Profile of Themis: Quick Facts
Played By: Box
Basic Info
Full Name: Themis to Alysothrafstikó
Pronunciation: TEH-MEES THO-y ayS-thrAf-sticko
Meaning:” law of nature, divine law, that which is laid down”, “the chainbreaker”
Subspecies: Vancouver Island Wolf x Iberian Wolf
Size: Tiny, Lanky
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 4 (April 28th, 2018)
Birthplace: Outside the Teekons
Pronunciation: TEH-MEES THO-y ayS-thrAf-sticko
Meaning:” law of nature, divine law, that which is laid down”, “the chainbreaker”
Subspecies: Vancouver Island Wolf x Iberian Wolf
Size: Tiny, Lanky
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 4 (April 28th, 2018)
Birthplace: Outside the Teekons
At a Glance
Thread titles taken from Wolf at Your Door* by Chloe x Halle. Previous titles taken from Wander. Wonder. by The Arcadian Wild.
*except for when I think it’s funny or it’s thematically appropriate for another title
Profile of Themis: Details
Appearance
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be
My enemy
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A life of obvious hardship has given Themis a lengthy, leggy appearance, perpetually caught between life stages despite her maturity. She is stuck just on the cusp of physical adulthood in shape, still retaining that gangly look. She’s gained muscle in recent months, but it serves little to mask her streamlined, shadowy figure.
Her coat is monochrome, greys and blacks and whites echoing in subtle patterns across her body. Perhaps the most glaring are her dark capped muzzle and the sweep of black and white across her shoulders in “wings”. Her eyes are the standout, crystalline blue.
She displays old scarring on her face and back left leg, and her front, as well as newer scarring on her ear that has left a chunk missing.
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be
My enemy
Enemy- Imagine Dragons
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A life of obvious hardship has given Themis a lengthy, leggy appearance, perpetually caught between life stages despite her maturity. She is stuck just on the cusp of physical adulthood in shape, still retaining that gangly look. She’s gained muscle in recent months, but it serves little to mask her streamlined, shadowy figure.
Her coat is monochrome, greys and blacks and whites echoing in subtle patterns across her body. Perhaps the most glaring are her dark capped muzzle and the sweep of black and white across her shoulders in “wings”. Her eyes are the standout, crystalline blue.
She displays old scarring on her face and back left leg, and her front, as well as newer scarring on her ear that has left a chunk missing.
Personality
Won't you tell me all your secrets about
How you exploit their weakness
I think you're a fucking genius, ah, ah
So now my dear, it's just a matter of time
So buckle up
Because you'll soon become my partner in crime, ah, ah
(Let's go)
Highly adaptable.
Highly ambitious.
Highly anxious.
Under revision.
How you exploit their weakness
I think you're a fucking genius, ah, ah
So now my dear, it's just a matter of time
So buckle up
Because you'll soon become my partner in crime, ah, ah
(Let's go)
Genius- Written by Wolves
Highly adaptable.
Highly ambitious.
Highly anxious.
Under revision.
Biography
You called out to me when I needed you
We're rising up through the dark
I called out to you when you needed me
We are defiant
To understand Nephele, you must understand the smoking roots she left in her wake.
On the sides of an idyllic little lake, corruption spread like a disease, down to the groundwater. Cloudmirror Manor wasn’t a place of honor, propped up on the backs of the wolves beneath the elites. The elites hung to the positions with teeth, and stripped those below them of anything that could define them.
Nephele was born into the lowest caste in Cloudmirror Manor, to two criminals cast into serfdom. Even then, her name was not Nephele. They called her Dýo, as all pups born second were called in the lowest caste. The secondborn daughter quickly became the last daughter, her siblings perishing to the limited nutrition and rampant sickness. But even then, little Dýo wasn’t giving up. She stubbornly clung to life, forcefully pressing through her early days until she was aware enough to gain a different name. A name she quickly gained from the guards who kept her in the caste system she’d been born into.
They named her Troktikó, rodent, and beat her back down into her place. Nephele learned young that to steal was to survive another day, and to fight back was a death sentence. So, she did the next best thing. As soon as she was able to, she turned her head to the stars, and her feet to the ground, and she ran.
They tore her leg apart as punishment, and next they named her Droméas. Runner. Branded with her new rank, buried under more work, barely able to walk on the leg as the wounds healed to overly hot scars. But even she kept her ear to the dirt, as every Serf did, and when the Insurgents rose up, she was caught in the tide, an unwilling body in a war she didn’t want to fight. Nephele wanted to run again, but running almost killed her before. So she didn’t, throwing herself into the effort.
She came out of it with nothing. Cloudmirror Manor was burned to the ground, leaving nothing but poison in the air, and a scrappy group of youths with all the guts of any good story protagonist. Their leader, Pidáo, wrapped Nephele up in their schemes, and gave her a brand new name to go with it as they all escaped Cloudmirror Manor.
Belladonna. He named her for poisonous nightshade. Maybe that should have been her first hint that her life wasn’t right from the start.
Maybe Pidáo’s name was right.
He did leap into the idea with gusto when she suggested it in a hare brained hope that she could stop walking for a while, falling further and further behind. She had been easily roped into the position of reluctant best friend in the tale of Pidáo. Nephele followed him, for he was her ticket to food. He didn’t seem to get her reluctant nature, and tried to pry her out of her shell forcefully as he and his friends worked on creating the Monkshood Guild.
After they created it, one of Pidáo’s friends introduced them to the language of thieves cant, and Nephele took to the language like a duck to water. So much so, she was given the rank of Silvertongue. Diplomatic in nature, she was the salesman, the pitcher of ideas to customers. She never saw bloodshed and she was content in it, content in being customer service and car salesman alike. She even began to enjoy it after a while, happy to do her job for the man who’d become pretty much her only friend. Pidáo, however, wanted more from her.
A lot more.
She was two and a half years old when her world began to fall apart again, as Pidáo dragged her from her comfort zone straight into a new position set up right beside his own. Guildmaster. Nephele hated it from the start, tried to do her damndest to get demoted back to Silvertongue. Pidáo wasn’t having it, and instead wrapped her harder in chains of his own design.
Three months was all it took. Pidáo had been trying to court the grey coated woman, but had gone about it in all the wrong ways. Nephele was freaked out, scared out of her wits, and desperate for an out. So, she found one, and once again became Droméas as she ran for it. Leaving the Monkshood, and Pidáo behind her. Belladonna petals left in her wake, as she changes her name several dozen times. Raccoon, Possum, but she always keeps one name to herself.
Nephele Tsiuri.
Alone, but free
Free, but haunted
Alive, but is she really living?
What is written in the ledger of the living when the battle ends?
Alone, but free. She has to believe that.
We're rising up through the dark
I called out to you when you needed me
We are defiant
Defaint- Feint
Cloudmirror Manor
On the sides of an idyllic little lake, corruption spread like a disease, down to the groundwater. Cloudmirror Manor wasn’t a place of honor, propped up on the backs of the wolves beneath the elites. The elites hung to the positions with teeth, and stripped those below them of anything that could define them.
Nephele was born into the lowest caste in Cloudmirror Manor, to two criminals cast into serfdom. Even then, her name was not Nephele. They called her Dýo, as all pups born second were called in the lowest caste. The secondborn daughter quickly became the last daughter, her siblings perishing to the limited nutrition and rampant sickness. But even then, little Dýo wasn’t giving up. She stubbornly clung to life, forcefully pressing through her early days until she was aware enough to gain a different name. A name she quickly gained from the guards who kept her in the caste system she’d been born into.
They named her Troktikó, rodent, and beat her back down into her place. Nephele learned young that to steal was to survive another day, and to fight back was a death sentence. So, she did the next best thing. As soon as she was able to, she turned her head to the stars, and her feet to the ground, and she ran.
They tore her leg apart as punishment, and next they named her Droméas. Runner. Branded with her new rank, buried under more work, barely able to walk on the leg as the wounds healed to overly hot scars. But even she kept her ear to the dirt, as every Serf did, and when the Insurgents rose up, she was caught in the tide, an unwilling body in a war she didn’t want to fight. Nephele wanted to run again, but running almost killed her before. So she didn’t, throwing herself into the effort.
She came out of it with nothing. Cloudmirror Manor was burned to the ground, leaving nothing but poison in the air, and a scrappy group of youths with all the guts of any good story protagonist. Their leader, Pidáo, wrapped Nephele up in their schemes, and gave her a brand new name to go with it as they all escaped Cloudmirror Manor.
Belladonna. He named her for poisonous nightshade. Maybe that should have been her first hint that her life wasn’t right from the start.
The Monkshood Guild
Maybe Pidáo’s name was right.
He did leap into the idea with gusto when she suggested it in a hare brained hope that she could stop walking for a while, falling further and further behind. She had been easily roped into the position of reluctant best friend in the tale of Pidáo. Nephele followed him, for he was her ticket to food. He didn’t seem to get her reluctant nature, and tried to pry her out of her shell forcefully as he and his friends worked on creating the Monkshood Guild.
After they created it, one of Pidáo’s friends introduced them to the language of thieves cant, and Nephele took to the language like a duck to water. So much so, she was given the rank of Silvertongue. Diplomatic in nature, she was the salesman, the pitcher of ideas to customers. She never saw bloodshed and she was content in it, content in being customer service and car salesman alike. She even began to enjoy it after a while, happy to do her job for the man who’d become pretty much her only friend. Pidáo, however, wanted more from her.
A lot more.
She was two and a half years old when her world began to fall apart again, as Pidáo dragged her from her comfort zone straight into a new position set up right beside his own. Guildmaster. Nephele hated it from the start, tried to do her damndest to get demoted back to Silvertongue. Pidáo wasn’t having it, and instead wrapped her harder in chains of his own design.
Three months was all it took. Pidáo had been trying to court the grey coated woman, but had gone about it in all the wrong ways. Nephele was freaked out, scared out of her wits, and desperate for an out. So, she found one, and once again became Droméas as she ran for it. Leaving the Monkshood, and Pidáo behind her. Belladonna petals left in her wake, as she changes her name several dozen times. Raccoon, Possum, but she always keeps one name to herself.
Nephele Tsiuri.
Lone Wolf
Free, but haunted
Alive, but is she really living?
What is written in the ledger of the living when the battle ends?
Alone, but free. She has to believe that.
Akashingo
Coming soonRelations
A dead mother and siblings, a father who’s still alive
A sister figure in Ouraniós
A former best friend in Pidáo
A husband in Astraios. Four children, Metis, Melaneus, Lycabas, and Pyraethus, by three different men.
A sister figure in Ouraniós
A former best friend in Pidáo
A husband in Astraios. Four children, Metis, Melaneus, Lycabas, and Pyraethus, by three different men.
Pack History
Cloudmirror Manor
Serf->Runner->Insurgent
Birth-> 1y 2m
The Monkshood Guild
Silvertongue->Guildmaster
1y 2m -> 2y 9m
Lone Wolf
2y 9m -> 08/17/21
Akashingo
Pledged
08/17/21 -> 10/19/21
Akashingo
Jodai
10/19/21-> 01/25/22
Oi Kryfoí
Pledged
01/25/22-Present
OI KRYFOÍ
Vasilias
Future
Serf->Runner->Insurgent
Birth-> 1y 2m
The Monkshood Guild
Silvertongue->Guildmaster
1y 2m -> 2y 9m
Lone Wolf
2y 9m -> 08/17/21
Akashingo
Pledged
08/17/21 -> 10/19/21
Akashingo
Jodai
10/19/21-> 01/25/22
Oi Kryfoí
Pledged
01/25/22-Present
OI KRYFOÍ
Vasilias
Future
Profile of Themis: Additional Information
Registered on May 27, 2021, last visited February 13, 2023, 08:28 AM
·Nephele’s first language is Greek but she is fluent in English and the language of thieves, Thieves Cant. When using either of the two foreign languages, a hover tag will be placed on the words.
· Thieves Cant will appear like normal English, but will have a color marker to show it is not.
· Nephele’s scarred leg is able to be walked upon, and retains its normal use, but is weaker than her others and often pains her if she has walked a long way
· Doesn’t have an audible accent except for moments when she’s angry, or bone tired. Even then, it’s not as thick as you’d expect from a native speaker
· Nephele doesn’t worship any gods, but if she did, her choices would be Hermes and Iris. Hermes as the god of travelers and thieves, and Iris as her childhood patron, goddess of rainbows
· Nephele believes in the Greek pantheon and it’s assorted mythology, but believes she is not someone they follow or wish to associate themselves with.
·Since killing the wolf she called Goliath, Nephele has gained a companion in the form of the American Kestrel that accompanied Goliath. She has named this bird Anichneftís but will most likely refer to him simply as “bird” in dialogue. Sabah has send Anichneftís to Germanicus as proof she’s still alive
·Sabah is forming a pack by the name of Oi Kryfoí, or the Hidden Ones! If you are interested in assisting her in its formation, or just wanna know what it’s about, pop a dm over!
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Player Notes
20.College Student.They/Them.CST.In the WOLF discord as Box#7156 if you want to chat!
Hi I’m box! You can find me online at random intervals, but most often during the week as I have nothing to do. I don’t ooc plot very often, unless it is something that will affect the livelihood of my character, such as fights or death. Other than that, I leave everything 100% up to fate.
As for me personally, I enjoy Pokemon, Ace Attorney, Fire Emblem, and of course rp sites. I’m also avidly into The Owl House, as well as half a dozen other things at the moment. I do not control the hyperfixation, unfortunately.
Hi I’m box! You can find me online at random intervals, but most often during the week as I have nothing to do. I don’t ooc plot very often, unless it is something that will affect the livelihood of my character, such as fights or death. Other than that, I leave everything 100% up to fate.
As for me personally, I enjoy Pokemon, Ace Attorney, Fire Emblem, and of course rp sites. I’m also avidly into The Owl House, as well as half a dozen other things at the moment. I do not control the hyperfixation, unfortunately.
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