"With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite."Sleeping At Last - Saturn
[ RP INFO ]
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↳ Status: [x] Alive |  Dead |  Dormant |  Inactive
↳ Contact: [x] Skype, [x] Discord, [x] Notes,  Google Docs,  Other (please specify)
↳ RP Maturity Level: everything except M18+
↳ RP Style: literature, 3rd person
[ GENERAL INFORMATION ]
Nicknames: Moth (even more common than her name), Ana
Age: 1.5 years old [Young Adult]
Sex | Gender: female | female
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: heterosexual | demiromantic
Relationship Status: single
Current attractions: none
Past attractions: ?
Sex Drive: Low
Pack Rank: Gan'Aos (omega) | aspiring Pamaba (The Priestess)
[ APPEARANCE ]
Eye Color: caramel
Height: 31.5" (current) | 32" (adult)
Weight: 70 lbs (current), 80 lbs (healthy)
Fur: thick, though just of average length, except for the tail, shoulders and cheeks - the fur gets longer there. Pelt colour is chestnut brown with pale red patches on her face and a little on her back. The underbelly is light cream.
Body Type: small, lean and athletic with little muscle weight, hardly built for fighting. As Moth ages, she'll gain more strength.
Scent: cold water and sun-heated dust
[lively and sharp, her voice sounds a bit childish, but has some tendency to sound raspy because of lack of talking] Other:
[ PERSONALITY ]
loyal | generous | kind
sarcastic | quiet | secretive
poor-spirited | will-less | distrustful
Once Moth picks the ones she respects it'll take them to do something unbelievable to make her turn on them, even slightly. She remembers everything good everyone has ever done for her and is willing to accept others' mistakes and downsides.
For now, this generosity comes out of guilt for failing to cure the pup in Ty'Koga - Moth tries to cheer herself up by bringing happiness to others. But outside of her guilt lock Moth was willing to share everything she has.
Though this is not the trait she became a healer in her birth pack for, it definitely helped to establish a good relationship both with her packmates and patients. Her facial features make her smile very sweet and even childish which usually leaves a good impression about her.
. A temporary state because Moth is afraid to reveal why she had come to FellWood. Better to keep silent than to let too many cats out of too many bags.
Talkative she might have been, Moth rarely spoke of herself or others just because she didn't want others to know much about her or her beliefs.
A trait she lacks for the time being as for now she doesn't talk much, not about herself to be precise. But otherwise, she's quite sharp-tongued and can stand up for herself and for those close to her.
She's terrified at the very thought of being found and, thus, punished. As well as that, Moth is afraid of treating others as she believes that everything she does is wrong and will only harm her patients. This, however, doesn't mean she'll whine about her condition and seek for support openly.
Though not suffering from a depression, Moth is deeply upset because of the discouraging experience with Ayashe.
Kind she might be, Moth's true trust is hard to gain, even though it may look like she's ready to fall into someone's embrace. This also means that before she considers someone her true friend, she will most probably be able to back away from her to-be friend easily.
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Religion: none | curious about FellWood gods, will eventually seek support in their beliefs and presence
[ HISTORY ]
A usual child of common wolves, Moth was loved and cherished as a normal pup should. Though not spoiled because of lack of any siblings, she developed a rather sharp tongue thanks to her father. Sol was a strict parent, sometimes even overly so, to the point that after one incident Moth was scarred for life: she gets scared when something doesn't work at once. Even though she was soon cheered up by her mother, the fear of failure still haunts her.
Later on, this affected her choice of task. She thought herself incapable of protecting her pack or even helping on a hunt- not only because of the mental barrier but also because she's smaller than an average wolf. So she somehow assumed that being a herbalist would be much safer and would save her from having to deal with responsibility. Well, the Ty'Koga wolves were experienced enough and rarely got hurt, giving Moth little problems to worry about.
Until one day when Pompeii brought little pup right to Moth's paws and told her to save it. Ayashe, the name Mothana will never forget. The name that makes her shiver with shame and guilt.
The pup was so small and malnourished that Moth could circle it with her front paws and fully embrace if she lay down. Moth was at a loss, she had never encountered anything like that and wasn't prepared to see the abandoned Ayashe. She was slowly dying right before Moth's eyes and she couldn't help her. Her quiet cries of pain scratched Ana's heart deeper than any bear could ever scar. And nothing was helping, nor water, nor herbs, nor food, nor warmth Moth tried to give to Ayashe's small shivering body.
Ayashe was dying and Moth... had failed again. Panic-stricken, she gave the pup a different medicine in hope she would recover after it. But it had no effect. In desperation that others and Pompeii would blame her for this failure, she abandoned her post, her duties, her patient and her pack.
As it turned out, the herbs took a bit longer to ease Aya's stomachache, allowing her to eat just enough to survive. If Moth hadn't panicked, she would have welcomed Ayashe healthy and alive the next day. But until these days Moth os unaware that she had indeed succeeded in saving her little patient.
Depressed and shaken, she went silent. No sharp or witty remarks escaped her mouth anymore. For days she roamed neutral territories, caring little about her own state until her ribs began to show up from under her pelt. Moth needed a pack to survive. Too scared and ashamed to return, she went to FellWood as it had been the closest pack she could make to.
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[ TRACKERS ]
[ EXTRAS ]
Father: Sol | NPC, Presumed alive
Mother: Notah | NPC, Presumed alive
Siblings: none yet
Other Significant Family: none
- someone patronizing over her
- "You smell of dust." "That's the scent of sunshine."
- she was named Moth after her butterfly-looking mask on her face, the suffix -ana- came later;
- she is the first and only child of her parents (as of joining FellWood);
- she never complains about her mental state, instead, she keeps everything to herself;
- she is very perceptive and often daydreams;
- (man she was supposed to be anything but a healer, be fiery and stuff, untamed warrior buT HERE SHE IS);
- (welp, everything could change haha);
- she looks almost like a juvenile, especially when smiles;
- she has a lot of knowledge as a healer, she's just scared to present and use it;