Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 14:45:17 GMT -6
Years Rping: 84,569,193
Slot Used: Isles creation earned from the Anikira Raffle (can be found on discord) and the slot is on my main account
How you found Us: If you like Pina Coladas
Birthday: February 25 2015
Species: Isles Wolf
Height: 36 inches
Weight: 100 pounds
Coat Color: Caramel point with a dappled streak up the bridge of her nose.
Eye Color: Diluted light blue
Health Issues: Suffers from PTSD
Other Information: Small unnatural marking has been purchased
Mental Stability: Unstable
In the beginning there was only one Harbinger but times would soon change, positions would shift and lines would be drawn in the sand. Esme was born during a time of ultimate chaos - there had been war and with it came many casualties. Her mother was part of the Foeir faction, the faction ruled by Eroan. Despite him being young and inexperienced her mother was loyal whilst others wanted to break tradition and go with a more experienced leader. These wolves broke off to follow Traeliorn, a cocky inflated male that would surely lead them all to death or at least that was what her mother had thought. Esme however hadn’t been one of the lucky pups to be born on the external isles for safety, she had been born right upon Nybur in the thick of it all. Her mother hadn’t intended to become pregnant, in fact the pregnancy had been a complete surprise. She was in the throes of labor when she was captured and taken. From the moment Esme experienced life she was thrown to the flames. She was expected to be a product of war, a death machine. She remained only with her mother to be fed and in those rare moments her mother tried to drill into her head that they were Foeir, that they would always be Foeir, and she believed her. But as she grew she became less and less manageable. She was terrified of confrontation and was beaten whenever she bulked at the slightest hint of hurting another.
Her mother was killed before her very eyes as a means to getting her to listen, to do what was asked of her. But Esme would never touch another wolf of her true faction the Foeir. So she ran, willing to risk death itself if it meant escaping. She was a year old when the war came to a halt. There wasn’t exactly peace but there wasn’t fighting. Both sides had received mass casualties and their numbers were depleted. Esme managed to escape and return back to Nybur, recognized by those who had known her mother Petra. Adjusting to normal life had been hard for Esme. She was unaccustomed to the peace and certain things would trigger her. Loud noises, scuffles, anything of the sort would send her reeling. It was easy for her to become volatile at the drop of a hat and others labeled her as unstable because of it. It was rumored she had “one to many screws loose” upstairs and it was easy for her to feel as though she didn’t fit in. Without her mother she felt alone and depleted. When the strange wolves had arrived from Anikira it was like an answer to her prayers. She fled with them off to the new land, hoping to put it all behind her. But her nightmares would continue to follow her there, digging their claws into her and refusing to release her. She was still a prisoner of war in her head and that would not change.
Esme has a very erratic personality. Everything she does is unbalanced and spontaneous. Not much thought goes into her decisions which often results in consequences. She can be flighty and fragile but in the next moment volatile and aggressive. No one is ever quite certain what they are going to get with her, which side of her they will be dealing with. At heart Esme is a very kind and gentle soul who just wants to love and be loved, who just wants safety and happiness for all. However her mind has been so contorted that is sometimes difficult for her to determine what is real and what is imagined which results in her erratic behavior. She is terrified of the dark, of loud noises, her PTSD causes her to spiral often. She is quick to lash out and then will cry in the next instant. She is a product of war, damaged goods. She requires plenty of patience and understanding and if you don’t have it then you might as well not even bother wasting your time. She tries to see the good in everyone, she tries to accept everyone because she herself yearns for acceptance. She does not handle rejection easily, she can become spiteful and mean. She has a barbed tongue and isn’t afraid to use it. She can sometimes come off as rude and misspoken because she has no true filter. However she comes with one final label- misunderstood.