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Description


To sleeping innocent minds
It happens at the break of day …

-

Name: Baern

Age: pup

  Sigil: the valley

Gender: female

Height: 28’’ (adult)

Weight: around 50 lbs (adult)

Build: small and scrawny, but her bulky head and large paws show potential. She’ll grow to be a very short but solidly build wolf, with a strong neck and big shoulders.
Other details; Her fur is coarse and spiky. She has a small scar on her head, that’s still healing.
Smell: iron, dust, and medicinal herbs.
Voice: as of now, very quiet and raspy.
Voice claim: [adult] Laura Bailey as Kainé (Nier spoilers ahoy!!!)

Territory: Hintertomb
Rank: ashkin

Family:

Eda (mother) - deceased

Firmin (father) - unknown, likely deceased

no surviving siblings

her current guardian is Cassian

-

Personality:

An unusually calm and serious child, her brows always furrowed with great big thoughts and questions. Baern’s brutal experience in the collapse made her quiet and sullen, and visibly resolute. But under her brave face, she’s riddled with guilt and fear.

She acts overly mature, like if she was roleplaying an adult, which can sometimes be comedic, but most often it’s a little sad. She has a very active imagination, which she always expressed through the creation of stories, rules and roles to play them. When playing with others, she insists on enacting epics of her invention, carefully assigning characters to each wolf, and guiding them like a stage director.
Just like in these games, things must make sense to Baern. Each event, each individual, has a line they follow. The idea that things just happen, with no reasoning, is impossible to her. Evil things happen because there must be punishment. Good things happen as a reward. Wolves come into each other’s life with a purpose to follow.

She’s always been deeply anxious, even prior to the collapse- this theatrical world view is a way for her to cope. She often dissociates with her surroundings, and tends to question her own existence, and her place in the world. Her inability to process her own feelings, paired with a certain misplaced pride, makes her bury her emotions until she implodes. She gets overwhelmed easily; although she speaks in a very curt, straight to the point manner, her mind is always buzzing, and she finds herself scrapping for words- for the right thing to say.
She’s absolutely eaten up by guilt towards her mother’s death. She believes it’s her fault, that Eda would have lived if not for having to stay in the tunnels with her ailing daughter. Baern hates her weakness, hates what it cost. Her whole life, she’s been helped, and her gratitude mixes with an extreme sense of duty; that she must repay this kindness tenfold. She’s terribly protective of those who protect her. She’s just a pup, yet heaven knows what she’d be capable of in the name of her saviors.

First impression:
A kid comes over, talking to you with disproportionate self assurance. She’s striking a deal with you; she wants something from you. She’s not here to play around.

Often found:
Lingering around older wolves, listening.

Likes - objects and their stories, history, butterflies (to look at and to eat)
Dislikes: unanswered questions, bird meat, the night sky

Alignement - lawful good
Drive - guilt and inheritance
Motifs - multitudes/swarms, dry stream beds, apparitions

-

Pre-Group History:

As far as Baern can recall, there was always Eda. The great big bear of Hintertomb; Eda the invincible, Eda who stood so tall she could touch the stars and pluck them. She smelt of victories and milk and wild fern.

Baern was a single child to her and Firmin, another beast of a wolf. Not a mating of love but of convenience; the two were talented chassis and Eda was granting her ambitious family a few new members. So they’d get out of her hair, she’d say. She gave birth in the midst of the night, safe in a den, but the litter was seemingly all stillborns. Maybe it was her constantly working even as she grew heavy with pups, or lack of luck, or a curse. Eda thought they had all passed, until she heard a mewl.
When she saw how fragile her daughter was, Eda the incessant stilled. For the first time, she paused her ambitions and stayed in the tunnels. Her family were inquisitive, but she shooed them away.
She took care of her baby, taught her to walk and chew, played with her, told her stories, taught her the ways of their pack. Baern was an unusually small pup with fragile health, and the cores worried she’d stay tiny and weak. They had to delay her introduction to the world outside, and the pup grew antsy. Eda reassured Baern; strength was acquired, not born with. A wolf the size of a pebble could scrape the heavens if they were determined enough to climb a mountain.

Other wolves, friends and family, would bring little gifts and trinkets, little pieces of the outside world to entertain her. Inside the tunnels, she had her own little world, safe and nurtured until she was ready to leave. She grew unaware of the growing unrest in her pack, unable to understand the complex matters her mother would discuss with their kin, but she could notice the worried looks they’d exchange.
They urged her to return to her duties, but Eda didn't want to leave her daughter, even in the good care of the cores.

Then, one night, they heard a booming sound.
The morning that followed, they had relocated, and Baern sat in her mother’s paws as she convened with some fellow chassis. She caught bits and pieces that hardly made sense- she heard the Omen was gone.
Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Her fragile health was affected by her growing anxiety, and Eda did her best to reassure and help her.

Another boom, then another.
They relocated each time, moving through the tunnels, trying to escape it, but it always seemed closer.
The adult’s discussions became clearer and clearer to Baern.
Eda, we need you, they said. But her mother shook her head. I must stay with Baern, she answered.

Stay, she would, forever.
Baern was sleeping. She woke to a holler and a loud rumble, then nothing.
Her mother had stood over her and protected her from the debris, at the cost of her life. In a last ditch effort, she had pushed her child under an overhanging rock, and disappeared under debris. When everything went still, Baern was stuck in complete darkness. Just her, a limited air pocket, and the body of Eda, somewhere.
She was knocked out for hours, and awoke in shock. Unable to process anything, she stayed still for hours more, in silence.

Maybe it was hunger, thirst, or just the will to survive this, but somehow, she moved. She started digging upwards. She crawled and scraped, and cried out until her throat was dry. She was possessed by something beyond her, a desperate will to live. Eda’s words repeated over and over and over again in her mind. Be determined, be determined.

And someone heard her. Someone dug through the dirt and unearthed her, and when they pulled her out, the first thing she saw was the night sky.

—

She was in an awful state. She was caked in mud and dirt, up into her eyes and mouth. Her paws were bloody from the digging. She had cut on her head from the struggle during the collapse- and breathed in too much dust.
But her rescuer, Cassian, wasn’t any wolf. A doctor by trade, he took care of her until she was able to come back to her senses. Although still weak, she was able to talk to him, and answer his questions.
Who are you?
Baern.
Were you alone?
No.

Who was with you?

She looked at him, with wet eyes.

The Tomb.

For a bit, she thought they might have all died. The landslide had left ruins in its wake, and the air smelt of blood and sorrow. But when Cassian moved her to safer grounds, she saw the stones her pack had left, lined up as a path to follow.
They were alive. She swallowed her tears, and put on a brave face.

Baern knew the laws of her kin. She spoke in tongues to Cassian, revealing only the essentials; her pack was the followers of Hintertomb, and they had to tread after the stones to find them. She established ground rules- they traveled during the day when they could still hide from the stars, then slept during the day when there was nowhere to hide. Cassian followed her lead, in need of a new home, and having sworn to take care of this wayward child until she had recovered. He spent most of the trip carrying her, and she watched the sky from his back at night, scanning them for answers, for disasters.
Baern was highly stressed, and often broke down, but would go back to a stone face when it was over. She was in a hurry to arrive, but her new caregiver was careful to ensure she’d keep healing, and not overexert. When they slept, huddled together, she was reminded of her mother- Cassian was as tall as her, and had the same stalwart presence. He wasn’t Eda, but Baern was grateful for his presence, and his help.
She told him stories. Always cryptically, but she gave small pieces of her life, or her traditions. Halfway through the trip, she asked him to give her an item he loved, that she’d hold in an attempt to replicate her pack’s tradition with strays. He gave her an orca tooth, a strange, treasured object from another life. She held onto it, and hoped, deep in her heart, that he would join the Tomb.
Through all this, she never talked about the collapse.

Eventually, they stepped over a hill at dawn, and Baern felt a familiar scent in the wind that ruffled her fur. It blew across a valley, with great lakes in the middle and mountains enclosing it.
Home, she told Cassian. We made it home.

-

Group History:

tba

-

Trivia:
[on her condition, post collapse]

- Baern is claustrophobic (and generally afraid of underground systems) due to her experience in the collapse; she also fears big open spaces, having spent all her life in the tunnels. She’s most comfortable in any natural space created by plants, shrubs and trees, and in forests with thick canopies. If she has to stay in dens, she'll always be found a step away from the exit.

- She was taught the stories and traditions of her pack as soon as her ears opened, and this knowledge, paired with her experience in the collapse, made her terrified of the night sky and the gods dwelling above her.
- Having to scan the sky the whole extent of her trip left her dazed and frightened. She felt responsible for Cassian’s safety below the gods, and although nothing abnormal happened, she’s still shaken by the immensity of it. It is beyond every story she has been told.

- Her health is wavering- although Cassian prevented both death and permanent damage, she’s still in recovery. Her voice is still hoarse from her screaming, and breathing in particles.

[general]

- she’s a hoarder who enjoys collecting trinkets of all kinds. Has a habit of making circles with her treasures, either to sleep in, or around resting loved ones. She knows by heart the meanings of stones, and themes her compositions around them, mixing in other objects and her own personal takes.
  - wolf equivalent of the kid who’s gonna pick up some large stick during a hike and insist on bring it back into the car. She’ll assign stories and significances to any scrap she picks up in an outing, and will cry if she cant drag it back into her den.
- her dark pelt will lighten as she grows up- matching the deep reds of her caretaker. That, and her thick brows and blocky frame, might have strangers think she’s actually related to Cassian.
- social skills are exactly what you’d expect given her history. She prefers interacting with adults over fellow youth.

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Description


To sleeping innocent minds
It happens at the break of day …

-

Name: Baern

Age: pup

  Sigil: the valley

Gender: female

Height: 28’’ (adult)

Weight: around 50 lbs (adult)

Build: small and scrawny, but her bulky head and large paws show potential. She’ll grow to be a very short but solidly build wolf, with a strong neck and big shoulders.
Other details; Her fur is coarse and spiky. She has a small scar on her head, that’s still healing.
Smell: iron, dust, and medicinal herbs.
Voice: as of now, very quiet and raspy.
Voice claim: [adult] Laura Bailey as Kainé (Nier spoilers ahoy!!!)

Territory: Hintertomb
Rank: ashkin

Family:

Eda (mother) - deceased

Firmin (father) - unknown, likely deceased

no surviving siblings

her current guardian is Cassian

-

Personality:

An unusually calm and serious child, her brows always furrowed with great big thoughts and questions. Baern’s brutal experience in the collapse made her quiet and sullen, and visibly resolute. But under her brave face, she’s riddled with guilt and fear.

She acts overly mature, like if she was roleplaying an adult, which can sometimes be comedic, but most often it’s a little sad. She has a very active imagination, which she always expressed through the creation of stories, rules and roles to play them. When playing with others, she insists on enacting epics of her invention, carefully assigning characters to each wolf, and guiding them like a stage director.
Just like in these games, things must make sense to Baern. Each event, each individual, has a line they follow. The idea that things just happen, with no reasoning, is impossible to her. Evil things happen because there must be punishment. Good things happen as a reward. Wolves come into each other’s life with a purpose to follow.

She’s always been deeply anxious, even prior to the collapse- this theatrical world view is a way for her to cope. She often dissociates with her surroundings, and tends to question her own existence, and her place in the world. Her inability to process her own feelings, paired with a certain misplaced pride, makes her bury her emotions until she implodes. She gets overwhelmed easily; although she speaks in a very curt, straight to the point manner, her mind is always buzzing, and she finds herself scrapping for words- for the right thing to say.
She’s absolutely eaten up by guilt towards her mother’s death. She believes it’s her fault, that Eda would have lived if not for having to stay in the tunnels with her ailing daughter. Baern hates her weakness, hates what it cost. Her whole life, she’s been helped, and her gratitude mixes with an extreme sense of duty; that she must repay this kindness tenfold. She’s terribly protective of those who protect her. She’s just a pup, yet heaven knows what she’d be capable of in the name of her saviors.

First impression:
A kid comes over, talking to you with disproportionate self assurance. She’s striking a deal with you; she wants something from you. She’s not here to play around.

Often found:
Lingering around older wolves, listening.

Likes - objects and their stories, history, butterflies (to look at and to eat)
Dislikes: unanswered questions, bird meat, the night sky

Alignement - lawful good
Drive - guilt and inheritance
Motifs - multitudes/swarms, dry stream beds, apparitions

-

Pre-Group History:

As far as Baern can recall, there was always Eda. The great big bear of Hintertomb; Eda the invincible, Eda who stood so tall she could touch the stars and pluck them. She smelt of victories and milk and wild fern.

Baern was a single child to her and Firmin, another beast of a wolf. Not a mating of love but of convenience; the two were talented chassis and Eda was granting her ambitious family a few new members. So they’d get out of her hair, she’d say. She gave birth in the midst of the night, safe in a den, but the litter was seemingly all stillborns. Maybe it was her constantly working even as she grew heavy with pups, or lack of luck, or a curse. Eda thought they had all passed, until she heard a mewl.
When she saw how fragile her daughter was, Eda the incessant stilled. For the first time, she paused her ambitions and stayed in the tunnels. Her family were inquisitive, but she shooed them away.
She took care of her baby, taught her to walk and chew, played with her, told her stories, taught her the ways of their pack. Baern was an unusually small pup with fragile health, and the cores worried she’d stay tiny and weak. They had to delay her introduction to the world outside, and the pup grew antsy. Eda reassured Baern; strength was acquired, not born with. A wolf the size of a pebble could scrape the heavens if they were determined enough to climb a mountain.

Other wolves, friends and family, would bring little gifts and trinkets, little pieces of the outside world to entertain her. Inside the tunnels, she had her own little world, safe and nurtured until she was ready to leave. She grew unaware of the growing unrest in her pack, unable to understand the complex matters her mother would discuss with their kin, but she could notice the worried looks they’d exchange.
They urged her to return to her duties, but Eda didn't want to leave her daughter, even in the good care of the cores.

Then, one night, they heard a booming sound.
The morning that followed, they had relocated, and Baern sat in her mother’s paws as she convened with some fellow chassis. She caught bits and pieces that hardly made sense- she heard the Omen was gone.
Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Her fragile health was affected by her growing anxiety, and Eda did her best to reassure and help her.

Another boom, then another.
They relocated each time, moving through the tunnels, trying to escape it, but it always seemed closer.
The adult’s discussions became clearer and clearer to Baern.
Eda, we need you, they said. But her mother shook her head. I must stay with Baern, she answered.

Stay, she would, forever.
Baern was sleeping. She woke to a holler and a loud rumble, then nothing.
Her mother had stood over her and protected her from the debris, at the cost of her life. In a last ditch effort, she had pushed her child under an overhanging rock, and disappeared under debris. When everything went still, Baern was stuck in complete darkness. Just her, a limited air pocket, and the body of Eda, somewhere.
She was knocked out for hours, and awoke in shock. Unable to process anything, she stayed still for hours more, in silence.

Maybe it was hunger, thirst, or just the will to survive this, but somehow, she moved. She started digging upwards. She crawled and scraped, and cried out until her throat was dry. She was possessed by something beyond her, a desperate will to live. Eda’s words repeated over and over and over again in her mind. Be determined, be determined.

And someone heard her. Someone dug through the dirt and unearthed her, and when they pulled her out, the first thing she saw was the night sky.

—

She was in an awful state. She was caked in mud and dirt, up into her eyes and mouth. Her paws were bloody from the digging. She had cut on her head from the struggle during the collapse- and breathed in too much dust.
But her rescuer, Cassian, wasn’t any wolf. A doctor by trade, he took care of her until she was able to come back to her senses. Although still weak, she was able to talk to him, and answer his questions.
Who are you?
Baern.
Were you alone?
No.

Who was with you?

She looked at him, with wet eyes.

The Tomb.

For a bit, she thought they might have all died. The landslide had left ruins in its wake, and the air smelt of blood and sorrow. But when Cassian moved her to safer grounds, she saw the stones her pack had left, lined up as a path to follow.
They were alive. She swallowed her tears, and put on a brave face.

Baern knew the laws of her kin. She spoke in tongues to Cassian, revealing only the essentials; her pack was the followers of Hintertomb, and they had to tread after the stones to find them. She established ground rules- they traveled during the day when they could still hide from the stars, then slept during the day when there was nowhere to hide. Cassian followed her lead, in need of a new home, and having sworn to take care of this wayward child until she had recovered. He spent most of the trip carrying her, and she watched the sky from his back at night, scanning them for answers, for disasters.
Baern was highly stressed, and often broke down, but would go back to a stone face when it was over. She was in a hurry to arrive, but her new caregiver was careful to ensure she’d keep healing, and not overexert. When they slept, huddled together, she was reminded of her mother- Cassian was as tall as her, and had the same stalwart presence. He wasn’t Eda, but Baern was grateful for his presence, and his help.
She told him stories. Always cryptically, but she gave small pieces of her life, or her traditions. Halfway through the trip, she asked him to give her an item he loved, that she’d hold in an attempt to replicate her pack’s tradition with strays. He gave her an orca tooth, a strange, treasured object from another life. She held onto it, and hoped, deep in her heart, that he would join the Tomb.
Through all this, she never talked about the collapse.

Eventually, they stepped over a hill at dawn, and Baern felt a familiar scent in the wind that ruffled her fur. It blew across a valley, with great lakes in the middle and mountains enclosing it.
Home, she told Cassian. We made it home.

-

Group History:

tba

-

Trivia:
[on her condition, post collapse]

- Baern is claustrophobic (and generally afraid of underground systems) due to her experience in the collapse; she also fears big open spaces, having spent all her life in the tunnels. She’s most comfortable in any natural space created by plants, shrubs and trees, and in forests with thick canopies. If she has to stay in dens, she'll always be found a step away from the exit.

- She was taught the stories and traditions of her pack as soon as her ears opened, and this knowledge, paired with her experience in the collapse, made her terrified of the night sky and the gods dwelling above her.
- Having to scan the sky the whole extent of her trip left her dazed and frightened. She felt responsible for Cassian’s safety below the gods, and although nothing abnormal happened, she’s still shaken by the immensity of it. It is beyond every story she has been told.

- Her health is wavering- although Cassian prevented both death and permanent damage, she’s still in recovery. Her voice is still hoarse from her screaming, and breathing in particles.

[general]

- she’s a hoarder who enjoys collecting trinkets of all kinds. Has a habit of making circles with her treasures, either to sleep in, or around resting loved ones. She knows by heart the meanings of stones, and themes her compositions around them, mixing in other objects and her own personal takes.
  - wolf equivalent of the kid who’s gonna pick up some large stick during a hike and insist on bring it back into the car. She’ll assign stories and significances to any scrap she picks up in an outing, and will cry if she cant drag it back into her den.
- her dark pelt will lighten as she grows up- matching the deep reds of her caretaker. That, and her thick brows and blocky frame, might have strangers think she’s actually related to Cassian.
- social skills are exactly what you’d expect given her history. She prefers interacting with adults over fellow youth.

Other:
Playlist
Moodboard
Relations