Post by Bri on Nov 25, 2020 6:57:28 GMT
Moro||Queen of Hearts
General Information
Alias(es): Moro
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 5 Years
Pack: Sanzin
Rank: Queen of Hearts
Height/Weight-She's an average 32 inches high and weighs in at 90 pounds, though she would argue that her fur adds an extra ten pounds.
Scent-She often smells medicinal due to her work. The odors of plants mingle within her thick pelt.
Voice-Scarlet Johanson, her voice is deep with a hard tone that is sure of itself.
You see, Ymir and Cornae were determined to take over the pack for themselves, they had a taste of power and wanted more. They bid their time, waiting for their moment to strike. At this time Moro was a year of age and training heavily to follow her mothers steps, learning about the flora around the territory and their medicinal properties. She experimented while her parents plotted, oblivious to their treason until the night Ymir and Cornae were drug to the middle of the pack and their plans were revealed by none other than Aramis, Moro's sister who had been the first born of their litter thus dubbed the oldest. Moro watched as her parents were sneered at but then the eyes turned on her. The looks in everyone's eyes and the realization that her family was full of nothing but corruption made her blood run cold. She was ordered to the front and had two choices: forsake her parents or lay with them to die.
Moro looked at her sister, but there was nothing in her eyes, she then down at her parents, her father refused to meet her eyes while her mother didn't dare break their gaze. Her eyes told her enough. Moro looked at her back before turning and ripping out her parents throats; mother first then father. As the smell of blood filled the air the pack flew into a frenzy until there was nothing left. Moro doesn't remember much else, just the look of her mothers eyes before launching into attack. To her, those two were no longer her parents, just traitors to their pack, and as she was about to leave the carnage and return to her studies more howls and screams broke open the pack and Moro watched as her sister renounced their pack and ran into the woods, followed by multiple wolves. Moro did nothing, she watched as every disappeared into the shadows, resigning herself to solitude and her studies.
The work of medicine kept her from thinking of her reality and she made many discoveries that launched her into ranking up as her salves and cures seemed to heal faster than anyone else. Along with her studies she also spent much time training to protect herself, her body growing leaner and more muscled beneath her fluffy fur. Often others think she's chunky, but the fur is deceiving. During her youth she met a strong male warrior named Ro, he was an obvious candidate to sire pups and Moro didn't turn away his advances. Soon they had their litter, but something was wrong. All three were small and struggling. Moro tried to use her medicine to save them but showing such emotion was dangerous, she was careful to not show it in front of anyone, acting like she didn't care, but as the days went on it was too obvious to ignore that these pups would not be worthy of Sanzin. She had to watch as they wasted away and were tormented to other pups until the day each of them died. Losing them made Ro angry-he threw himself into being a warrior until one day he did not return.
Watching other pups grow while others died and were unceremoniously thrown to the outskirts of the territory Moro began to grow bitter. Why throw away lives if they weren't meant for Sanzin? It wasn't the pups fault. She thought about it constantly until her studies brought her to an unexpected combination of flora that gave whoever ingested it the appearance of death when in all reality the subject was in a deep slumber, destined to rise in a few hours. With this discovery Moro's dangerous plan began to form. As the Queen of Hearts she is one of the most trusted healers in the pack, no one questioned her. It was her duty to serve and as pups died she shuttled them to the burial ground but what no one knows is that these seemingly dead pups were fed her concoction and were deep asleep. One by one she saved lives. Some pups never woke up, but majority did and thanks to various wolves that came by the pup cemetery, were able to be taken and given new lives in other packs. They were given a second chance at life and quietly word spread, wolves eager to be parents would arrive and take what pups were available. Moro works alone in the matter, wishing she could have done something for her lost pups.
Relationships:
Familial:
Ymir-Father-Deceased
Cornae-Mother-Deceased
Aramis-Estranged Sister
Ro-Mate-Assumed Deceased
3 Deceased Pups
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
General Information
Alias(es): Moro
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 5 Years
Pack: Sanzin
Rank: Queen of Hearts
Appearance
Physical Description-She has an average frame but thanks to very course and fluffy fur she's often thought of as chunky. She doesn't correct others, letting them make their wrong assumptions that she will eventually prove wrong. The underside of her pelt is white and tan, darkening as it goes to her back. Her fur is mixed with whites and light browns. She has thick paws that leave heavy tracks and a tail that is thick as a branch and nearly drags on the ground.Height/Weight-She's an average 32 inches high and weighs in at 90 pounds, though she would argue that her fur adds an extra ten pounds.
Scent-She often smells medicinal due to her work. The odors of plants mingle within her thick pelt.
Voice-Scarlet Johanson, her voice is deep with a hard tone that is sure of itself.
Reputation + Personality
Cold- Moro isn't here for friends, even to other healers she keeps her distance. She has her own purpose and goals and won't let anyone keep her from fulfilling those.
Hubris- With her quick rise in ranks and success in healing, Moro knows she is better than the rest. She is the Queen of Hearts for a reason and won't let anyone forget how intelligent and deserving she is of that role.
Judgmental- She is quick to make assumptions on who you are within the first few minutes of meeting. She scrutinizes every move made and doesn't care about your rank, if she thinks any less of you then that is what she believes until you prove differently.
Calculating- Every move and action is planned, she doesn't go out on a whim. Everything has a place and there is no reason for her to venture out of her self drawn lines.
Secretive- She keeps to herself and isn't forth coming when it comes to sharing her information with others. Keeping to herself has made her be able to show one side to her pack while she follows through with her own goals, almost like she is two different wolves in one.
History
A pure bred Sanzin. Her parents were part of the favored as she grew up, Ymir and Cornae were an unstoppable force out on the battle field and within the pack grounds. Her father was a master at sneaking into other packs and stealing valuable information while her mother stayed back and healed those who deserved it. Both were valuable to the alpha at the time and were often found at his side, guiding him in his choices while Moro pushed around the other pups, making her name known as a force to not be reckoned with. Her parents raised her to do what benefited her and pursue her own goals, especially if they would benefit the pack in the long run, though these teachings are what lead to their deaths.You see, Ymir and Cornae were determined to take over the pack for themselves, they had a taste of power and wanted more. They bid their time, waiting for their moment to strike. At this time Moro was a year of age and training heavily to follow her mothers steps, learning about the flora around the territory and their medicinal properties. She experimented while her parents plotted, oblivious to their treason until the night Ymir and Cornae were drug to the middle of the pack and their plans were revealed by none other than Aramis, Moro's sister who had been the first born of their litter thus dubbed the oldest. Moro watched as her parents were sneered at but then the eyes turned on her. The looks in everyone's eyes and the realization that her family was full of nothing but corruption made her blood run cold. She was ordered to the front and had two choices: forsake her parents or lay with them to die.
Moro looked at her sister, but there was nothing in her eyes, she then down at her parents, her father refused to meet her eyes while her mother didn't dare break their gaze. Her eyes told her enough. Moro looked at her back before turning and ripping out her parents throats; mother first then father. As the smell of blood filled the air the pack flew into a frenzy until there was nothing left. Moro doesn't remember much else, just the look of her mothers eyes before launching into attack. To her, those two were no longer her parents, just traitors to their pack, and as she was about to leave the carnage and return to her studies more howls and screams broke open the pack and Moro watched as her sister renounced their pack and ran into the woods, followed by multiple wolves. Moro did nothing, she watched as every disappeared into the shadows, resigning herself to solitude and her studies.
The work of medicine kept her from thinking of her reality and she made many discoveries that launched her into ranking up as her salves and cures seemed to heal faster than anyone else. Along with her studies she also spent much time training to protect herself, her body growing leaner and more muscled beneath her fluffy fur. Often others think she's chunky, but the fur is deceiving. During her youth she met a strong male warrior named Ro, he was an obvious candidate to sire pups and Moro didn't turn away his advances. Soon they had their litter, but something was wrong. All three were small and struggling. Moro tried to use her medicine to save them but showing such emotion was dangerous, she was careful to not show it in front of anyone, acting like she didn't care, but as the days went on it was too obvious to ignore that these pups would not be worthy of Sanzin. She had to watch as they wasted away and were tormented to other pups until the day each of them died. Losing them made Ro angry-he threw himself into being a warrior until one day he did not return.
Watching other pups grow while others died and were unceremoniously thrown to the outskirts of the territory Moro began to grow bitter. Why throw away lives if they weren't meant for Sanzin? It wasn't the pups fault. She thought about it constantly until her studies brought her to an unexpected combination of flora that gave whoever ingested it the appearance of death when in all reality the subject was in a deep slumber, destined to rise in a few hours. With this discovery Moro's dangerous plan began to form. As the Queen of Hearts she is one of the most trusted healers in the pack, no one questioned her. It was her duty to serve and as pups died she shuttled them to the burial ground but what no one knows is that these seemingly dead pups were fed her concoction and were deep asleep. One by one she saved lives. Some pups never woke up, but majority did and thanks to various wolves that came by the pup cemetery, were able to be taken and given new lives in other packs. They were given a second chance at life and quietly word spread, wolves eager to be parents would arrive and take what pups were available. Moro works alone in the matter, wishing she could have done something for her lost pups.
Relationships:
Familial:
Ymir-Father-Deceased
Cornae-Mother-Deceased
Aramis-Estranged Sister
Ro-Mate-Assumed Deceased
3 Deceased Pups
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
Staff Tag:
Bri
Bri
Her Song
