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GENERAL
NAME. Ashe
AGE. Five
SPECIES Arctic
PACK. Not Applicable
RANKING. Not Applicable
POWER. Storm-Bringer
LEVEL. Novice

FAMILY
MOTHER. [Lilac|Alive]
FATHER. [Phyq|Deceased]
SIBLINGS. [Sibling 1|Deceased] [Sibling 2|Deceased] [Fell|Deceased]
MATE. Not Applicable
OTHER. Not Applicable

LOOKS AND LIFE
PERSONALITY. Ashe is a fickle creature to describe, but a simple being to understand. Her personality revolves around this inherent idea that everyone has a role in this world, and the duty to play their part. Loyal and honorable to a fault, Ashe is a follower. Diligent, when charged with a task she does not fail, and will persist until the mission is completed. Of course, her respect is not won easily, so her abilities are often left untouched. Ashe rarely speaks, and instead communicates with simplistic body language. Her dark eyes have an unrivaled vocabulary, that often renders others speechless. Apathetic to most things, she lives her life only to avoid death, and to welcome it when it finally comes. Ashe lacks the drive many other wolves possess, and breathes only to take in air. In truth, the female is capable of feeling, but the ability is hidden deep within her, and very unlikely to show itself before her time ends here. Ashe has never developed feelings of any sort for anyone, not even pups who have attempted to gain her attention in the past. Not easily angered, the she-wolf finds it easy to keep logic about her in testing situations. Ashe prefers silence to noise, and solitude to company.
APPEARANCE. Ashe has a rather lithe appearance, giving her the look of femininity that her personality leaves out. Medium in size, she can appear relatively dainty and regular. Her fur is long and ranges between white and gray in many shades. Ashe is not vibrant in color, and yet not completely dull. Unlike most lightly colored wolves who retain their bright eye color, this she-wolf has dark eyes. In some light black; in others brown. Despite this ordinary appearance, Ashe does have very definitive markings in her pelt. As her mixed bloodlines fought for dominance in her coloring, black only won out in a few areas. Amongst them the tip of her muzzle and paw, of which look as if burned. But also her right foreleg, and inner thighs.
PAST. Ashe finds her history better left untold, as it withholds many illnesses. Lilac, her mother, had had many litters before Ashe's, but hers would prove to be the smallest. Born with three others, two would be lost to disease before they opened their eyes. With only two to care for, Ashe and Fell were lavished with attention from not only their mother, but the entirety of the pack. She was born, not to an established clan, but instead to a group of rogues who came together out of necessity under the leadership of Lilac and Phyq. Ashe never knew why her parents had seemingly been banished from a normal hierarchy, though the pups had little reason to question it. Although only older by moments, Fell quickly took the lead in their young years. They were polar opposites in both appearance and personality. The white she-wolf did not have to be taught to control her emotions, as it came with ease. She did not anger, frighten, or sadden easily. In fact, Ashe spent all her time following in her hot-tempered brothers paw prints. She became his rock, who kept him at peace. But Fell had always had a darkness about him, and the desire to rule would become too much for him to disguise any longer. It would be their third year that he would challenge their aging father, who in his old age was unable to defend himself. However, having always been a daddy's girl, so to speak, Ashe would have none of it. This was no challenge of only leadership, but one that would end in someone losing a life. And so the age old battle of light and dark began, settled around the irrelevant life of two wolves: siblings. As wind and thunder reigned in the heavens, only one came out of the battle with their life about them. Seeing as Ashe still lives, it is obvious who the victor was. With guilt ridden shoulders, the she-wolf would leave her pack the following morning. She still searches for something to ease the hole in her soul where Fell once was, and yet closes herself to anyone who may get too close.