Post by Tierney on Dec 5, 2016 21:23:07 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Inksinger
Years RPing: I've been roleplaying so long I dream about current threads
Slot Used: Won an Isle Wolf slot in the secondary raffle
How You Found Us: We forgots the taste of bread...
General
Name: Tierney
Birthday: February 17, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Isles Wolf
Physical
Height: 36 inches
Length: 60 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Coat Color: Gray Point
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: N/a
Other Information: N/a
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: From the moment she came into the world, cold and blind and afraid, there was war.
The story Tierney knows is this: Once, there was a handsome young wolf, and he was the Harbinger. Because he was young, and because there were some who had long chafed beneath the weight of their traditions, many of his followers turned their backs on him, demanding that a wolf with more experience take his place instead. The Harbinger, in his wisdom, refused to bow to this demand, and so there came the war.
Though the Harbinger had taken a mate of proper rank and breeding, he could not create a son to lead in his place. In the midst of such great turmoil, the Harbinger knew he must soon have an heir to raise in the traditions of their people - and so he turned to lesser, unworthy females. Sweet Joviana gave him the son he sought, and had for herself a daughter; thus were Tierney and her older brother, Ciarbre, borne unto the world.
For a time, Joviana attempted to hide her children from the war, sheltering them away from their father's faction, Foeir, until they reached an age when they could begin to fend for themselves. During these first months, Tierney and her brother knew only the easy happiness of the ignorant; there was a war, and it was bad, but it had not come to claim them yet.
As with most fairytales, this could not - and did not - last forever, and one day the siblings were swept away by an emissary who shattered their delusions of purity with the announcement that they were the bastard brood of the Harbinger. As such, they were expected to join the war and fight for Foeir.
Ciarbre was eager for battle, but swiftly grew to resent his heritage and their mighty father for his part in it. Tierney knew this; they were siblings, and secrets were tricky things to keep from each other. For her part, Tierney was her brother's opposite: She embraced her bastard blood for the sake of the tie it gave her to the mighty Harbinger, but the thought of fighting - of spilling blood, and of having hers spilled in turn - terrified the young female. She balked during her training, submitted to the violence shown to her by those who disapproved of her blood. She learned to fight well enough to be of use on the battlefield, but she was a flighty, trembling creature for it. Proud and frightened of pain.
But time is an odd creature - finicky and feckless. The occasion soon came that Tierney found herself in battle, surrounded by snapping teeth and writhing bodies, cut off from her comrades as an enemy warrior closed in on her. Left with nothing to do but flee or fight, and determined that she would not shame her great father by abandoning the battle, Tierney stood her ground and fought. And won.
Something inside of her came alive that day - something great and dark and bristling. There was power here, in the fighting, in the tearing of flesh and the taste and smell of hot blood. There was power in her claws and fangs, and it was good. Sweet, frightened Tierney died at the claws of the Foeir soldier she became in that battle; the bastard daughter of the Harbinger rose from the carnage bloodied and wild-eyed and alive. And all because the Harbinger had called upon her to turn her claws to the hides of Siniath.
And so Tierney became the epitome of a good soldier and a loyal follower. She had been reborn, and she knew she owed her rebirth to her mighty father. When faithless Ciarbre left and betrayed the secrets of Foeir to the enemy, Tierney stayed and threw twice of herself into the protection of her people and the honor of her Harbinger. She has found her place in life, and all is well.
Personality: Tierney no longer fears war. She finds little reason to: There was war when she was a child at her mother's teats, and when she and her handsome brother were taken away to Foeir, war was waiting to bathe them in the blood of rebirth. Now Tierney revels in the frenzy of battle, finding that she feels most powerful when she turns her claws and fangs against those of another. There is a sort of purity in testing herself against the might of her foes, and with victory there comes glory, however small or fleeting it may be.
Tierney trains relentlessly in her spare time, and often the swiftest and surest way to earn her respect is through joining her in hard sparring matches or performing great acts of valor in the midst of battle. She sees little use in a wolf who does not at least appreciate the need for battle-readiness, and will not willingly deal with cowardly wolves.
Tierney is supremely loyal to Foeir and to her father, Eroan. All who share her loyalty are welcomed as brothers- and sisters-in-arms; those who reject Eroan's rule are traitors, and in Tierney's mind the only good traitor is a dead one - even if that traitor is her own flesh and blood. She generally treats outsiders with a wary brand of curiosity, learning what she can about them to satiate her personal desire to know more as well as gather useful information for Foeir.
Tierney sees the world in black and white, and does not believe that wolves are capable of truly changing their ways. As a result, it can be difficult to change her opinion of someone once a first impression has been made, and so it is entirely possible for an outsider to impress her or even win her friendship during this time - and just as easy to make an enemy of this vicious woman with a poor first impression.
Tierney has a sharp memory for the behavior and words of other wolves, and does not forget acts of kindness or treachery even long after they have been reciprocated.
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Name: Inksinger
Years RPing: I've been roleplaying so long I dream about current threads
Slot Used: Won an Isle Wolf slot in the secondary raffle
How You Found Us: We forgots the taste of bread...
General
Name: Tierney
Birthday: February 17, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Isles Wolf
Physical
Height: 36 inches
Length: 60 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Coat Color: Gray Point
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: N/a
Other Information: N/a
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: From the moment she came into the world, cold and blind and afraid, there was war.
The story Tierney knows is this: Once, there was a handsome young wolf, and he was the Harbinger. Because he was young, and because there were some who had long chafed beneath the weight of their traditions, many of his followers turned their backs on him, demanding that a wolf with more experience take his place instead. The Harbinger, in his wisdom, refused to bow to this demand, and so there came the war.
Though the Harbinger had taken a mate of proper rank and breeding, he could not create a son to lead in his place. In the midst of such great turmoil, the Harbinger knew he must soon have an heir to raise in the traditions of their people - and so he turned to lesser, unworthy females. Sweet Joviana gave him the son he sought, and had for herself a daughter; thus were Tierney and her older brother, Ciarbre, borne unto the world.
For a time, Joviana attempted to hide her children from the war, sheltering them away from their father's faction, Foeir, until they reached an age when they could begin to fend for themselves. During these first months, Tierney and her brother knew only the easy happiness of the ignorant; there was a war, and it was bad, but it had not come to claim them yet.
As with most fairytales, this could not - and did not - last forever, and one day the siblings were swept away by an emissary who shattered their delusions of purity with the announcement that they were the bastard brood of the Harbinger. As such, they were expected to join the war and fight for Foeir.
Ciarbre was eager for battle, but swiftly grew to resent his heritage and their mighty father for his part in it. Tierney knew this; they were siblings, and secrets were tricky things to keep from each other. For her part, Tierney was her brother's opposite: She embraced her bastard blood for the sake of the tie it gave her to the mighty Harbinger, but the thought of fighting - of spilling blood, and of having hers spilled in turn - terrified the young female. She balked during her training, submitted to the violence shown to her by those who disapproved of her blood. She learned to fight well enough to be of use on the battlefield, but she was a flighty, trembling creature for it. Proud and frightened of pain.
But time is an odd creature - finicky and feckless. The occasion soon came that Tierney found herself in battle, surrounded by snapping teeth and writhing bodies, cut off from her comrades as an enemy warrior closed in on her. Left with nothing to do but flee or fight, and determined that she would not shame her great father by abandoning the battle, Tierney stood her ground and fought. And won.
Something inside of her came alive that day - something great and dark and bristling. There was power here, in the fighting, in the tearing of flesh and the taste and smell of hot blood. There was power in her claws and fangs, and it was good. Sweet, frightened Tierney died at the claws of the Foeir soldier she became in that battle; the bastard daughter of the Harbinger rose from the carnage bloodied and wild-eyed and alive. And all because the Harbinger had called upon her to turn her claws to the hides of Siniath.
And so Tierney became the epitome of a good soldier and a loyal follower. She had been reborn, and she knew she owed her rebirth to her mighty father. When faithless Ciarbre left and betrayed the secrets of Foeir to the enemy, Tierney stayed and threw twice of herself into the protection of her people and the honor of her Harbinger. She has found her place in life, and all is well.
Personality: Tierney no longer fears war. She finds little reason to: There was war when she was a child at her mother's teats, and when she and her handsome brother were taken away to Foeir, war was waiting to bathe them in the blood of rebirth. Now Tierney revels in the frenzy of battle, finding that she feels most powerful when she turns her claws and fangs against those of another. There is a sort of purity in testing herself against the might of her foes, and with victory there comes glory, however small or fleeting it may be.
Tierney trains relentlessly in her spare time, and often the swiftest and surest way to earn her respect is through joining her in hard sparring matches or performing great acts of valor in the midst of battle. She sees little use in a wolf who does not at least appreciate the need for battle-readiness, and will not willingly deal with cowardly wolves.
Tierney is supremely loyal to Foeir and to her father, Eroan. All who share her loyalty are welcomed as brothers- and sisters-in-arms; those who reject Eroan's rule are traitors, and in Tierney's mind the only good traitor is a dead one - even if that traitor is her own flesh and blood. She generally treats outsiders with a wary brand of curiosity, learning what she can about them to satiate her personal desire to know more as well as gather useful information for Foeir.
Tierney sees the world in black and white, and does not believe that wolves are capable of truly changing their ways. As a result, it can be difficult to change her opinion of someone once a first impression has been made, and so it is entirely possible for an outsider to impress her or even win her friendship during this time - and just as easy to make an enemy of this vicious woman with a poor first impression.
Tierney has a sharp memory for the behavior and words of other wolves, and does not forget acts of kindness or treachery even long after they have been reciprocated.
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