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DoTW - Seven - Aryn Pack (Retired)

FaIIenShadows

Published: Mar 2, 2016

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Art and Character © Me (FaIIenShadows)
Original Design by the ever so lovely Wildfire-Tama
Made for the Group Domain-of-the-Wolf

"When life gives you one hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have one thousand reasons to smile."

Seven Medallion and Relationship Tracker by FaIIenShadows

EDITING LOG

Edit 10 {09.10.2018} - I can't believe it's been nearly a year since I updated her artwork OwO And her personality and information was so olddd SO My girl has been freshened up a little <3
Edit 9 {10.10.2017 ~ Updated her art & gave her design a brush up!
Edit 8 {01.02.2017} ~ First edit of the new year! <3 My baby girl was in desperate need of an update xD This is how she will look from here and into majority of her adult years c: I tweaked her design a little as well, I hope you guys like it! Her history and information is also up to date, so go and have a read <3
Edit 7 {02.09.2016} ~ Updated her Art <33 She looks more like a fox now... xD
Edit 6 {29.05.2016} ~ Updated her art to her Young Adult stage <3 So proud of how my baby has grown!!
Edit 5 {18.05.2016} ~ Added a Singing Voice <3 <3
Edit 4 {06.05.2016} ~ Swapped her over to the new app!
Edit 3 {01.04.2016} ~ Updated her History and Minor updates in Information. Look for "news" in her description <3
Edit 2 {16.03.2016} ~ Upgraded her from Omega to Courser Apprentice <3
Edit 1 {04.03.2016} ~ MY BABY WAS ACCEPTED <3333

RP INFORMATION

Status : Open!

Rp Guidelines and Rules

INFORMATIVE LINKS

{ History | Rp Guidelines | Bone Log | }

GENERAL INFORMATION

Current Name : Seven
Birth Name : Shilo - Changed her name in honor of her younger brother who lived for Seven days and nights.
Origin : German
Alias(s) : "Blue" & "Windrunner" (Lazarus); "Redwing" (Raghaalr)

Joining Date : 04.03.2016

Biological Sex : Female | She-wolf
Identifies As : Female | She-wolf
Pronouns : She, her's, her

Current Age : Young Adult | 3 years old
Joining Age : Juvenile (6 Months)

ENVIRONMENTAL INFORMATION

Current Pack : Aryn
Birth Pack : Loner
Previous Packs : ---

Current Rank : Beta
Previous Rank(s): Omega; Delta; Gamma

Current Profession : Courser
Previous Profession(s): ---

Religion - Seven firmly believes in"The One"; as the creator and protector of the world. She has great respect for the land and it's creatures and gives thanks for every successful kill she makes."

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

Binomial Name : Gray Wolf | Canis Lupus

Current Height : 31" - Short & Slim (Below Average)

Current Weight : 70 lbs - Lithe & Athletic (Below Average)

Physical Appearance : Although her legs are short, she has a naturally slim, athletic build. Her features are noticeably triangular, with a long slender muzzle and short, sharply pointed ears. Her paws are of an average side, with broad toes and long, strong claws. Fur is of a medium length and extremely feathery, especially around her cheeks, neck, torso and tail.
Fur Colour : Deep auburn and cream
Eye Colour : Sky Blue.
Fur Length : Medium length
Fur Texture : Extremely soft and fluffy.

Aura : Passive & Endearing
Stature : Sporting a modest appearance, she is naturally submissive, with her head held reasonably low and tail swaying by her legs. Stride is short but purposeful; often said to have a bounce in her step.

Voice Description : Youthful & Sing-songy - British accent
Voice Actress : Emma Watson as Princess Pea
Singing Likeness : Máiréad Carlin

Scars : N/A

Theme Song : Singing Indri | Planet Earth OST

Playlist

DoTW - Album MSE - Seven by FaIIenShadows

Physical Health | 100%
• "Seven suffers from no physical ailments or illness.

MENTALITY & PERSONALITY

Personality Type : INFP - The Mediator

Demeanour : Introvert
Alignment : Neutral Good

Mental Health | 85-92%
• Seven suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, due to the loss of her father during a Thunderstorm in her Juvenile years. Thunderstorms or loud noises can act as a trigger for these anxieties.

GENTLE | TRUSTWORTHY | EMPATHETIC | ACCEPTING | SPIRITED | MATERNAL | SUBMISSIVE | ARTISTIC | FRAGILE | ALTRUISTIC | AVOIDING

Taking heavily after her father, Seven has always been very passive in nature and tends to appreciate the little things. She has a calming presence and is slow to anger. Compassionate and empathetic, she would be the type to offer emotional support rather than verbal advice. Although she is reasonably social, and genuinely enjoys the company of her friends, she is very soft-spoken and prefers to listen instead of speak. She treats her friends as if they were her family, and will do almost anything for those she loves. Often blinded by her altruistic outlook, she is easily manipulated and finds it very difficult to speak out for herself or speak ill of others.

She cares very deeply, often devoting enormous amounts of time and energy into her duties with an ultimate goal of tending to her pack. She has a questionable sense of self-wolf and often overcompensates by heavily burdening herself, working until exhaustion. She has very high expectations of herself, and frequently feels guilty and unworthy in the face of failure. She is outwardly very friendly and warm, and finds great pleasure in meeting new faces. She feels energised when surrounded by her loved ones and feels a deep sense of responsibility for the young and inexperienced. She is a natural teacher and will volunteer to run training sessions for the youth between hunts and patrols. Seven finds agreat sense of fulfilment when among children, appreciating the simplicity to their thoughts and the potential they have to grow and learn.

Submissive and obedient, Seven is certainly more of a follower rather than a leader. She is easily intimidated, and has a tendency to avoid confrontation altogether. She hold a huge amount of respect for her superiors and elders, treating them accordingly. Believing all life has value, she is very accepting of others, regardless of their circumstances. She has a natural distaste for violence, and despite her occupation, takes little joy in killing, always thanking the One at the end of every successful hunt.

Frail and emotionally unsteady at times, Seven is easily overwhelmed and often has to remove herself from overly stimulating environments. Suffering from PTSD, she is easily upset by sudden loud noises or flashes of light. She is heavily dependent on her family and close friends and doesn't do well in solitary situations.

FAMILY & HERITAGE

Biological Mother : Jade (Deceased)
Biological Father : Tyro (Unknown - Presumed Dead); Kristran (Adoptive Father - Deceased)
Brother(s) : Four (Deceased); Loki (Half Brother - Alive); Codiac (Half-Brother Alive)
Sister(s) : Vaiyalhi (Half-Sister in law - Alive)

Niece(s) : ---
Nephew(s) : ---

Mate : ---
Son(s) : ---
Daughter(s) : ---

Aunty(s) : Tammy (Deceased)
Uncle(s) : Marco (Deceased)
Cousin(s) : Sheba (Unknown)
Grandmother : ---
Grandfather : ---

PRE-GROUP HISTORY

Seven's mother, Jade has a difficult start in life. Her parents were inexperienced rogues, who cared little and often took their frustrations out on each other and their young children. From her childhood to early adulthood, Jade was a drifter. Fearing commitment, she would hang around for a time before vanishing into thin air. During her travels she would often get into it with a multitude of different males, desperate to find that love she was so terribly deprived of. However, none of her relationships seemed to last and as she aged and travelled, she found herself spiralling into depression. Although unexpected, her first litter provided Jade with her first ray of happiness. Her children made her feel wanted, needed. They depended on her.

During their youngest days, Jade began to notice the presence of a stranger; Tyro, a traveller from the West. Although wary, she found herself intrigued, often sneaking away whilst her sons slept to meet with him. A sense of contentment rested over her...although it did not last. As her sons grew and started showing signs of independence, Jade felt those old insecurities begin to rise in her stomach. Soon her children would no longer need her, and they would leave. Just like everyone else. She would be alone again.

She couldn't survive another loss...no, she couldn't be alone again.

Attacked by an overwhelming sense of terror, Jade did the unthinkable, abandoning her two young sons and fleeing to the only console she knew. When she finally managed to track Tyro down, Jade was manic. She relayed a tale of horror, declaring a Fox had broken into her den whilst she was away and snatched her precious boys. Tyro worked to soothe the hysterical female, convincing her to leave such terrible memories behind.

He was never told the truth...that her two sons were still waiting in that snowy winter den for their mother to return from her hunting trip.

Jade found a companion in Tyro she had never once before experienced. He was strong and kind, with a gentle heart. Their relationship was a quick-burn, resulting in a litter mere months after the tragic loss of her first. Weak from travelling and malnourished, it was a difficult pregnancy and a long, painful labour resulting in the birth of two, rather small pups. One female and one male.

Shiloh and Four.

Despite her petite birth-weight, Shiloh showed strength. She fed well and was growing rapidly. Her brother's progress, however, was far less encouraging. Originally thought to be stillborn, he was sickly and failed to nurse properly. Every day seemed to be a struggle, and on his seventh day of life, the tiny child gave up the fight. Although too young to fully understand the concept of death, Shiloh was observant enough to grasp it's impact.

Her son's death completely shattered Jade. She fell victim to a fierce relapse, barely finding the strength to take the short walk to the river for water. It wasn't until she reached her first month that Seven began to fully understand the depth of her parent's sadness. But she didn't want her brother's memory to be tainted with grief, but rather, with honour and love. It was in that moment that she requested her name to be changed as a symbol that would never be forgotten.

Seven. In honour of those precious days we shared.

Seven's childhood was somewhat ordinary. She had forged an inseparable bond with her father, following him about everywhere and listening eagerly to his tales of the land beyond their little clearing. Her days were filled with romps in the fields and practice hunts on the moors. But despite those quiet joys, she couldn't ignore the tension that was growing between her parents. Jade had deteriorated rapidly in the months following their sons passing. Although Tyro had worked tirelessly to mend her spirits, she had little reason to adhere.

He was beginning to feel impatient, angered that she only seemed to focus on the son that had died, rather than the daughter that had lived. Eventually, both snapped, and a heated argument broke out in which Jade admitted to abandoning her first litter all those moons ago.

This revelation shook Tyro terribly. He could not understand what would prompt a mother to take such drastic action...it was unthinkable! It was selfish. It was cruel. How could one lie about the death of her children? How could she leave them for.....Suddenly he felt sick to the stomach.

She had left them for him.

Stricken, betrayed and terrified all at once, Tyro could think of nothing else but to snatch his remaining daughter and flee into the wilderness. Seven had been scared by her father's brashness, begging him to explain. However, it wasn't until he collapsed from exhaustion that he dared give reason. A tsunami of emotions threatened to overwhelm her; what did this mean for them? What about her mother? Did that mean that she didn't care for her? Why would a mother abandon her children if she cared for them? Did she not love them? Where they not worthy? Did that mean she wasn't alone as she had always thought?

Do I still have a brother out there?

Although unable to answer her questions, Tyro was the only family that she had now. They relied on each other, supported one another. The pair never stayed in one area for more than a couple of weeks, and the constant travelling gave the young female lean muscles and a strong heart. At first, Seven believed they had no destination, that they were simply going where the earth took them. But when she confronted her father, he voiced his true intentions. They weren't just aimlessly wandering. They were searching.

The days with Tyro seemed to float past, the stresses of their departure melting away in the solitude. The pair got on famously, her father taking special precaution in teaching her the basic survival skills. As she aged, her young legs began to lengthen. She was lithe and authentic and sported fierce potential. Their search for Jade's son's was relentless, taking them across vast moors, thick forests and high mountains. The youngster grew tired quickly, but shared in her father's ambition. The guilt tore at Tyro's insides. It was his fault. He had to find them. He had too reconcile.

It was his fault.

Seven admired his persistence and quickly adopted his unrelenting determination. They would do this together. They would find her brother's together.

The storm had taken both travellers by surprise. Suddenly the earth became dark. Lightning shattered the blackness in violent pulses as rain hammered into their faces, filling their mouths and running into their eyes. Disorientated and exhausted, the pair attempted to navigate to safety but were completely and utterly lost in the chaos. She couldn't remember the exact moment Tyro's flank had vanished from her side, but she could recall the panic that rose like bile in her throat. Her paws flashed out from beneath her, his name screaming from her lips in desperation. But it was no use. The noise was excruciating, the light blinding and the horror began to build and build. Crouching in the mud, Seven pulled her limbs in close, paws desperately covering her face in an attempt to block out the mayhem.

Perhaps she had fallen asleep...the youth couldn't remember. All she could recall was the softest of voices breaking through the haze. Seven peered up at the stranger through bleary eyes, but her voice was little more than a cracked whimper. Her limbs were soaked through and as rigid as wood. She couldnt move...and even if she could, she doubted she would have the energy. At first she wondered if it were her father...he had the same soft eyes...maybe he was just muddy....maybe....The gentle prodding of his nose against her fur and soothing words in her ears calmed her thudding heart. Then her weight lifted from the ground and she was moving.

The earth seemed to move by in waves of violet and pink....the sun was setting...or rising, she couldn't tell. She could hear the sound of his paws against the sodden earth, the scent of many touched her nose, but before she could query any further, her consciousness slipped. Just as darkness began to close in, the gentlest of words brushed against her face, Welcome to Aryn.

ROMANCE

Orientation : Bisexual (Leans towards Males)

Status : Unsure
Mate : ---
Boyfriend :

Virginity : Virgin
Sexual History :

Litter Count :

~ Attraction

~ Crush

~ Love

~ Has been intimate with

Current Attractions/Crush's :
~ Lazarus |

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Previous Attractions/Crush's :
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Ships :
• Severus - Seven & Lazarus ♥
• Jeren or Serikoh - Seven & Jerikoh >:]

TRIVIA

• She has a chronic fear of Thunderstorms, or loud noises in general.

• She hates missing the sunrise and is often up early, trekking to Warden's watch to observe the gorgeous array of colours.

• Has a beautiful singing voice and often hums to self-soothe.

Image size

4508x3938px 4.94 MB

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Raiiuxe

Jul 6, 2019

Do you mind if I use her info format? ;0; Of course none of her actual info,, I just love how everything is laid out and organized