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My life, it comprises of losses,
and wins, and fails, and falls

_________________________________________________________________________

🎕Parthenia🎕

- G E N E R A L -

Name: Parthenia
Meaning “fair, or maiden”
Age: Adult (2 years) | Gender: Cis Female
Territory: Skydas | Rank: Delta | Task: Seeker
Moon Phase: Rowan, The Thinker

Family:
Mother - NPC | Father - NPC
Older Siblings - Epione, Calypso, Psych, Eris
Littermates - Caliadne, Medea, Limos

-P H Y S I C A L-

Height: 86 cm | Weight: 37 kg
Build:
With a quick glance, one could say Parthenia is doe-like. Long, thin legs carry her through the forest with grace. Her thick fur, as glossy as water is adorned with a sea of flecked colors, almost comparable to the stars in the night sky. Her rather small and dainty ears are always on a swivel, listening, learning the secrets of the forest while her entrancing gaze, as golden as honey, seem to peer into the souls of whatever wolf dare look into them… daring them to come a little closer.

Scent: Fresh rain and lilac | Voice: Margaery Tyrell
Abilities:

Siren
Tier 1 ability

Stage 1 | [x] [x] [x]
Your character's howl sometimes carries a strange, almost hypnotic quality about it. They are often visited by wolves who heard their howl and felt strangely compelled to follow the sound and locate the source.

Stage 2 [x] [x] [x]
The siren begins to gain a better understanding of their ability, and can now control when their howls attract others to them and when they do not. With great focus, they can occasionally lure select individuals to them

Stage 3 [x] [x] [x]
In mastery of their ability, the siren can use their howl at will and very easily single out particular wolves and lure them toward their present location.

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -
Enneagram: Type 9 “The Challenger”
Growing up with the childhood she had, Parthenia was forced to learn how to be clever and sneaky. Where she lacked in muscle, Parthenia easily made up for it in brains. Everything was a mind game if you really thought about it. Her family taught her that at a very young age. This elegant lady can easily charm her way through most situations, too weak for true confrontation. She almost always knows exactly how to slyly manipulate the wolves around her... But that practically runs through all her siblings' veins. It wasn’t enough. She struggles with her need for control and often faces her own internal conflict when things don’t go as planned. She’s very tedious… meticulous, almost to a fault. She doesn’t always plan for the unexpected. Luckily for her, most things have gone her way. Her competitive side is what drives her, pushes her closer to her goals. She almost gets excited about a good challenge now.

After being mentally beaten down as a pup, Parthenia almost as if trying to fool herself, refuses to let anyone see her as anything other than confident. As a child, it was all bluff, but after years of practice, it has become her true persona. With no one else to believe in her potential, Parthenia has placed herself on her own pedestal. Her pride can easily come off as arrogant, but she is no fool and is always aware of how others perceive her. It’s no secret, almost every sibling carries some sort of greed, all but the chosen one. However, where some long for attention or fame, Parthenia strives for perfection, for power. Not in the sense of a high rank or special title… but magic. Maybe a bit of a dreamer, she often fantasizes about what it would be like to stand on top, with magic so strong no one could stand ion her way. Some would say its a fool’s dream, but she’s determined to prove them all wrong.

- B I O G R A P H Y -

It wasn’t easy, nothing was. When you’re born beside the epitome of perfection, you would think you’d get at least some kind of affection or attention, but instead, you’re cast into the shadows.
That’s was what childhood was for Parthenia. Just like the rest of her littermates and older sisters, she struggled with the fact that she wasn’t good enough for her mother. Nothing could compare to the useless ghost that was spat out of the womb just after her. Of course, she didn’t dare ever voice the feelings she held towards her sister. No, instead, she pretended to accept her imperfect soul. The only time she showed any true interest in her mother was when she would preach the alluring gospel of magic. Oh, how she would give to take Caliadne’s place then... That’s when her jealousy formed. Caliadne got to hear everything about magic, about the wonders and promises magic held. No, once she was weaned her mother had no use for her anymore. She was cast out, refused the mysterious stories. So, Parthenia took matters into her own hands. Of course, Caliadne still got them still, so she’d go straight to the source. Pretending to be protective and affectionate to her frail sister was her ticket in. Often taking the pale Caliadne for walks, she would coax everything she could from her sister… much like squeezing water from wet moss. It wasn’t always much, with how sluggish and fatigued the other she-wolf could be... But it was enough.
Admittedly, the second set of siblings still shared a much closer bond than their older sisters, their mother made it very clear they would never have a true relationship. Not when the chosen child has ‘given part of her soul to save one of them.’ Not when their mother demanded they ‘prove themselves’ to her. Even after being told she could never compare to her ever so gracious sister, Parth still couldn’t help but pity the albino. No matter what her mother said, Caliadne was born broken, frail, and powerless before she even had the chance to live.
Eventually, whispers of the red witch reached Parthenia’s eager ears. This was more powerful than anything her mother had ever told her children, even the blessed child. This magic promised power, promised godhood.
No matter how bad Parthenia wished she could just turn her back on her family and go off on her own, she couldn’t deny the intense desire to do exactly what her mother wanted. She felt as if she needed to prove that she could be better, possibly even more important than her prophetic littermate... But there was only one possible way for that to happen, and she didn’t even know if it would be enough.
She had to try.
She had been shocked... having no idea about the massacre on the beach until it was too late. It could have been her chance… or so she had thought. By the reaction the family had to Epione’s defection, she had to admit she was slightly glad she had missed the show. It must have been fate, she just needed to be patient. Soon, her time would come.
However, she couldn’t mope around and pray that luck would strike for her, no. Parthenia needed to take matters into her own hands, weave her own future for herself, and hope that she’d gain the blessing of magic along the way. Her pride in herself only grew as she easily escapes the mysterious deaths and strange sickness that plagued the island of Svajone… that must mean she was destined for something more. When wolves among her began to sprout with magical powers, Parthenia knew her time had come. The ambitious she-wolf has no idea how she’s meant to grasp these powers… but she would.
Quietly she would harness her powers, become better than her siblings, and show her mom what a truly blessed child looked like.
Her secret plan for greatness had no faults, and it was all that mattered to her now.

-P E R S O N A L-

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Description

My life, it comprises of losses,
and wins, and fails, and falls

_________________________________________________________________________

🎕Parthenia🎕

- G E N E R A L -

Name: Parthenia
Meaning “fair, or maiden”
Age: Adult (2 years) | Gender: Cis Female
Territory: Skydas | Rank: Delta | Task: Seeker
Moon Phase: Rowan, The Thinker

Family:
Mother - NPC | Father - NPC
Older Siblings - Epione, Calypso, Psych, Eris
Littermates - Caliadne, Medea, Limos

-P H Y S I C A L-

Height: 86 cm | Weight: 37 kg
Build:
With a quick glance, one could say Parthenia is doe-like. Long, thin legs carry her through the forest with grace. Her thick fur, as glossy as water is adorned with a sea of flecked colors, almost comparable to the stars in the night sky. Her rather small and dainty ears are always on a swivel, listening, learning the secrets of the forest while her entrancing gaze, as golden as honey, seem to peer into the souls of whatever wolf dare look into them… daring them to come a little closer.

Scent: Fresh rain and lilac | Voice: Margaery Tyrell
Abilities:

Siren
Tier 1 ability

Stage 1 | [x] [x] [x]
Your character's howl sometimes carries a strange, almost hypnotic quality about it. They are often visited by wolves who heard their howl and felt strangely compelled to follow the sound and locate the source.

Stage 2 [x] [x] [x]
The siren begins to gain a better understanding of their ability, and can now control when their howls attract others to them and when they do not. With great focus, they can occasionally lure select individuals to them

Stage 3 [x] [x] [x]
In mastery of their ability, the siren can use their howl at will and very easily single out particular wolves and lure them toward their present location.

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -
Enneagram: Type 9 “The Challenger”
Growing up with the childhood she had, Parthenia was forced to learn how to be clever and sneaky. Where she lacked in muscle, Parthenia easily made up for it in brains. Everything was a mind game if you really thought about it. Her family taught her that at a very young age. This elegant lady can easily charm her way through most situations, too weak for true confrontation. She almost always knows exactly how to slyly manipulate the wolves around her... But that practically runs through all her siblings' veins. It wasn’t enough. She struggles with her need for control and often faces her own internal conflict when things don’t go as planned. She’s very tedious… meticulous, almost to a fault. She doesn’t always plan for the unexpected. Luckily for her, most things have gone her way. Her competitive side is what drives her, pushes her closer to her goals. She almost gets excited about a good challenge now.

After being mentally beaten down as a pup, Parthenia almost as if trying to fool herself, refuses to let anyone see her as anything other than confident. As a child, it was all bluff, but after years of practice, it has become her true persona. With no one else to believe in her potential, Parthenia has placed herself on her own pedestal. Her pride can easily come off as arrogant, but she is no fool and is always aware of how others perceive her. It’s no secret, almost every sibling carries some sort of greed, all but the chosen one. However, where some long for attention or fame, Parthenia strives for perfection, for power. Not in the sense of a high rank or special title… but magic. Maybe a bit of a dreamer, she often fantasizes about what it would be like to stand on top, with magic so strong no one could stand ion her way. Some would say its a fool’s dream, but she’s determined to prove them all wrong.

- B I O G R A P H Y -

It wasn’t easy, nothing was. When you’re born beside the epitome of perfection, you would think you’d get at least some kind of affection or attention, but instead, you’re cast into the shadows.
That’s was what childhood was for Parthenia. Just like the rest of her littermates and older sisters, she struggled with the fact that she wasn’t good enough for her mother. Nothing could compare to the useless ghost that was spat out of the womb just after her. Of course, she didn’t dare ever voice the feelings she held towards her sister. No, instead, she pretended to accept her imperfect soul. The only time she showed any true interest in her mother was when she would preach the alluring gospel of magic. Oh, how she would give to take Caliadne’s place then... That’s when her jealousy formed. Caliadne got to hear everything about magic, about the wonders and promises magic held. No, once she was weaned her mother had no use for her anymore. She was cast out, refused the mysterious stories. So, Parthenia took matters into her own hands. Of course, Caliadne still got them still, so she’d go straight to the source. Pretending to be protective and affectionate to her frail sister was her ticket in. Often taking the pale Caliadne for walks, she would coax everything she could from her sister… much like squeezing water from wet moss. It wasn’t always much, with how sluggish and fatigued the other she-wolf could be... But it was enough.
Admittedly, the second set of siblings still shared a much closer bond than their older sisters, their mother made it very clear they would never have a true relationship. Not when the chosen child has ‘given part of her soul to save one of them.’ Not when their mother demanded they ‘prove themselves’ to her. Even after being told she could never compare to her ever so gracious sister, Parth still couldn’t help but pity the albino. No matter what her mother said, Caliadne was born broken, frail, and powerless before she even had the chance to live.
Eventually, whispers of the red witch reached Parthenia’s eager ears. This was more powerful than anything her mother had ever told her children, even the blessed child. This magic promised power, promised godhood.
No matter how bad Parthenia wished she could just turn her back on her family and go off on her own, she couldn’t deny the intense desire to do exactly what her mother wanted. She felt as if she needed to prove that she could be better, possibly even more important than her prophetic littermate... But there was only one possible way for that to happen, and she didn’t even know if it would be enough.
She had to try.
She had been shocked... having no idea about the massacre on the beach until it was too late. It could have been her chance… or so she had thought. By the reaction the family had to Epione’s defection, she had to admit she was slightly glad she had missed the show. It must have been fate, she just needed to be patient. Soon, her time would come.
However, she couldn’t mope around and pray that luck would strike for her, no. Parthenia needed to take matters into her own hands, weave her own future for herself, and hope that she’d gain the blessing of magic along the way. Her pride in herself only grew as she easily escapes the mysterious deaths and strange sickness that plagued the island of Svajone… that must mean she was destined for something more. When wolves among her began to sprout with magical powers, Parthenia knew her time had come. The ambitious she-wolf has no idea how she’s meant to grasp these powers… but she would.
Quietly she would harness her powers, become better than her siblings, and show her mom what a truly blessed child looked like.
Her secret plan for greatness had no faults, and it was all that mattered to her now.

-P E R S O N A L-

Contact Preference: GoogleDocs, Discord

Random Event: Opt-in!

Timezone: Central [CST]