Reformed into Canis, Eris lead a caged, tormented life in her previous one. Barbarically chained and thrown into a cold cell, she was one of many rather unfortunate animals mistreated.
She was born and whipped away from her Mothers cradle, to endure her years in a laboratory for experimental psychiatric treatment.
The blood that courses her veins in her present still pumps the toxicity of it all and with the deprivation of interaction with other wolves scarring her mind, it was only inevitable the rebirth of Eris would be one full of lunacy and insanity.
Years of yearning for a friend, she has a very unsettled sweet side to her, longing to find comfort in others, to find a normal friendship. But the onyx madwoman is a plague, and she has a pocket full of her own triggers that are her posies. With constant flashbacks in the form of nightmares, she has no idea of her past but plays reels in her mind of events that traumatized her.
The odd, sweet nature of hers can very quickly fade and take a turn for the hideous worst, as the dormant fiend within her will rise if prodded with the wrong pitchfork — threats and violence are what awakens the blood-thirsty fiend.
Relatively diminutive in size, she can’t rival the Goliaths that paw at the earth here.