| Sirris |
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| Nickname | Sirri |
| Species | Bipedal, Arctic Wolf |
| Age | 3 Years |
| Gender | Female |
| Arrival Method | Red Breach |
| Languages | English [Minimal Skill] |
| Player | Sirris |
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Description
- Height & Weight: 5'4" & 99.208lbs
- Apparent Age: 18-20 Years
- Character Build: Curvy
- Body Type: Bipedal
- Usual Clothing: Gothic
- Voice: Soft & Gentle Slavic-British Accent
- Usual Scent: Lilac & Berries
Sirris has very soft and gentle features. As an anthro Arctic Wolf, Sirris appears
to be very poofy and fuzzy at times. She has a pure white coat, her cheek fluff quite puffy.
Sirri has a big black nose, often quite shiny, and she doesn't appear to have any patterns upon
her coat due to her species and white coat.
Sirris appears to have waist length hair, a creamy golden brown in colour, almost as light as her fur coat. Sirris has a curvy and slim build which often works well with her favourite skintight dresses. Sirris has grey eyes, not too light and not too dark. Her claws, much like her nose are black in shade,
shiny and appear well-polished. Sirris has a Golden Eagle feather earing on her right ear, given
to her by a past lover of whom she still holds dear in her heart.
Around her neck she wears a black colla - chocker with a heart pendant with her name 'Sirris' engraved in cursive. This
too was given to her by someone she held very dear to her heart, a person she still mourns.
Sirris enjoys wearing gothic clothing rarely punk like in her earlier years. She also enjoys
to wear black velvet skintight dresses, something you will see her wear quite a lot. Unless it's a
black Lolita dress with lace covering her open chest area. She enjoys wearing knee high boots,
black leather combat boots and black velvet high heels with straps long her ankles.
History
Growing up in a world filled with sorrow was not at all unfamiliar to the natural wolf. Discovering nourishment grew difficult, and so was living itself. The land that she was born into was dangerous, the mountainous landscape proved deadly to even the most skilled wolf. In this land, covered in snow and treacherous landscapes was born a litter of pups - a litter of four to be exact. One of which was named Miakoda (Sirris), the youngest, and the litters runt. Regardless of this, her mother Sage and her father Kodlak still took great care of the weaker fae. Some months after the litters birth, Kodlak and his older pups now the age of 1 year were out hunting for a buck and ran into some hunters. Sage was home nursing the pups and heard a gunshot echoing within the trees, her older pups returning sometime later, frightened and out of breath, without their father Kodlak.
It would later be revealed that Kodlak was shot by one of the hunters, saddened by her mates passing Sage fell into a deep depression. Not long after Mia grew sick from ill from an unknown illness, causing a great difficulty for her mother. She could not hunt and care for her sick pup without her mates help. She had to train three adolescents and take care of four pups. After some weeks it grew more difficult and the white fae grew much weaker as the days ticked by, reaching to a point where she was forced to abandon her pup to the humans, praying they would save her daughter and she wouldn't feel any more guilty by her decision. With a heavy heart the arctic wolf parent would depart, Mia's siblings trotting off back to the den, the mother waiting within the bushes to wait until a human picked her up. Not long after a ranger would show up, picking the pup up and raising her up from pup to adult, naming the pup Sirris. As a year passes, the man later grows ill due to complications of health and passes at midnight, leaving the little wolf forever.
Saddened by his passing the wolf grows depressed, the human's wife relocating Sirris to a nearby Alaskan preserve. It was there that she grew clueless, unfamiliar with the surroundings around her and how to live a life as a wild wolf - it was there that she came across a smaller though much older she-wolf by the name of Skydancer, along with another wolf named Titan, both females following Sky into a new and unfamiliar territory and it was there that the wolf joined a pack, the name now forgotten by her ears. She was there for a year before she was chased out by the co-alpha and joined up a few more packs before one day while on a patrol through her current packs forest, deep within the territory and further out towards the mountains. It was there where the packs Herbalist would come to a stop in front of a lake, this is where everything suddenly went downhill from here. This was when a red mist loomed over the lake, interrupting the balance of the beautiful and dangerous world. It was in that moment that curiosity struck her after the initial shock and she hesitantly moved towards the mist, confusion evident on her features, Sirris carefully stepping paw into the lake and was in for a great shock of her life -
The mist had lifted into the air, engulfing the white fae in this strange red cloud. It had caused the wolf great fear, letting out frightful chuffs and howls into the mist, crying out for her pack who rested just beyond the trees on that dark and starry night. The cries almost seemed unanswered until the howls of her family would reach her ears, her mate and daughter in particular - The white wolf would let out more sounds of fright, attempting to identify the source of her families howls, though as the mist surrounded her entirely their howls would grow distant, echoing into the void as she vanished from her plain of existence and into another as she was thrown into another wooded landscape. She had felt much taller, though when she looked down, she would cry out as she appeared to be standing on her hind legs, her body now different and her memory felt add, she could picture things she had not known how to, her knowledge of the world had grown in just that. The scents around her seemed different and the new world around her scared Sirris greatly, she would all but wander around for what seemed like hours until she had finally reached a civilization of creatures who looked just as she did now.
Homeworld
Average Earth World
Skills
Foraging
Sirris was very good at foraging when she was still a wild wolf. She used to collect herbs, berries and other types of goodies.
Tracking
One of the things Sirris was always great at was tracking. Members of her pack often praised her for this skill, admiring how good she was. It often didn't take her too long to secure a scent when tracking prey or identifying intruders.
Herbalism
Sirris was able to learn herbalism in her time within the wild and hopes to land a career within her field of study. With her skill of tracking and foraging it comes in handy for this line of work.
Combat
Stealth
Regardless of what you may think Sirris is in fact a good stalker due to her great tracking skills. She had to learn this before becoming a warrior in her pack a long time ago.
Hunting
Sirris never used to be a great hunter - in fact she was so bad at it that she often had to wait for her mate to come home and give her his fallen prey. Though her last mate, the father of her daughter taught her how to be a decent huntress and she is now proud of her skills.