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[21.12.01] - well well well.... look who we have here, a new Taikan because all of my current ones left :')
⤝ Saya ⤞
"Swift arrows"

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Info
Name: Saya
Past Names/Nicknames: “Selsabase”
Name Meaning:
    [Saya] - “the last remnant of her parents naming her, though she doesn’t recall much of them, the way her mother spoke her name is still fresh in her mind”
    [Selsabase] - “childhood gibberish with her sisters, no one else really knows this nickname and is used almost exclusively within her family”

Gender: Female
Age: Adult (Approximately 3 years)
Born: September 27th
    Waning Gibbous Moon (Rowan)
    The Thinker
Intellectual, often introverted. Calm, collected, rarely appears troubled. Guarded, sometimes distrustful. Rowan trees often grow in unexpected places, such as mountainsides, and so are symbolic of tenacity. They are also thought to ward off evil spirits.

Territory: Taika

Rank: 0 | darys (healer..?)
[Previously: n/a]

Abilities/Purchases:
- n/a

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Appearances
Build:
  Despite her short stature, Saya is nimble and well muscled. With relatively small paws, her appearance can come across as rather dainty, much to her chagrin. Still, it plays to her favour of being quiet amongst the brush.
Pelt:
  A generally darker wolf, Saya’s fur is layered and ruffled around her face and neck. It’s well acquainted with the buffeting winds and cold chill of frost.
Eyes:
  Dark brown with a slight sliver of gold. A tiny bit of sly mischief dances in the corner.
Height & Weight:
    70cm & 36kg

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Personality
"all the ways to overcome"

{Personality Type: ISTJ - A “The Logistician”

{Mannerisms
Empathetic, forgiving, and vitriolic, Saya is a mixed bag.

    Sheltered as a child, the girl has a sweet face and generally unassuming stature, though that doesn’t always translate into being the perfect child. She’s not proud of the person she used to be, especially in her younger years. Selfish and controlling in her youth, the navy wolf consciously reminds herself to become better in the present day. Saya has never been empathetic from the start, so her attempts to befriend and be an understanding shoulder to lean on can seem performative or out of character for those who know her past.

    She thinks it stems from how her parents left her, it’s certainly the most logical reasoning. Saya despises having no control. She craves it like a starving wolf craves flesh. Nowadays, the wolf is working on relinquishing that power to others, with very little success at least. It makes her distrustfulness even more apparent with the divvying up of tasks.

    With even the slightest doubt, Saya is quick to offer her help, even if her skillset isn’t much better. She always assumes the worst outcome will happen when important tasks are involved, and when called out for it, she’s quick to become defensive and upset. Ultimately, the navy wolf will come around to apologize, most likely with coaxing from her sisters.

    The children she grew up with in her youth, the three that she has come to consider her new sisters have her utmost respect, and while Saya still doesn’t fully let go of her need for authority around them, they certainly bring out a much softer side to the navy wolf, one that’s more playful and vulnerable. When push comes to shove, she’s not above resorting to aggression when they are threatened.

{Development}

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Other
Likes:
    - certainty, control/authority, rationale
Dislikes:
    - whatever the fuck this island bullshit is
Favourites:
    - her sisters <3
    - grandmother
OOC Facts & Trivia:
  - D&D FTW
  - Voice Claim: [ Fire with Fire - AlicebanD]

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Historya hundred days 0-24 months
Her mother would tell her that, the night she was born, the moon shone with a deep crimson. Saya had always found it fascinating, relishing in the attention as her parents’ only child, fantasizing about being special enough to be marked by a blood moon. However idyllic her sheltered life might have been, only a few months had passed before winter set in, and her parents were swept away with the frost and snow. Many others had passed within the first wave, but losing both parents as a 5 month old pup brought unexpected struggle to the navy furred wolf.

It was only when Grandmother found her by her old tree hollow that Saya realized she missed the comfort of others and took to her care like a duckling to water. The old she-wolf wasn’t actually her grandmother, but she always insisted on being called such, and as a child, Saya had no qualms with it. With Grandmother she met the faces of 3 other wayward pups who she would soon grow up with.

The following spring was spent acclimating to this new family, but she had been so lonely before that Saya was completely won over with having siblings to play with and pretend. The months turned to years and she grew into a sociable, albeit rigid wolf.

She liked structure, certainty, and control. However, that didn’t translate into a healthy friendship with others. They had all started off well, joking around with each other, laughing late into the sunset, even joining each other in their hunts for small prey. But Saya was one who never fared well with spontaneity. The moment things went wrong, small mistakes, bad luck, or even poor planning would not slip by unnoticed, and the more she noticed, the tighter her grip became.

of bright light 24-36 months
Perhaps she should’ve known that they would all leave her. Everything spiralled out of control when Osirus’ body was found floating in Melusine. Fractured among the south, once friends became strangers to her as their differing beliefs reared their heads. With her friends moving in different directions, Saya relinquished herself to be with family instead, promising to stay together as they moved to the south with Morgur and his followers.

But their problems didn’t end there.

The following fall brought poison to Ismintis. Something bad in the water that made wolves go mad. She hadn’t known about it at first until she had drank it. Whispers, headaches, and paranoia clouded her judgement. Saya stumbled about through the south, unusually angry until someone finally snapped and berated her behaviour, telling the girl that she was undeniably unbearable to be around.

When she came to her senses, the wolf found her sisters mourning their Grandmother. She had passed away quietly while they were out fetching fresh water from the Land’s Tears, but when they returned, Grandmother was already gone, a fading, unfamiliar scent on the wind and a damp spot where a ball of moss formerly sat.

Spurred by guilt, the shortest sister awoke a different wolf in the morning. Someone much calmer, a bit more reserved, and undoubtedly restrained took her place. The tendrils of her rigidness shrunk back onto herself, residing in her shoulders as she attempted to carry the burdens of her sisters instead. Saya couldn’t say anything to redeem herself in the eyes of her family, but she didn’t want to be alone again.

The winter months passed by without notice as she tried to reinvent herself, sometimes with little to no avail as her old habits got the best of her. Come spring, the girl was still a darys, wandering the south with little purpose. However, with summer approaching, the ocean did as well.

It was always one disaster after another, no matter how big or small. They ran, aimless but together to survive the wave. She had never seen anything like it before, the water rose high like the cliffs and battered them like a solid sheet of hail only this time it could drown you as well. The sisters managed to crawl their way to safety before discovering a Skydas patrol who informed them of their packmates’ whereabouts, safe within Skydas.

chrysalis 36 months - current
Late summer was spent nestled in the east, burdened by uncertainty and idle paws. This was the sign she needed, the sign that she wished she didn’t need in the first place. When she returned to the south, Saya vowed to begin anew again, better this time.

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Relationships
〈 demisexual | demiromantic 〉

[family tree]

Parents: ??? (Father, NPC, Deceased), ??? (Mother, NPC, Deceased)
Guardian: Grandmother (NPC, Deceased)
Siblings: Béla (Taika, Kite), Maeve (Taika, Paper), Zoga (Taika, Mish)
Relatives: none!

Mate/Pups:
    none!

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Description
[21.12.01] - well well well.... look who we have here, a new Taikan because all of my current ones left :')
⤝ Saya ⤞
"Swift arrows"

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Info
Name: Saya
Past Names/Nicknames: “Selsabase”
Name Meaning:
    [Saya] - “the last remnant of her parents naming her, though she doesn’t recall much of them, the way her mother spoke her name is still fresh in her mind”
    [Selsabase] - “childhood gibberish with her sisters, no one else really knows this nickname and is used almost exclusively within her family”

Gender: Female
Age: Adult (Approximately 3 years)
Born: September 27th
    Waning Gibbous Moon (Rowan)
    The Thinker
Intellectual, often introverted. Calm, collected, rarely appears troubled. Guarded, sometimes distrustful. Rowan trees often grow in unexpected places, such as mountainsides, and so are symbolic of tenacity. They are also thought to ward off evil spirits.

Territory: Taika

Rank: 0 | darys (healer..?)
[Previously: n/a]

Abilities/Purchases:
- n/a

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Appearances
Build:
  Despite her short stature, Saya is nimble and well muscled. With relatively small paws, her appearance can come across as rather dainty, much to her chagrin. Still, it plays to her favour of being quiet amongst the brush.
Pelt:
  A generally darker wolf, Saya’s fur is layered and ruffled around her face and neck. It’s well acquainted with the buffeting winds and cold chill of frost.
Eyes:
  Dark brown with a slight sliver of gold. A tiny bit of sly mischief dances in the corner.
Height & Weight:
    70cm & 36kg

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Personality
"all the ways to overcome"

{Personality Type: ISTJ - A “The Logistician”

{Mannerisms
Empathetic, forgiving, and vitriolic, Saya is a mixed bag.

    Sheltered as a child, the girl has a sweet face and generally unassuming stature, though that doesn’t always translate into being the perfect child. She’s not proud of the person she used to be, especially in her younger years. Selfish and controlling in her youth, the navy wolf consciously reminds herself to become better in the present day. Saya has never been empathetic from the start, so her attempts to befriend and be an understanding shoulder to lean on can seem performative or out of character for those who know her past.

    She thinks it stems from how her parents left her, it’s certainly the most logical reasoning. Saya despises having no control. She craves it like a starving wolf craves flesh. Nowadays, the wolf is working on relinquishing that power to others, with very little success at least. It makes her distrustfulness even more apparent with the divvying up of tasks.

    With even the slightest doubt, Saya is quick to offer her help, even if her skillset isn’t much better. She always assumes the worst outcome will happen when important tasks are involved, and when called out for it, she’s quick to become defensive and upset. Ultimately, the navy wolf will come around to apologize, most likely with coaxing from her sisters.

    The children she grew up with in her youth, the three that she has come to consider her new sisters have her utmost respect, and while Saya still doesn’t fully let go of her need for authority around them, they certainly bring out a much softer side to the navy wolf, one that’s more playful and vulnerable. When push comes to shove, she’s not above resorting to aggression when they are threatened.

{Development}

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Other
Likes:
    - certainty, control/authority, rationale
Dislikes:
    - whatever the fuck this island bullshit is
Favourites:
    - her sisters <3
    - grandmother
OOC Facts & Trivia:
  - D&D FTW
  - Voice Claim: [ Fire with Fire - AlicebanD]

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Historya hundred days 0-24 months
Her mother would tell her that, the night she was born, the moon shone with a deep crimson. Saya had always found it fascinating, relishing in the attention as her parents’ only child, fantasizing about being special enough to be marked by a blood moon. However idyllic her sheltered life might have been, only a few months had passed before winter set in, and her parents were swept away with the frost and snow. Many others had passed within the first wave, but losing both parents as a 5 month old pup brought unexpected struggle to the navy furred wolf.

It was only when Grandmother found her by her old tree hollow that Saya realized she missed the comfort of others and took to her care like a duckling to water. The old she-wolf wasn’t actually her grandmother, but she always insisted on being called such, and as a child, Saya had no qualms with it. With Grandmother she met the faces of 3 other wayward pups who she would soon grow up with.

The following spring was spent acclimating to this new family, but she had been so lonely before that Saya was completely won over with having siblings to play with and pretend. The months turned to years and she grew into a sociable, albeit rigid wolf.

She liked structure, certainty, and control. However, that didn’t translate into a healthy friendship with others. They had all started off well, joking around with each other, laughing late into the sunset, even joining each other in their hunts for small prey. But Saya was one who never fared well with spontaneity. The moment things went wrong, small mistakes, bad luck, or even poor planning would not slip by unnoticed, and the more she noticed, the tighter her grip became.

of bright light 24-36 months
Perhaps she should’ve known that they would all leave her. Everything spiralled out of control when Osirus’ body was found floating in Melusine. Fractured among the south, once friends became strangers to her as their differing beliefs reared their heads. With her friends moving in different directions, Saya relinquished herself to be with family instead, promising to stay together as they moved to the south with Morgur and his followers.

But their problems didn’t end there.

The following fall brought poison to Ismintis. Something bad in the water that made wolves go mad. She hadn’t known about it at first until she had drank it. Whispers, headaches, and paranoia clouded her judgement. Saya stumbled about through the south, unusually angry until someone finally snapped and berated her behaviour, telling the girl that she was undeniably unbearable to be around.

When she came to her senses, the wolf found her sisters mourning their Grandmother. She had passed away quietly while they were out fetching fresh water from the Land’s Tears, but when they returned, Grandmother was already gone, a fading, unfamiliar scent on the wind and a damp spot where a ball of moss formerly sat.

Spurred by guilt, the shortest sister awoke a different wolf in the morning. Someone much calmer, a bit more reserved, and undoubtedly restrained took her place. The tendrils of her rigidness shrunk back onto herself, residing in her shoulders as she attempted to carry the burdens of her sisters instead. Saya couldn’t say anything to redeem herself in the eyes of her family, but she didn’t want to be alone again.

The winter months passed by without notice as she tried to reinvent herself, sometimes with little to no avail as her old habits got the best of her. Come spring, the girl was still a darys, wandering the south with little purpose. However, with summer approaching, the ocean did as well.

It was always one disaster after another, no matter how big or small. They ran, aimless but together to survive the wave. She had never seen anything like it before, the water rose high like the cliffs and battered them like a solid sheet of hail only this time it could drown you as well. The sisters managed to crawl their way to safety before discovering a Skydas patrol who informed them of their packmates’ whereabouts, safe within Skydas.

chrysalis 36 months - current
Late summer was spent nestled in the east, burdened by uncertainty and idle paws. This was the sign she needed, the sign that she wished she didn’t need in the first place. When she returned to the south, Saya vowed to begin anew again, better this time.

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Relationships
〈 demisexual | demiromantic 〉

[family tree]

Parents: ??? (Father, NPC, Deceased), ??? (Mother, NPC, Deceased)
Guardian: Grandmother (NPC, Deceased)
Siblings: Béla (Taika, Kite), Maeve (Taika, Paper), Zoga (Taika, Mish)
Relatives: none!

Mate/Pups:
    none!

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Contact: Docs
Random Events: OPT IN