AVATAR CREDITS: LEIGH
Name
Mnemosyne "North"
Mnemosyne "North"
Height
Short
Short
Fur Color
eggshell, chocolate
eggshell, chocolate
Sex & Gender
Female
Female
Weight
Extra Light
Extra Light
Eyes
#e6f7fe
Age
5 years (2018-07-21)
5 years (2018-07-21)
Build
Petite
Petite
Species
Timber Wolf
Timber Wolf
Appearance
♔
—
oh, no no. don't flatter me.—
Sculpted from clay splattered with paint. A body not necessarily unique, long legged and slim in appearance. The young woman's pelt on the other hand is something entirely new. Body a mixture of eggshell and cream, speckled with ivory. Her face, once a blank canvas, now splotched with coffee. Uneven and asymmetrical, yet balanced and contained. The rounded fur passed down through generations frames her cheeks, growing longer as it dangles from her tail. At first glance, average in every way. But after first impressions, she will forever be the only wolf to wear her face.
Personality
♔
—
hold me tight and don't let go.—
A hopeless romantic. Well, almost. They say a picture holds a thousand words. Not given the privilege of having a voice, this she-wolf can still speak volumes even despite her quiet and calm demeanor. Opinionated and stubborn, passionate towards her beliefs and values. North is not one to enjoy confrontation, though this is mainly due to her inability to properly argue. Otherwise she would burn through the hearts of her opponents and leave them contemplating their existence. Charismatic, though not in the traditional sense. Perhaps a little unintentionally manipulative with her sweet smile and quiet demeanor.
History
She loved her family, but they did little to project her from the harsh realities of life.
North was a happy pup in her younger days. Grew up alongside her siblings and for the longest time, had no idea that her lack of speech was a trait the world would eventually shame her for. Told that she was "perfect" by her mother, told he was just a little "different" by her father. North grew up always knowing there was something off about herself, but her parents shielded her from the struggles she'd face in the future. It wasn't their fault. All they wanted was to make sure their daughter didn't grow up feeling broken or incomplete. But the young wolf wasn't like her brothers and sisters, she never would be like her brothers and sisters, and yet she was told she was. And that was simply a lie, a lie that would blind her later in life and lead to endless heartbreak. For she could not prepare herself for something she didn't know was coming.
The she-wolf was never bullied, at least, not exactly. Though she was shunned by her community and flew under the radar despite her cries for help, all because she was, literally, quiet and didn't cause any trouble. The other pups around her age, the ones who acted out, were also the ones to receive attention and help from their families or fellow packmates. But North? No, she kept to herself and because she didn't make a fuss about every little thing, she was deemed "fine" enough to be left to deal with her own problems. Physically, she was never isolated. And yet she never felt more lonely.
She was still young when it happened, when their pack was raided. Along with her brothers and sisters, the pup was swiftly taken away, removed from the chaos as quickly as possible and kept safe from the battle. North never really saw what happened, but that was the day she found out that her uncle and cousin had been killed, and that was the day when she learned loss could truly change someone. She cowered in fear as someone she loved dearly, Leigh, went rabid with grief. It was her father who kicked the she-wolf out, and North watched as the dark wolf walked into the shadows, never to return. In reality, she lost three family members because of that day.
Around the time she turned two, the young woman came across a rather interesting fellow. He claimed that he did not see her as broken or incomplete, but he also made sure to acknowledge her differences and struggles. For the first time, North met someone who truly understood. At least, that was what she thought. As usual, the two fell into what they thought was love, but their time together did not last very long. Food started going missing. But without a plan, the pack simply went on with their day, occasionally grumbling about the stolen prey. Until one evening, she found the culprit. And he was the wolf she loved.
He pleaded with her, telling her that he was stealing for the small group of wolves he had been traveling with. His own small pack. And he asked for her to come with him and the others, to leave her home and live with wolves who would truly understand and accept her. The offer was indeed tempting, but North couldn't bring herself to simply vanish and leave her family in even more sorrow. So she said "no" in her own silent way, and stomped with frustration over her lover's actions. Despite the love she felt for him, she was a wolf of justice. The theft was not right, and she was eager to make herself heard.
A fight broke out, and the two bickered back and forth, a meaningless argument that didn't seem to be leading anywhere. That until her heart was shattered beyond repair. When she was called a "cripple" and shunned by the only wolf she had ever seen spending her life with. He left her that day, and she never saw him again either. She didn't want to.
North never ran back to her parents in tears. She only stood there, shocked, before slowly turning to walk back towards her home. She told herself to smile, because no one would care if she cried. That was the day when she realized that, despite people telling her that she was perfect, despite them showing her respect or kindness, they would never see her as equal. They would forever see her as weaker, disabled, not fit for the job, too broken to understand complex ideas or too quiet for any of her thousands of thoughts and amazing ideas to be considered useful. The young woman left a short time afterwards, headed in the same direction that her aunt once took upon leaving. And she hoped that one that one day, she would find her aunt. Find wisdom and answers about why the world was so cruel.
Instead, she stumbled across another lost soul. Mnemosyne, she said her name was, and the two quickly became friends as they traveled the world together. They shared stories with each other, learned about one another's lives. North did the best she could to contribute to conversations, but her expressions and small drawings weren't always too clear. But her new friend didn't mind, and the young woman was once again filled with joy at the realization that she had been accepted, completely, regardless of her limitations. And yet, the two wouldn't walk side by side for very long, not as long as they had both hoped. One day, the pair stumbled across a river and stopped to take a sip. However, upon stepping into the water and reaching down to drink her fill, North's legs tangled as she slipped, only for the thick fur around her neck to be caught between the jaws of her friend. A panicked attempt it was, to prevent the girl from falling and being carried down a steep ledge in the earth. But this attempt failed, and instead of Mnemosyne pulling the painted wolf to safety, the weight was far too great and they both slipped down the waterfall and into the pool below.
North woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of a red thread.
North was a happy pup in her younger days. Grew up alongside her siblings and for the longest time, had no idea that her lack of speech was a trait the world would eventually shame her for. Told that she was "perfect" by her mother, told he was just a little "different" by her father. North grew up always knowing there was something off about herself, but her parents shielded her from the struggles she'd face in the future. It wasn't their fault. All they wanted was to make sure their daughter didn't grow up feeling broken or incomplete. But the young wolf wasn't like her brothers and sisters, she never would be like her brothers and sisters, and yet she was told she was. And that was simply a lie, a lie that would blind her later in life and lead to endless heartbreak. For she could not prepare herself for something she didn't know was coming.
The she-wolf was never bullied, at least, not exactly. Though she was shunned by her community and flew under the radar despite her cries for help, all because she was, literally, quiet and didn't cause any trouble. The other pups around her age, the ones who acted out, were also the ones to receive attention and help from their families or fellow packmates. But North? No, she kept to herself and because she didn't make a fuss about every little thing, she was deemed "fine" enough to be left to deal with her own problems. Physically, she was never isolated. And yet she never felt more lonely.
She was still young when it happened, when their pack was raided. Along with her brothers and sisters, the pup was swiftly taken away, removed from the chaos as quickly as possible and kept safe from the battle. North never really saw what happened, but that was the day she found out that her uncle and cousin had been killed, and that was the day when she learned loss could truly change someone. She cowered in fear as someone she loved dearly, Leigh, went rabid with grief. It was her father who kicked the she-wolf out, and North watched as the dark wolf walked into the shadows, never to return. In reality, she lost three family members because of that day.
Around the time she turned two, the young woman came across a rather interesting fellow. He claimed that he did not see her as broken or incomplete, but he also made sure to acknowledge her differences and struggles. For the first time, North met someone who truly understood. At least, that was what she thought. As usual, the two fell into what they thought was love, but their time together did not last very long. Food started going missing. But without a plan, the pack simply went on with their day, occasionally grumbling about the stolen prey. Until one evening, she found the culprit. And he was the wolf she loved.
He pleaded with her, telling her that he was stealing for the small group of wolves he had been traveling with. His own small pack. And he asked for her to come with him and the others, to leave her home and live with wolves who would truly understand and accept her. The offer was indeed tempting, but North couldn't bring herself to simply vanish and leave her family in even more sorrow. So she said "no" in her own silent way, and stomped with frustration over her lover's actions. Despite the love she felt for him, she was a wolf of justice. The theft was not right, and she was eager to make herself heard.
A fight broke out, and the two bickered back and forth, a meaningless argument that didn't seem to be leading anywhere. That until her heart was shattered beyond repair. When she was called a "cripple" and shunned by the only wolf she had ever seen spending her life with. He left her that day, and she never saw him again either. She didn't want to.
North never ran back to her parents in tears. She only stood there, shocked, before slowly turning to walk back towards her home. She told herself to smile, because no one would care if she cried. That was the day when she realized that, despite people telling her that she was perfect, despite them showing her respect or kindness, they would never see her as equal. They would forever see her as weaker, disabled, not fit for the job, too broken to understand complex ideas or too quiet for any of her thousands of thoughts and amazing ideas to be considered useful. The young woman left a short time afterwards, headed in the same direction that her aunt once took upon leaving. And she hoped that one that one day, she would find her aunt. Find wisdom and answers about why the world was so cruel.
Instead, she stumbled across another lost soul. Mnemosyne, she said her name was, and the two quickly became friends as they traveled the world together. They shared stories with each other, learned about one another's lives. North did the best she could to contribute to conversations, but her expressions and small drawings weren't always too clear. But her new friend didn't mind, and the young woman was once again filled with joy at the realization that she had been accepted, completely, regardless of her limitations. And yet, the two wouldn't walk side by side for very long, not as long as they had both hoped. One day, the pair stumbled across a river and stopped to take a sip. However, upon stepping into the water and reaching down to drink her fill, North's legs tangled as she slipped, only for the thick fur around her neck to be caught between the jaws of her friend. A panicked attempt it was, to prevent the girl from falling and being carried down a steep ledge in the earth. But this attempt failed, and instead of Mnemosyne pulling the painted wolf to safety, the weight was far too great and they both slipped down the waterfall and into the pool below.
North woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of a red thread.
She would have loved her family, but she never had the chance to meet them.
Born to a lone wolf in an abandoned den, her family was snatched away while their mother was out hunting for food and to fill her usually empty stomach. Mnemosyne's brothers and sisters were killed within moments, a group of hungry wanderers discovering the densite and deciding that the pups would make a nice snack. The one girl was spared, but only because she lied hidden beneath the leaves and moss that had since collected in the corners of the makeshift home, and lacked the privilege of making a sound to alert the trespassers to her presence. Those wolves were too desperate to think clearly, and left with what they could without searching further. Although her eyes were still closed and ears still flat, the pup could sense the death that filled the room, and she knew that she'd never have the chance to see the faces of her littermates.
The she-wolf was luckily discovered by her mother, and the two traveled together until the young woman reached around a year old and was ready to set off on her own. But life until then had not been easy. They fed on every last scrap, huddled together for warmth. And yet they were as distant as ever, the girl's mother too filled with grief to open her heart and express any type of love. This was survival, not living, and Mnemosyne quickly learned that life would not be kind, and that she'd have to fight for every single day.
It was clear to her that something was different. Her mother could speak and yet she couldn't. But the wolf had no other family to set the standard, and despite the few wayfarers the pair stumbled upon, it took her awhile to understand what a "normal" wolf was supposed to look like. But she quickly learned, and the young girl was left feeling incomplete with absolutely no comfort or support. So after twelve months, she set out on her own without question, leaving her mother behind. She loved the wolf who raised her, but their relationship was broken and it was time to move on.
The woman never found love, and prefered a life alone. That way, she didn't have to worry about taking care of someone else, just as she had taken care of her mother. Mnemosyne would live for herself this time, and she explored everything the world could offer, seeing bright red canyons and deep blue seas. She met the occasional wolf along the way, and always did her best to avoid conflict, though some of the strangers she stumbled across were quite pleasant and they'd spend a few days together before going their separate ways once more.
Life was rather good. Not the best, but fulfilling, exciting, and there was still so much more to see. That was until one night, when the girl was awoken by the sound of rustling and hushed voices. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but it quickly became clear that a group of loners was making an attempt to steal a kill she had made earlier that day. It wasn't large, just a plump rabbit. But she hadn't finished the meal after the catch and instead decided to save it for later, not realizing the mistake of leaving open food available for whoever stopped by.
She fought for her food. It was all she had, and building enough energy to chase after another rabbit, or even find a rabbit to begin with, wasn't a risk she was willing to take. It could take days until she even found a squirrel, and even more time to catch the darn thing. So Mnemosyne snapped at the intruders, something she hadn't been able to do when she was just a pup. Back then, the she-wolf hadn't been old or strong enough to fight for her brothers and sisters, and although a rabbit wasn't family, it was valuable and now, she was definitely old enough to fight back. This was her chance, to redeem herself in a way.
However, she eventually found herself outnumbered. Giving in and surrendering her meal, she thought her opponents would simply take the food and leave. But some wolves hold grudges, and they decided that just the food alone wasn't enough. So they bullied her, ripped fur from her tail and left her bloodied and scared. It was a harsh lesson, but it was also the day that the woman learned something valuable that her mother had not taught her. To know when to give up, and to know when a fight is worth it. Although the wounds eventually healed, the she-wolf was left conflicted over that night. She wasn't sure if she should hate, or thank, those intruders for what they did. Regardless, the event would haunt her for the rest of her life, appear in her dreams, or rather, nightmares, and she still wanted that rabbit. And now, it seemed that would be the last real encounter with another wolf.
Instead, she stumbled across another lost soul. North, she said her name was, and the two quickly became friends as they traveled the world together. They shared stories with each other, learned about one another's lives. Mnemosyne did the best she could to contribute to conversations, but her expressions and small drawings weren't always too clear. But her new friend didn't mind, and the young woman was once again filled with joy at the realization that she had been accepted, completely, regardless of her limitations. And yet, the two wouldn't walk side by side for very long, not as long as they had both hoped. One day, the pair stumbled across a river and stopped to take a sip. However, upon stepping into the water and reaching down to drink her fill, Mnemosyne's legs tangled as she slipped, only for the thick fur around her neck to be caught between the jaws of her friend. A panicked attempt it was, to prevent the girl from falling and being carried down a steep ledge in the earth. But this attempt failed, and instead of North pulling the painted wolf to safety, the weight was far too great and they both slipped down the waterfall and into the pool below.
Mnemosyne woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of her mother's eyes hidden within shadows.
Born to a lone wolf in an abandoned den, her family was snatched away while their mother was out hunting for food and to fill her usually empty stomach. Mnemosyne's brothers and sisters were killed within moments, a group of hungry wanderers discovering the densite and deciding that the pups would make a nice snack. The one girl was spared, but only because she lied hidden beneath the leaves and moss that had since collected in the corners of the makeshift home, and lacked the privilege of making a sound to alert the trespassers to her presence. Those wolves were too desperate to think clearly, and left with what they could without searching further. Although her eyes were still closed and ears still flat, the pup could sense the death that filled the room, and she knew that she'd never have the chance to see the faces of her littermates.
The she-wolf was luckily discovered by her mother, and the two traveled together until the young woman reached around a year old and was ready to set off on her own. But life until then had not been easy. They fed on every last scrap, huddled together for warmth. And yet they were as distant as ever, the girl's mother too filled with grief to open her heart and express any type of love. This was survival, not living, and Mnemosyne quickly learned that life would not be kind, and that she'd have to fight for every single day.
It was clear to her that something was different. Her mother could speak and yet she couldn't. But the wolf had no other family to set the standard, and despite the few wayfarers the pair stumbled upon, it took her awhile to understand what a "normal" wolf was supposed to look like. But she quickly learned, and the young girl was left feeling incomplete with absolutely no comfort or support. So after twelve months, she set out on her own without question, leaving her mother behind. She loved the wolf who raised her, but their relationship was broken and it was time to move on.
The woman never found love, and prefered a life alone. That way, she didn't have to worry about taking care of someone else, just as she had taken care of her mother. Mnemosyne would live for herself this time, and she explored everything the world could offer, seeing bright red canyons and deep blue seas. She met the occasional wolf along the way, and always did her best to avoid conflict, though some of the strangers she stumbled across were quite pleasant and they'd spend a few days together before going their separate ways once more.
Life was rather good. Not the best, but fulfilling, exciting, and there was still so much more to see. That was until one night, when the girl was awoken by the sound of rustling and hushed voices. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but it quickly became clear that a group of loners was making an attempt to steal a kill she had made earlier that day. It wasn't large, just a plump rabbit. But she hadn't finished the meal after the catch and instead decided to save it for later, not realizing the mistake of leaving open food available for whoever stopped by.
She fought for her food. It was all she had, and building enough energy to chase after another rabbit, or even find a rabbit to begin with, wasn't a risk she was willing to take. It could take days until she even found a squirrel, and even more time to catch the darn thing. So Mnemosyne snapped at the intruders, something she hadn't been able to do when she was just a pup. Back then, the she-wolf hadn't been old or strong enough to fight for her brothers and sisters, and although a rabbit wasn't family, it was valuable and now, she was definitely old enough to fight back. This was her chance, to redeem herself in a way.
However, she eventually found herself outnumbered. Giving in and surrendering her meal, she thought her opponents would simply take the food and leave. But some wolves hold grudges, and they decided that just the food alone wasn't enough. So they bullied her, ripped fur from her tail and left her bloodied and scared. It was a harsh lesson, but it was also the day that the woman learned something valuable that her mother had not taught her. To know when to give up, and to know when a fight is worth it. Although the wounds eventually healed, the she-wolf was left conflicted over that night. She wasn't sure if she should hate, or thank, those intruders for what they did. Regardless, the event would haunt her for the rest of her life, appear in her dreams, or rather, nightmares, and she still wanted that rabbit. And now, it seemed that would be the last real encounter with another wolf.
Instead, she stumbled across another lost soul. North, she said her name was, and the two quickly became friends as they traveled the world together. They shared stories with each other, learned about one another's lives. Mnemosyne did the best she could to contribute to conversations, but her expressions and small drawings weren't always too clear. But her new friend didn't mind, and the young woman was once again filled with joy at the realization that she had been accepted, completely, regardless of her limitations. And yet, the two wouldn't walk side by side for very long, not as long as they had both hoped. One day, the pair stumbled across a river and stopped to take a sip. However, upon stepping into the water and reaching down to drink her fill, Mnemosyne's legs tangled as she slipped, only for the thick fur around her neck to be caught between the jaws of her friend. A panicked attempt it was, to prevent the girl from falling and being carried down a steep ledge in the earth. But this attempt failed, and instead of North pulling the painted wolf to safety, the weight was far too great and they both slipped down the waterfall and into the pool below.
Mnemosyne woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of her mother's eyes hidden within shadows.
_____ woke up, vision blurry and head aching. Pulling herself from the water, mind a blur and fur soaked, it took minutes before the she-wolf realized what had happened. Suddenly filled with desperation and fear, she quickly searched for her friend. And she found her. Except, _____ would never wake up again.
She was dead, all because of a simple slip in a river.
_____ woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of an old friend.
She was dead, all because of a simple slip in a river.
_____ woke up in a strange place one day. Greeted with a lightning bolt that left a wolf in its place. This was a strange new world, and she swore that for a second, she caught a glimpse of an old friend.
Pack History
LONE WOLF
「 03.08.2021 —PRESENT 」
「 03.08.2021 —PRESENT 」
Recent Location
North has most recently been in Winterheart Forest, .
Recent Threads
04-21-2021 Too little of you for my songs in Winterheart Forest
03-10-2021 Too little to do for too long and in
03-08-2021 a basket of roses in
Skills
Achievements
Art Gallery
Fun Facts
· Mnemosyne "North" is named after Mnemosyne, the primordial goddess of memory.
· Mnemosyne's backstory can be interpreted three different ways. One, Mnemosyne's story is her own and she simply recalls North's based on their conversations. Two, Mnemosyne survived the fall and stole North's identity out of guilt and to keep her memory alive. Or three, Mnemosyne unintentionally took North's identity out of confusion.
· "North"'s fur is actually curly!
· Although her patterning resembles a turkish van cat, her colors and face markings are closer to a showshoe cat.
· (Leigh OOC here!) My characters can't seem to get a break. Leigh, upon entering Teekons, was greeted with an unfamiliar and flirtatious wolf. "North", upon entering Canis, was greeted with a wolf sent down to earth through a bolt of lighting and was of course, flirtatious as heck too.
· Mnemosyne's backstory can be interpreted three different ways. One, Mnemosyne's story is her own and she simply recalls North's based on their conversations. Two, Mnemosyne survived the fall and stole North's identity out of guilt and to keep her memory alive. Or three, Mnemosyne unintentionally took North's identity out of confusion.
· "North"'s fur is actually curly!
· Although her patterning resembles a turkish van cat, her colors and face markings are closer to a showshoe cat.
· (Leigh OOC here!) My characters can't seem to get a break. Leigh, upon entering Teekons, was greeted with an unfamiliar and flirtatious wolf. "North", upon entering Canis, was greeted with a wolf sent down to earth through a bolt of lighting and was of course, flirtatious as heck too.
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04-26-2024 at 08:50 AM
04-26-2024 at 08:50 AM
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Member Since
03-08-2021
03-08-2021
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