Caoimhe [Deceased]

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Name: Caoimhe - Means "gentle, beautiful, precious." in Irish.
Nickname/s: Buttercup[Her father called her this], Mouse[Friends], Sunflower.
Age: Young Adult [2 years]

Gender: Female
Height:  30''
Weight: 55 lbs

Build: 
Caoimhe is the definition of petite and unhealthy, physically. Her stature is that of inbreeding, and thus as she has aged her muscle factor in her hindlegs and back over the past few years has grown worse to the point where she struggles to walk. Her hind legs lack proper defined muscle, causing the hind of her body to look and feel weak while the front of her body is more defined and muscled well. She has a bent sloping nose and tipped ears.

Mental Health: Suffers from Anxiety and Amnesia.
Physical Health: Poor stature, weak back, hind legs and overall has a weak form.
Health: Poor, well terrible Immune system. Rarely leaves camp without herbs been consumed before hand.  [Inbred]
Emotional Health: Stable.

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Territory: Fellfang
Family: Averill[Brother; Alive- Unknown]
Rank: Delta
Task: Witch Doctor [Apprentice] 

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Overall, Caoimhe is an extremely patient young female. With the obstacles that she has had to overcome and some she still faces, most taking time, she had to grow to become willing to wait and learn. She finds it easy to wait for others to grasp a concept, and enjoys teaching others or learning things from others even if they take their time. She is rather inquisitive, has a thirst to learn and discover new things. There isn't anything that she doesn't wish to learn about, even if it won't affect her or benefit her, it may benefit others around her to learn. Caoimhe is caring and rather bubbly, she has a cheerful- while withdrawn cheerfulness to her. She doesn't see the point in moping around, and likes to chat with others and help them get over their obstacles. Her gentle nature is something she is known for around the pack.

Despite all this, she is without a doubt, ordinary. Not that this doesn't have it's benefits, she can blend it- as long as she isn't asked to walk anywhere otherwise she stands out. But she enjoys blending into nothing at times, not wanting to be in the sunlight that others are worthy of. She is rather submissive when it comes to taking orders, requests and over all is a push over. Her patient, caring nature tends to get taken advantage of as she feels bad for turning down helping others and ends up caving and helping more. Even if its means she is over working herself. However, despite being somewhat of a push over, she can stand up for herself if she sees fit.

Literally Delicate and fragile, her body at times is like a weak baby bird, Caoimhe is often left to rest or ordered to prevent her body from collapsing or growing too tired. Her hind legs often feel strained and painful, and she has no fighting ability, so if it came to it, she would be a quick meal for a predator. The creme female has a nervous attitude towards life, and despite that withdrawn bubbliness that comes out when she talks often more than not Caoimhe is biting her tongue. She is overly worried on what she says, often analyzing what she will say before a conversation has even happened. 
Caoimhe is envious of her packmates, their ability to walk normally without growing tired or without assistance. Their ability to hunt and just go exploring without getting someone sent after her to watch her or to make sure she doesn't snuff it. She hates how weak she is in comparison to others, even if she won't open say this and just smiles. She is withdrawn, only truly emotionally vulnerable to those she considers close and often has two ways of talking to others- pack mate talk and friends. She isn't two-faced, she is just wary.

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Pre-Group History: 
Born to an unfortunate pair, Caoimhe and her brother Averill were the result in a breeding of unknowing, half siblings. They shared the same father, but not the same mother, and were raised separately from one another and unaware of each others presence until they met. This drove the parents apart, their mother and father rarely talked despite the small family remaining together.
Ciaomhe was extremely out-going as a pup, she enjoyed exploring the world before her illness symptoms began to show. This was something her parents had been fearful of. Her hind legs muscles slowly began to decay, their strength over the first few months of her life had remained strong were now fading. Ciaomhe constantly grew stick, feverish and fluish, having to be kept beside her mothers side while their father hunted. Averill seemed to be unaffected, other than his hearing was a bit patchy.

But their father never returned. Their mother, growing in a mixture of concern and annoyance, started on a journey as such to locate him. The pups kept to their mothers side, due to Ciaomhe's weak immune system they did have to stop for days at a time. But after a few months, they located their father.

But he was dead.

His body hung over a dried dead tree, the organs that remained, and not feasted on by ravens and crows and other creatures, hung out. His eyes gone, but it was him. His soft rustic coat in tatters, no smile, no laughter. Their mother was in a horror stricken state, before they were quickly surrounded by wolves. Their eyes lingered on the three, eyes hungry, teeth bared in sickening smiles. Ciaomhe had no time to argue, as their mother pushed her and her brother beneath a fallen log and told them to run. With the aid of her brother, despite her protests, the duo ran. It was raining, the grumbling of the storm clouds above silenced their mothers screaming. But it still rang inside their brains.

She was gone. Their father was gone.
They were alone, but they had each other.. But how would they survive..

Something happened, Ciaomhe struggles to remember but the weather had worsened, the storm growing more in rage and the rapids of the water were growing. Her and her brother tried to cross the rapids before someone.. something, no someone had knocked them in. Her mind had grown blank, unable to fight the rapids before she was awoken- no brought back by an old wolf, her eyes were worried, anxious as her paw lay on Ciaomhe's chest. The elderly wolf spoke to her gently, her mind hurt. She must have hit her head pretty badly.

There was someone.. Mhm, who was it? The creme female thought she was forgetting someone, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Caoimhe was brought to Fellfang as a pup, barely a juvenile by the elderly female who left again. The pack helped raise her, keep her alive despite the fact that she felt like she was forgetting a massive chunk of her life. What had happened before she had awoken to the paw of that old wolf, why had she been in the water? 

And who was the pup who constantly ran along her tattered memories.

Ciaomhe remained close to the medical dens, as she grew from Juvenile months to become a young adult, she remained in camp for most of her life. Not by being forced, but by personal choice. She was anxious of the world, terrible memories were coming back, blood.. the rapids.. those wolves.
She remains in camp to feel safe.. but she is unsure what to do about these flashbacks. Despite these grievances, she enjoys her life in Fellfang and it's rich history.

Group History:

Caoimhe's Timeline [Group History]


Other


Likes
> Spring
> Sunflowers
> Warmth
> Her packmates
> Being of help

Dislikes
> Being babied- handled like a delicate flower.
> Her disability being pointed out.
> Her anxiety.
> Storms
> Bad wounds, blood.

Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=et_x0p…
Playlist: open.spotify.com/user/11185292…
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXyZZg… - Claudia Black as Nadia Satrivana