felled like a stray fox by a group of one particular man's hounds. For some reason, this day, the man decided a wolf would make a marvelous addition to his home. He tied the young juvenile to a post by a thick rope behind his cabin and tried feeding the poor thing scraps from the house. She would not take them; everything stank of human and dog; the smells of the forest were too far away, and the wolf soon began to wither, rather than heal. The man would try to approach her with strange smelling salves and bandages, and she would always growl and snap, lunging to the end of her short leash as if to scare him away. Aalva was content to lick her wounds in private, though some had become infected from improper care. She was soon all but forgotten by the man, who only occasionally stopped to toss a strip of meat with the dim hope that it would not be ignored. Aalva often succumbed to hunger, yes, but never while the man watched. Captivity would crush her spirit soon enough, if infection didn't take her first...
It was a long month before she was discovered by one of the only friendly human faces she'd ever see. A woman, dressed completely unlike the humans of the village. She smelled of an unfamiliar territory, a place foreign but alive. This was all well and good, but the most noticeable scent was that of other wolves. Several. Most seemed to be of others from the surrounding area. Aalva wouldn't know it but this woman hailed from a place called The Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary. Some special someone had notified them of the wolf problem in the area and the powers that be had sent her team down to collect them and relocate as many as possible to the Sanctuary. As procedure dictated, Aalva was sedated and transported to a medical facility. There she would be coaxed back to some semblance of health, her previously festering wounds properly mended, and some of her former self restored, though the scars of the hunt still remained.
      Almost six months later and the dawn of her second year also marked her official release into the Sanctuary. She was again, sedated and relocated, quite unceremoniously, in fact. When Aalva awoke to her new surroundings, she was in the heart of the no-man's land, and though she was old enough to hunt small game for herself, Aalva was nowhere near ready to be completely on her own. She began the ages old search for a pack to call home, but consistently found herself lost deeper and deeper within this strange new land. It would be another year and a half before she would finally manage to gain her bearings, her recent exposure to the human side of things having left her senses dulled from disuse. By then she had almost began to wonder if she really needed a pack after all... It was then that she came across the Howahkan, and though the atmosphere of friendly violence didn't seem to settle well with her, she was soon drawn in, the lure of a pack, a familial unit, recapturing her interest, and eventually, her loyalty.
Group History: (N/A until your character has been accepted.)

:: R E L A T I O N S H I P S ::

~ sing along with my sexy song ~

Mate:
  Offspring:

Family:
      Father:
Mother:
      Siblings:
*Other:
Other: **This section will be supplemented with the Relationship meme soon~!**
:: A V A I L A B I L I T Y ::

~ something here tooooo ~

Timezone: Varied

Preferred Methods:
      Notes: I'd rather not; I've always had trouble with DA's note system for some reason.
    Comments: One on one is fine, but not in groups; its so hard to follow in groups.
    Skype: Oh god yes please! ;O;
    Docs: As long as we're cool with notifying eachother when we've replied.
    Other: I'll try anything once...?
:: O T H E R N O T E S ::~ yay soonnnnng ~

))Song Lyrics From:: TBA

Description

Added RP tracker, Added Antler Log. Click heading to go there
:: ROLEPLAY TRACKER :::: ANTLER LOG ::
:: I D E N T I T Y ::~ song lyrics heeere ~

Name: Aalva

*Meaning: elf

*Alias(es): ----

Gender: female

Age: 4 years; just barely breaching Adulthood

Height: 30 in (76 cm)

Weight: 62 lbs (28 kg)

Voice: I haven't found her voice yet, so have this instead c:

  Mannerisms: Her voice often wavers slightly, if ever in an uncomfortable situation, and she rarely meets your eye when speaking, occasionally going so far as to completely turn her head away to utter a simple sentence. Whether this is out of learned habit or simple fear is unknown.

Bloodlines: 45% Timber // 20% Mountain // 35% Marsh

Physical Description:  A certified mutt among wolves, Alva carries several of the oddest traits of her bloodlines; a twiggy little thing, she looks every bit as strange as you'd think. Long, thin legs, attached to wide paws that almost seemed too big, lead up to a compact and slim body. Short fur, somehow coarse and wiry, coats her in washed out browns and creams, while her ears and tail are both short and downsized. Her pelt thickens into a tangled curly mass in winter, surprisingly warm for such a scraggly looking appearance, and this suits her just fine.
Aalva is not extremely finely built, but is muscled well enough to hold her own out in the world. A number of scars crisscross over her body, the most notable set of which forge a path across her muzzle and glancingly into her left eye, causing obscured vision on that side.
A simple blue tag is secured to the top portion of her right ear, a symbol of her passage through the Sanctuary's medical facilities. She probably doesn't even know it's there.

Pack or Guild: Howahkan

  Rank: Teir 0; untasked apprentice

:: P E R S O N A L I T Y ::

~ song song sing song lyriiics ~

Traits:
  Positive:: devoted/passionate, loyal, patient, kind
Neutral:: perfectionist, willing
  Negative:: paranoid, shy/timid, distrustful, submissive
In Depth: A mousy and timid creature, Aalva had never been considered 'outspoken', even before her life took it's turn. If anything, her relocation into an environment she didn't know had only worsened that fact. Aalva is completely out of place in her pack, preferring to forgo the rather vicious play-fighting and keeping mostly to herself. It isn't that she can't fight, but the young adult has an irrational fear that one of these such unusually bloody sparring matches might one day take out her last good eye, or perhaps further blind the other one. She hunts with the pack and keeps up relations, but until she feels comfortable here, she is a loner in all but title.
  Not all is gloom and misfortune for little Aalva, however; she holds a positive side. When she feels devoted to something, whether it be an idea or a person, she gives her full self to it. It lends her a strength that no other feeling can, and pulls her out from herself so that she may progress unhindered by her insecurities. On top of this, she is loyal to a fault, only giving her time and what precious little effort she can share to her pack; she wouldn't leave unless she was driven out, at this point. Aalva's quieter nature has gifted her with the patience and state of mind to help anyone working through a rough patch, and the kindness to help heal emotional wounds of any kind.
Perfectionism is a trait that one would not expect from someone so rarely engaged in the pack but it is indeed true. It is both a boon and a hindrance, as perfectionism is oft borne of the fear of failure. At the same time, Aalva is ready and willing to at least try to properly complete any task she is set upon.

:: H I S T O R Y ::

~ this would be so much easier if I could pick a song ~

Pre-Group History:
As a young pup, Aalva lived with her mother under a pack nestled in a North-Western region, learning and growing much as any average wolf pup would. A land seemingly without bounds; the high evergreens seemed to stretch on forever in any direction, dense enough so that the winter snows rarely reached the ground. Life was quite promising; the prey ran nicely year-round, there were few competing packs in the area, and any human population stayed in their villages, for the most part. It wasn't until her Juvenile years that Aalva's life took a turn for anything but the norm. Her first year had given the territory a particularly harsh winter, and the herds had all migrated faster and farther than her pack had dared go. For the first time in her life, Aalva's pack was weak and hungry. This caused them to search for food much closer to the human villages-- their livestock frequently falling victim-- and inevitably to provoke the people's wrath.
Many wolves in the pack were culled, and the precious few who had managed to escape the hunts fled deep into the mountains. Aalva was not so lucky; one such hunt had left her wounded, unable to run, felled like a stray fox by a group of one particular man's hounds. For some reason, this day, the man decided a wolf would make a marvelous addition to his home. He tied the young juvenile to a post by a thick rope behind his cabin and tried feeding the poor thing scraps from the house. She would not take them; everything stank of human and dog; the smells of the forest were too far away, and the wolf soon began to wither, rather than heal. The man would try to approach her with strange smelling salves and bandages, and she would always growl and snap, lunging to the end of her short leash as if to scare him away. Aalva was content to lick her wounds in private, though some had become infected from improper care. She was soon all but forgotten by the man, who only occasionally stopped to toss a strip of meat with the dim hope that it would not be ignored. Aalva often succumbed to hunger, yes, but never while the man watched. Captivity would crush her spirit soon enough, if infection didn't take her first...
It was a long month before she was discovered by one of the only friendly human faces she'd ever see. A woman, dressed completely unlike the humans of the village. She smelled of an unfamiliar territory, a place foreign but alive. This was all well and good, but the most noticeable scent was that of other wolves. Several. Most seemed to be of others from the surrounding area. Aalva wouldn't know it but this woman hailed from a place called The Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary. Some special someone had notified them of the wolf problem in the area and the powers that be had sent her team down to collect them and relocate as many as possible to the Sanctuary. As procedure dictated, Aalva was sedated and transported to a medical facility. There she would be coaxed back to some semblance of health, her previously festering wounds properly mended, and some of her former self restored, though the scars of the hunt still remained.
      Almost six months later and the dawn of her second year also marked her official release into the Sanctuary. She was again, sedated and relocated, quite unceremoniously, in fact. When Aalva awoke to her new surroundings, she was in the heart of the no-man's land, and though she was old enough to hunt small game for herself, Aalva was nowhere near ready to be completely on her own. She began the ages old search for a pack to call home, but consistently found herself lost deeper and deeper within this strange new land. It would be another year and a half before she would finally manage to gain her bearings, her recent exposure to the human side of things having left her senses dulled from disuse. By then she had almost began to wonder if she really needed a pack after all... It was then that she came across the Howahkan, and though the atmosphere of friendly violence didn't seem to settle well with her, she was soon drawn in, the lure of a pack, a familial unit, recapturing her interest, and eventually, her loyalty.
Group History: (N/A until your character has been accepted.)

:: R E L A T I O N S H I P S ::

~ sing along with my sexy song ~

Mate:
  Offspring:

Family:
      Father:
Mother:
      Siblings:
*Other:
Other: **This section will be supplemented with the Relationship meme soon~!**
:: A V A I L A B I L I T Y ::

~ something here tooooo ~

Timezone: Varied

Preferred Methods:
      Notes: I'd rather not; I've always had trouble with DA's note system for some reason.
    Comments: One on one is fine, but not in groups; its so hard to follow in groups.
    Skype: Oh god yes please! ;O;
    Docs: As long as we're cool with notifying eachother when we've replied.
    Other: I'll try anything once...?
:: O T H E R N O T E S ::~ yay soonnnnng ~

))Song Lyrics From:: TBA