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Created 8/03/2022
*Trigger warning: discussion of disease and death in adolescent history*
.G E N E R A L.
Name: Devora Odette Erwood
Nickname[s]: Dev, Devon, Odie
Alias[es]: n/a

Age: 4y. 8m.
Pronouns: she/her
Orientation[s]: Homolenient cisgender female

Faction: Volaires
Rank: Inferí
Task: n/a

Height: 32”
Weight: 120lb

Scar[s]: n/a
Scent: sandalwood, burning umber
Voice Claim: Yennefer of Vengerburg, The Witcher III

.P E R S O N A L.
ISTJ-A “The Logistician”

[Direct] [Dutiful] [Practical] [Orderly] [Stubborn] [Insensitive] [Self-sabotaging]

Devora prides herself upon her faithfulness and integrity. While blunt, her words are always honest and deliberate, not unalike to her actions, which never ceases to follow through on commitment.
While she may not be particularly flashy or attention-seeking, she does more than their share to keep society on a sturdy, stable foundation.
As long as her duties are clear, Devora is a committed, hard working packmate with a great reverence for authority; though one may say too much. While her peers may indulge in luxuries like fermented berries at the end of the work day, or a midday nap, Devora fully commits herself to her work even if it saps the utter life out of her.

This doesn’t come at a complete downfall, however. Devora has earned the respect from her peers for her reliability, practicality and her ability to remain grounded and level-headed; regardless of the stress weighing on her shoulders.
Since she was a pup, she has had compassion for the underdog and for injustice. While she may not understand why she has garnered a negative reputation for being intimidating, she has utilized this to her advantage in the rare occasion she feels compelled to speak for justice.
While Devora has a sensitivity to injustice, interpersonal relationships are a struggle for her as she finds it difficult to empathize with those if their experiences are different than hers. To truly see eye-to-eye with her, one must be extremely clear about their wants for her to analyze and produce a solution.

Blood
Colette x Seren
Sariah [d], Lade [d]
No other known family

Partners:
n/a

Lineage:
n/a
.B A C K S T O R Y.
Early History
Born as a single pup of her mother’s only blood, Devora has always been cherished and protected; though as she’d grow into her paws, she’d soon grow annoyed by the constant coddling. Her dear mother Colette in her infinite wisdom taught Devora under a watchful eye, planting seeds of discipline whenever she could. Her adopted sister Sariah and Lade, as they were a year ahead of her, would do their best to assuage Devora from her life of rebellion and sharp tongue. These attempts would render futile however, and she’d continue to disobey her parents and seclude herself from her peers.

Adolescent History
As the siblings grew older, Devora proved time and time again that she’d march to the beat of her own drum. Her siblings, on the other hand, would spend the majority of their time in The Holding with a mysteriously-progressing cough or muscle ache instead of spending it hot on the heels of their rebellious sister. As Sariah and Lade had been adopted from a nomadic pack outside of Volaires, their genetic differences would soon reveal themselves with time. While Volaires wolves were taller and regal, Sariah and Lade were classically rogue-built, with lankier limbs and sparser fur. It was difficult as is to raise them up to par with Devora and the rest of pack’s adolescents, but with their impending genetic conditions that came along with their rogue heritage, the Odette twins would soon visit the Mesana more and more, growing acquainted to The Holding far beyond what they had hoped.
Their genetic disease was unlike any Mesana or elderly wolf had ever seen. Once, it was an incessant cough that’d halt whatever task they were doing and alert any wolf in the area to stare or run away for fear of exposure. It didn’t take long before the two would spend hours, then days, then overnights at the Mesana’s den.
Their bones weakened, their skin formed into a loose hide and conformed to their spine like a blanket… It was grotesque, and it wasn’t until the Mesana quarantined the twins away from the pack that the Mesanas came to understand that the disease was rogue-born, and non-contagious. Once the Mesanas gave the all-clear, their worried parents and confused Devora rushed in and never once left their sides.
This time in Devora’s life became known as a severely traumatic period; she would gaze upon her siblings, once playful and alive, now merely wheezing husks sprawled across the Mesana’s floor. Devora’s mother took this suffrage especially hard. She’d recluse, and a glaze over her eyes would form. While Devora had little interest nor time anymore to partake in her usual miscreant behaviors, whenever she did act out beyond her parent’s wisdom, she noticed it went unacknowledged. Her mother would simply be silent, while her father had enough energy to offer a disinterested gaze, only to fall back to the ground.

While it’d be easy to say Devora gradually learned independence, there must have been a “magical” day in which everything hit her at once. The reality of her siblings dying and her parents reclusing themselves only to continue to accompany her sibling’s dying bodies, or working as mindless laborers for the pack truly hit the young wolf with full force. She had to grow up, and fast. The pack expected her to provide for herself, and since her parents were in such shock, she knew the only one responsible for her was herself.

Now two years old, Colette and Seren were graciously retired into the pack’s Lueurs after their offspring’s untimely deaths. They had served the pack for as long as they could, and once the rest of the pack realized they no longer had the mental capacity to move on from their grief, their only way to thank them for their service and keep them revered in the pack was to retire them into the role of Lueur.
While the loss of her siblings weighed hard, unusually enough, her parent’s retirement-- or, “loss” in a way-- felt like just another grain of sand in the loss she had suffered. Her focus was set on attaining status in the pack, continuing her work with the community, and honing focus on training. Hopefully, she’d remind herself, with this,she could distract herself from the dark reality of her losses and focus all of her attention on progressing forward. After all, there’s no point in wallowing in the past. There’s a future to be had, and it’s what Sariah and Lade would’ve wanted.

Present History
Three years have passed since her sibling’s passing, and every day, Devora trains and develops her skills in the pack. Her dream is to one day serve as Volíel of Volaires. Not only is she a loyalist to Volaires, she personally believes she is in great debt to them for their reverence of her parents. Her father before her had served as Volíel, and his father before him. Now, she believes she must take up the mantle-- to Devora, it’s the only way to truly and finally honor and respect them.

For now, however, she remains an Inferí. However, she believes she can occupy her time by training consistently; and by never slacking off like the rest of her training peers, she’ll get there before any of them get the chance to swoop in and take the opportunity before her.
Her day-to-day roles encompass training, studying, and caring for her parents; leaving her little room to socialize and relax with her peers, even if she wanted to.
.G R O U P H I S T O R Y.
Reference created 8/03/2022
Plotted a future relationship with Havannah
.H E A R T.
Homolenient Polyamorous
Etc
Etc

.O T H E R.
Will include art, gift art, etc pertaining to her story. tba

[c] dom-ine 2022 you may not use this character for any reason!

Description

Created 8/03/2022
*Trigger warning: discussion of disease and death in adolescent history*
.G E N E R A L.
Name: Devora Odette Erwood
Nickname[s]: Dev, Devon, Odie
Alias[es]: n/a

Age: 4y. 8m.
Pronouns: she/her
Orientation[s]: Homolenient cisgender female

Faction: Volaires
Rank: Inferí
Task: n/a

Height: 32”
Weight: 120lb

Scar[s]: n/a
Scent: sandalwood, burning umber
Voice Claim: Yennefer of Vengerburg, The Witcher III

.P E R S O N A L.
ISTJ-A “The Logistician”

[Direct] [Dutiful] [Practical] [Orderly] [Stubborn] [Insensitive] [Self-sabotaging]

Devora prides herself upon her faithfulness and integrity. While blunt, her words are always honest and deliberate, not unalike to her actions, which never ceases to follow through on commitment.
While she may not be particularly flashy or attention-seeking, she does more than their share to keep society on a sturdy, stable foundation.
As long as her duties are clear, Devora is a committed, hard working packmate with a great reverence for authority; though one may say too much. While her peers may indulge in luxuries like fermented berries at the end of the work day, or a midday nap, Devora fully commits herself to her work even if it saps the utter life out of her.

This doesn’t come at a complete downfall, however. Devora has earned the respect from her peers for her reliability, practicality and her ability to remain grounded and level-headed; regardless of the stress weighing on her shoulders.
Since she was a pup, she has had compassion for the underdog and for injustice. While she may not understand why she has garnered a negative reputation for being intimidating, she has utilized this to her advantage in the rare occasion she feels compelled to speak for justice.
While Devora has a sensitivity to injustice, interpersonal relationships are a struggle for her as she finds it difficult to empathize with those if their experiences are different than hers. To truly see eye-to-eye with her, one must be extremely clear about their wants for her to analyze and produce a solution.

Blood
Colette x Seren
Sariah [d], Lade [d]
No other known family

Partners:
n/a

Lineage:
n/a
.B A C K S T O R Y.
Early History
Born as a single pup of her mother’s only blood, Devora has always been cherished and protected; though as she’d grow into her paws, she’d soon grow annoyed by the constant coddling. Her dear mother Colette in her infinite wisdom taught Devora under a watchful eye, planting seeds of discipline whenever she could. Her adopted sister Sariah and Lade, as they were a year ahead of her, would do their best to assuage Devora from her life of rebellion and sharp tongue. These attempts would render futile however, and she’d continue to disobey her parents and seclude herself from her peers.

Adolescent History
As the siblings grew older, Devora proved time and time again that she’d march to the beat of her own drum. Her siblings, on the other hand, would spend the majority of their time in The Holding with a mysteriously-progressing cough or muscle ache instead of spending it hot on the heels of their rebellious sister. As Sariah and Lade had been adopted from a nomadic pack outside of Volaires, their genetic differences would soon reveal themselves with time. While Volaires wolves were taller and regal, Sariah and Lade were classically rogue-built, with lankier limbs and sparser fur. It was difficult as is to raise them up to par with Devora and the rest of pack’s adolescents, but with their impending genetic conditions that came along with their rogue heritage, the Odette twins would soon visit the Mesana more and more, growing acquainted to The Holding far beyond what they had hoped.
Their genetic disease was unlike any Mesana or elderly wolf had ever seen. Once, it was an incessant cough that’d halt whatever task they were doing and alert any wolf in the area to stare or run away for fear of exposure. It didn’t take long before the two would spend hours, then days, then overnights at the Mesana’s den.
Their bones weakened, their skin formed into a loose hide and conformed to their spine like a blanket… It was grotesque, and it wasn’t until the Mesana quarantined the twins away from the pack that the Mesanas came to understand that the disease was rogue-born, and non-contagious. Once the Mesanas gave the all-clear, their worried parents and confused Devora rushed in and never once left their sides.
This time in Devora’s life became known as a severely traumatic period; she would gaze upon her siblings, once playful and alive, now merely wheezing husks sprawled across the Mesana’s floor. Devora’s mother took this suffrage especially hard. She’d recluse, and a glaze over her eyes would form. While Devora had little interest nor time anymore to partake in her usual miscreant behaviors, whenever she did act out beyond her parent’s wisdom, she noticed it went unacknowledged. Her mother would simply be silent, while her father had enough energy to offer a disinterested gaze, only to fall back to the ground.

While it’d be easy to say Devora gradually learned independence, there must have been a “magical” day in which everything hit her at once. The reality of her siblings dying and her parents reclusing themselves only to continue to accompany her sibling’s dying bodies, or working as mindless laborers for the pack truly hit the young wolf with full force. She had to grow up, and fast. The pack expected her to provide for herself, and since her parents were in such shock, she knew the only one responsible for her was herself.

Now two years old, Colette and Seren were graciously retired into the pack’s Lueurs after their offspring’s untimely deaths. They had served the pack for as long as they could, and once the rest of the pack realized they no longer had the mental capacity to move on from their grief, their only way to thank them for their service and keep them revered in the pack was to retire them into the role of Lueur.
While the loss of her siblings weighed hard, unusually enough, her parent’s retirement-- or, “loss” in a way-- felt like just another grain of sand in the loss she had suffered. Her focus was set on attaining status in the pack, continuing her work with the community, and honing focus on training. Hopefully, she’d remind herself, with this,she could distract herself from the dark reality of her losses and focus all of her attention on progressing forward. After all, there’s no point in wallowing in the past. There’s a future to be had, and it’s what Sariah and Lade would’ve wanted.

Present History
Three years have passed since her sibling’s passing, and every day, Devora trains and develops her skills in the pack. Her dream is to one day serve as Volíel of Volaires. Not only is she a loyalist to Volaires, she personally believes she is in great debt to them for their reverence of her parents. Her father before her had served as Volíel, and his father before him. Now, she believes she must take up the mantle-- to Devora, it’s the only way to truly and finally honor and respect them.

For now, however, she remains an Inferí. However, she believes she can occupy her time by training consistently; and by never slacking off like the rest of her training peers, she’ll get there before any of them get the chance to swoop in and take the opportunity before her.
Her day-to-day roles encompass training, studying, and caring for her parents; leaving her little room to socialize and relax with her peers, even if she wanted to.
.G R O U P H I S T O R Y.
Reference created 8/03/2022
Plotted a future relationship with Havannah
.H E A R T.
Homolenient Polyamorous
Etc
Etc

.O T H E R.
Will include art, gift art, etc pertaining to her story. tba

[c] dom-ine 2022 you may not use this character for any reason!