Profile of Drysvys: Quick Facts
Played By: G
Basic Info
Full Name: Drysvys 'Dragonborn' Keltroth, of Primul Strait Aliases: Dwynuivere, Dwyn
Subspecies: Wolfdog (25% arctic, 25% coastal, 50% mixed 'domestic' i.e. Samoyed, Alaskan Eskimo Dog, etc.)
Sex: Female
Age: 2 years (2017)
Birthplace: Primul Strait (British Columbia, Canada)
Subspecies: Wolfdog (25% arctic, 25% coastal, 50% mixed 'domestic' i.e. Samoyed, Alaskan Eskimo Dog, etc.)
Sex: Female
Age: 2 years (2017)
Birthplace: Primul Strait (British Columbia, Canada)
Profile of Drysvys: Details
Appearance
A sylph of snow pirouetting on dainty paws bespeckled by smatterings of stardust.
A peculiar creature - neither wolf nor dog yet, somehow both. Smaller and finer than her lupine brethren, the druid is not quite the intimidating, fear-inducing creature of her wilder ancestry but a subtler danger. Not yet the slashing scimitar but an ornate dagger flashing in the dark, beguiling and deadly in concealed threat.
There is ferality in the drawl of her steps, in the burn of her clashing optics - baby blue and delicate pink warring for dominion over her strange gaze as if a battle of candy floss were being waged. However, it only seems to heighten her exotic beauty, given that the viewer is drawn to such a creature.
If not for the leucism tainting her genes, she might've taken after her dam in piebaldism. The patches that might've been ebony have instead been washed into a muted grey, a fine silver nearly translucent in its opaqueness that dapples the cur in watercolor splotches of moonlight.
Hidden amongst the thick plumes and tufts of her northerner's coat are a myriad of scars - both natural and inflicted by others, a complex and heartbreaking tale that seems to have been printed in her very bones, leaving a sort of fearful hope to linger in her unnerving gaze.
A peculiar creature - neither wolf nor dog yet, somehow both. Smaller and finer than her lupine brethren, the druid is not quite the intimidating, fear-inducing creature of her wilder ancestry but a subtler danger. Not yet the slashing scimitar but an ornate dagger flashing in the dark, beguiling and deadly in concealed threat.
There is ferality in the drawl of her steps, in the burn of her clashing optics - baby blue and delicate pink warring for dominion over her strange gaze as if a battle of candy floss were being waged. However, it only seems to heighten her exotic beauty, given that the viewer is drawn to such a creature.
If not for the leucism tainting her genes, she might've taken after her dam in piebaldism. The patches that might've been ebony have instead been washed into a muted grey, a fine silver nearly translucent in its opaqueness that dapples the cur in watercolor splotches of moonlight.
Hidden amongst the thick plumes and tufts of her northerner's coat are a myriad of scars - both natural and inflicted by others, a complex and heartbreaking tale that seems to have been printed in her very bones, leaving a sort of fearful hope to linger in her unnerving gaze.
Personality
Personality: INFJ | Astrology: Taurus | Element: Earth | Tarot: The Empress | Alignment: Chaotic Good | Religion: Neopaganism/Druidic witchcraft | Sexuality: Demisexual
A world-weary wanderess, a battered woman, a forgotten relic of the Old Path.
Drysvys is all these things and more. A lost soul of an unapproved birth, born to a harsh northron land filled with harsher beings. An odd child who learned young to hold her tongue, Dwyn has since matured to a seemingly serene woman.
Much like a still pool of water, she is a reflection - her sorrows and past pains hidden within the depths, allowing only an image of her surroundings to be put on display. She is reserved to the point of coming across as icy, carefully avoiding mention of herself - truly, she's not certain that she's ever given herself much thought in any form or fashion.
A fierce savagery lays beneath this poised exterior, that of a creature hellbent on survival. Skittish and frightful, insanity clearly holds her in its unforgiving clutches; yet, the halfbreed is clearly of the harmless variety: a wronged wolfess that has been abused into such a state, driven mad and soft-spoken, driven to this torment by pain and punishment.
Beneath the layers and personality she has adopted to adapt, lies a resilient glimmer of the girl of Primul. It shines in her eyes when they gaze upon the stars, sings in her voice when rare laughter lifts it, warms her heart when she holds a child close.
Beneath all of it, Dwyn is a girl with an aching heart; a fervent desire motivates her: to heal, to start anew. An altogether dangerous desire for a place to call home, a people to call tribe, and a family to call her own.
Biography
Born to an unsolicited union between a wolf and a domestic, her dam was forced from her pack while pregnant and her single child was born within the small valley she managed to claim for herself - with the aid of her sister (and the godmother to her daughter), Prynn.
Drysvys was raised by her mother and aunt, the stigma of being reared at a fatherless hearth and the prejudice of her heritage unknown in the secluded hollow they called home. Her youth was a happy one, filled with days of clambering the cliffs and exploring the tidepools, swimming in the lagoon, finding mischief to rile her maternal guardians' pelts.
At the age of four moons she began her tutelage in the culture of her mother's people, the Anätt. Lessons of astrology and divination, of herbalism and healing, took the place of her childish antics.
By six moons, Dwyn was advancing rather progressively in her studies and was well on her way to completing her coming of age ceremony. However, it was then that tragedy would strike the girl for the very first time and leave her orphaned in the aftermath of a violent earthquake.
Alone, and frightened for the future, Drysvys made the choice to venture south in the weeks following her family's demise - a decision that would have dire, unseen consequences.
Ignorant to the dangers lying south of the Strait, the youth was quickly intercepted wandering the southern forests. Beaten mercilessly and overpowered by a brutish ranger, the juvenile halfbreed was forcibly drug back to the borders of his Clan: The Vaskra, a pride well known for their ruthless tactics and rumored to have pledged their hearts to the Dark One.
Presented to the leader of the Vaskra Clan, she was judged and examined as few amongst the warclan had ever heard of a dog, let alone seen one. Gifted the rank of Omega, the Dragonborn helped to round out the lower ranks of unwed females - a title that saw her days filled with stocking food stores and gathering herbs, tending wounds, tidying living spaces and watching after the Clan's children.
As a yearling she was 'promoted' and deemed old enough to be broken in. A marriage was arranged for the cur, her husband one of the lower status huntsman of the Vaskras.
A loveless marriage she endured, and a peaceless one; gone were the somber days spent toiling for her captors. In its place a never ending nightmare of rape, abuse, and her intoxicated husband's barbed tongue.
Her battered body was not yet ready to bear young, resulting in the miscarriage of a premature pregnancy and an even more strenuous gestation the following year.
Through much hardship and struggle, the Omega managed to birth her second litter though only moments later, she wished they'd all perished in the process.
Two daughters she bore.
Two daughters she watched dashed against the wall, tiny flames snuffed out under an unforgiving thumb before they could be named.
Found guilty for the crimes of bearing girl children, the foreign cur stood little chance of survival and no longer cared to. Her throat was slashed and she was left for dead beyond the boundaries of her hell, the tiny, broken bodies of her babes her only company.
Drysvys was content to die there, growing numb to the cold as she struggled to hug what had once been her daughters close to her breast. Yet, fate smiled upon the wolfdog, surprisingly enough.
Dwyn was discovered near death by an elderly coywolf, a wayward crone named Emira who took pity on the wronged mother and buried the pups before taking the girl home.
Drysvys woke not in the Otherworld as she expected, but in a bed of worn pelts with cobweb binding her throat closed. She wintered with the elderly sage, eventually finding the courage to speak in broken prose - the majority of language forgotten in her fractured mind. Emira was a comfort, a kind heart to offer maternal love and tend to her ward's wounds - a sort of connection formed betwixt the two, that of a mother and daughter rather than mentor and pupil. Drysvys became the recipient of Emira's tutelage, the crone teaching her to become a full fledged Druid.
It was with great grief that Dwyn buried the motherly hermit the following spring, setting out on her own shortly after with the woman's words ringing in her head: "Find your own kind. Find your tribe."
Drysvys was raised by her mother and aunt, the stigma of being reared at a fatherless hearth and the prejudice of her heritage unknown in the secluded hollow they called home. Her youth was a happy one, filled with days of clambering the cliffs and exploring the tidepools, swimming in the lagoon, finding mischief to rile her maternal guardians' pelts.
At the age of four moons she began her tutelage in the culture of her mother's people, the Anätt. Lessons of astrology and divination, of herbalism and healing, took the place of her childish antics.
By six moons, Dwyn was advancing rather progressively in her studies and was well on her way to completing her coming of age ceremony. However, it was then that tragedy would strike the girl for the very first time and leave her orphaned in the aftermath of a violent earthquake.
Alone, and frightened for the future, Drysvys made the choice to venture south in the weeks following her family's demise - a decision that would have dire, unseen consequences.
Ignorant to the dangers lying south of the Strait, the youth was quickly intercepted wandering the southern forests. Beaten mercilessly and overpowered by a brutish ranger, the juvenile halfbreed was forcibly drug back to the borders of his Clan: The Vaskra, a pride well known for their ruthless tactics and rumored to have pledged their hearts to the Dark One.
Presented to the leader of the Vaskra Clan, she was judged and examined as few amongst the warclan had ever heard of a dog, let alone seen one. Gifted the rank of Omega, the Dragonborn helped to round out the lower ranks of unwed females - a title that saw her days filled with stocking food stores and gathering herbs, tending wounds, tidying living spaces and watching after the Clan's children.
As a yearling she was 'promoted' and deemed old enough to be broken in. A marriage was arranged for the cur, her husband one of the lower status huntsman of the Vaskras.
A loveless marriage she endured, and a peaceless one; gone were the somber days spent toiling for her captors. In its place a never ending nightmare of rape, abuse, and her intoxicated husband's barbed tongue.
Her battered body was not yet ready to bear young, resulting in the miscarriage of a premature pregnancy and an even more strenuous gestation the following year.
Through much hardship and struggle, the Omega managed to birth her second litter though only moments later, she wished they'd all perished in the process.
Two daughters she bore.
Two daughters she watched dashed against the wall, tiny flames snuffed out under an unforgiving thumb before they could be named.
Found guilty for the crimes of bearing girl children, the foreign cur stood little chance of survival and no longer cared to. Her throat was slashed and she was left for dead beyond the boundaries of her hell, the tiny, broken bodies of her babes her only company.
Drysvys was content to die there, growing numb to the cold as she struggled to hug what had once been her daughters close to her breast. Yet, fate smiled upon the wolfdog, surprisingly enough.
Dwyn was discovered near death by an elderly coywolf, a wayward crone named Emira who took pity on the wronged mother and buried the pups before taking the girl home.
Drysvys woke not in the Otherworld as she expected, but in a bed of worn pelts with cobweb binding her throat closed. She wintered with the elderly sage, eventually finding the courage to speak in broken prose - the majority of language forgotten in her fractured mind. Emira was a comfort, a kind heart to offer maternal love and tend to her ward's wounds - a sort of connection formed betwixt the two, that of a mother and daughter rather than mentor and pupil. Drysvys became the recipient of Emira's tutelage, the crone teaching her to become a full fledged Druid.
It was with great grief that Dwyn buried the motherly hermit the following spring, setting out on her own shortly after with the woman's words ringing in her head: "Find your own kind. Find your tribe."
Relations
BLOOD:
Mother: Daina
Aunt: Prynn
Children: unnamed , unnamed
WATER:
Mentor: Emira
Mother: Daina
Aunt: Prynn
Children: unnamed , unnamed
WATER:
Mentor: Emira
Pack History
Primul Strait
- Drysvys lived within the sanctuary of the Rezii Basin alongside her mother and aunt where she was mentored in shamanism and the Old Path (druidry).
- After the deaths of her family, Dwyn lived here alone for a time.
Clan of Vaskra
- The wolfdog was forced into the Clan as a child after being discovered in a neighboring territory, given the rank of Omega.
- At a year old, Dwyn became a breeding slave.
Valley of Littledeath
- After being tried and left for dead, Dwyn was rescued by the dispersal elder, Emira, who nursed her back to health and taught her the ways of witchcraft.
Lone Wolf
c. 2018 - current.
- Drysvys lived within the sanctuary of the Rezii Basin alongside her mother and aunt where she was mentored in shamanism and the Old Path (druidry).
- After the deaths of her family, Dwyn lived here alone for a time.
Clan of Vaskra
- The wolfdog was forced into the Clan as a child after being discovered in a neighboring territory, given the rank of Omega.
- At a year old, Dwyn became a breeding slave.
Valley of Littledeath
- After being tried and left for dead, Dwyn was rescued by the dispersal elder, Emira, who nursed her back to health and taught her the ways of witchcraft.
Lone Wolf
c. 2018 - current.
Profile of Drysvys: Additional Information
Registered on November 11, 2019, last visited November 19, 2019, 10:12 AM
-This profile is a wip, it will be subject to continuous editing and revision - at least until I'm satisfied with it. :)
Dwyn's personality and biography will be revealed in depth via roleplay though what has been written above serves for a sort of guideline momentarily.
Notes:
- This character was written to have experienced trauma and as such, mature themes may be explored IC. Please PM me if you're uncomfortable with anything referenced/rped in a thread!
- This character is insane, in a broken sort of way, and as such her speech may reflect this.
Dwyn's personality and biography will be revealed in depth via roleplay though what has been written above serves for a sort of guideline momentarily.
Notes:
- This character was written to have experienced trauma and as such, mature themes may be explored IC. Please PM me if you're uncomfortable with anything referenced/rped in a thread!
- This character is insane, in a broken sort of way, and as such her speech may reflect this.
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Player Notes
Hi, all! I've been a rather dedicated member of WOLF in the past (though I'm gonna leave my identity a mystery as well as the identies of my former toons) and have just returned to the site recently.
I first joined WOLF after my mother died when I was sixteen and then returned to the site later, after my father kicked me out and I figured out my living situation at eighteen. I was a consistent member for the past year or so, save for a break where I was homeless for a few months, and left the game again recently after escaping an abusive relationship.
I have since returned again (someday I'll get my life together guys!) and am hopefully here to stay this time. Its great to be back and I look forward to introducing my new toon!
I first joined WOLF after my mother died when I was sixteen and then returned to the site later, after my father kicked me out and I figured out my living situation at eighteen. I was a consistent member for the past year or so, save for a break where I was homeless for a few months, and left the game again recently after escaping an abusive relationship.
I have since returned again (someday I'll get my life together guys!) and am hopefully here to stay this time. Its great to be back and I look forward to introducing my new toon!
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