General⇢Name; born Zena, named changed to Whiskey
⇢Nickname; Whisk
⇢Age; 3 years
⇢Gender; Female
⇢Rank Desired; I don't think she'll care.
Appearance⇢Species; Grey Wolf
⇢Coat Color; White with grey misting
⇢Eye Color; Brown
⇢Height; 31 inches
⇢Weight; 103 lbs
⇢Build; Fit, very muscular.
⇢Markings; Other than the grey misting in her white pelt, none that stand out.
⇢Scars; None significant enough to be mentioned.
⇢Other; n.a
Background⇢Personality;
⇢Family;
⇢History; Born to the alphas of a pack far away from Mercy, she was named Zena, which meant "warrior princess." She had a sister, named Manwathiel, meaning "pure." Their names couldn't have been more fitting. Zena was outgoing and fiesty, more tomboyish than her girly, too-good-for-you sister. Unlike most littermates, Zena and Manawathiel were not very close. In fact, they butt heads on just about everything. Often, they would avoid each other and only associate when they needed to. That way of life worked best for the sisters, and they were happy that way.
Zena had a close childhood friend whom she had been inseparable with since before she could remember. His name was Raunien and he was her best friend. It didn't take long for their friendship to catch fire and turn into love, though the words were never spoken, feelings cloaked with fear.
It was around when she was two years old when she saw them. Her sister, Manwathiel, and Raunien, getting cozy not too far from the dens where Raunien and Zena were supposed to be meeting to go hunting together. She couldn't believe her eyes, her heart couldn't believe the betrayal. Raunien knew how she felt toward her sister and her sister must have seen her feelings for Raunien. She felt sick to her stomach and a tornado of rage burning inside her. All she could say was
"I hate you" as she tore her glare away from the lovers and took off the way she came. She heard Raunien calling after her from behind, but she didn't care to stop, wait, or to hear him out. She refused to give him the benefit of the doubt. She just kept running.
She ran until she didn't know where she was, but she liked that. Sure, she could turn around and retrace her steps and go "home." But, why? What was worse; living without Raunien or watching him be with Manwathiel? She wasn't sure she could do either, but she decided she was never going home. It was easier than watching her best friend, the love of her life, be with the one person she despised. She never returned.
She's been on her own for a year now, she didn't feel like a rouge or a loner. She didn't know what she was. She was a pack wolf at heart, she knew that. But every pack she's seen in the past year just didn't feel... well, like home. Every wolf she's met in the past year she has introduced herself as, not Zena, no. She wasn't her anymore. Now, she was Whiskey.
⇢Strengths;
- Reliable
- Strong-headed
- Trustworthy
- Thinks things through
- Protective
- Loyal
- Empathetic
- Tries to bring out the best in others
- Excellent memory
- Responsible
- Service oriented
- Good listener
⇢Weakness;
- Needs positive reinforcement
- Slow to trust
- Quick to anger
- Outspoken
- Easily overburdened, can't say "no"
- Never asks for help, hates accepting help
- Feels inadequate
- Difficulty moving on
- Holds grudges
⇢Likes;
- Having a small group of close friends
- Food
- Autumn
- Peace and quiet
- Warmth
- Pups
- Stories
- Rain
⇢Dislikes;
- Conflict
- Fake friends
- Betrayal
- Winter
- Loud noises
- Cold
- Wolves who won't shut up and are just plain annoying.
⇢Habits;
- Blowing things out of proportion
- Overreacting
- Assuming
- Running when she is angry or upset
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