Soralai x Magnum Spy of Mercurior

⥼ Soralai (Sora)

⥼ 3 yrs (summer)

⥼ Female (she/her)

⥼ Bisexual (closeted polyamorous)

⥼ The Mercurior Guild

⥼ Magnum Spy

⥼ Alive (healthy)

Red/Mexican Wolf Mix • 27in/69cm • 80lbs/36kg

Eye Color: A harsh citrine color.
Scars/Deformities: None apparent.
Voice: Middle-toned, pleasant, and very expressive.
Scent: A subtle, clean combination of sweet grass and tree bark.

A small, attractive young woman with an abundance of medium length, wavy, reddish fur. Her pelt lends extra volume to her face, chest, tail, and the backs of all four legs. Graceful movement comes naturally to her, and in spite of her eye-catching coloring and striking yellow eyes, Soralai can often choose where and when she is actually seen by others, sometimes resembling more fox than wolf. She is very aware of the space she takes up, continuously honing her natural stealth like a muscle of it's own. Although physically in shape, it is clear on first impression she is not a particularly impressive fighter, but instead suited for hunting small prey and staying out of the way of larger threats. She would be easy to defeat if caught. This doesn’t phase her much, and it’s rare to come across Soralai without a clean appearance and an air of confidence about her. Since joining the Guild, her shoulder has donned the recognizable Mercurior mark painted impermanently in red. She keeps it touched up unless on the job, in which case it disappears entirely.

Disarming • Social • Frivolous • Meddling • Insubordinate

ENFP

Chaotic Neutral

Young, social rumormongers may have no finer champion than the wolf who calls herself Soralai. An extrovert since the time she was born, she's had her whole life to hone a very specific set of skills, all hand-chosen to lead her straight into the arms of her prize - the source of her power in a world where much seems out of reach and out of control - information.

Soralai was born charismatic, romantic, and thoughtful. She surrounds herself with pretty things and stays occupied by deeper musings. A genuine love of other people makes up an integral part of her, and she fights to keep the attention and win the affection of those who stand out among the rabble. And while these traits might not seem useful to most, they have certainly helped Soralai, and kept her happy, and so she tends to them like flowers in a garden. Over the years her love of aiding those who need her most has grown into an especially tall bloom. Most days she even believes it is her higher purpose. Something to give her life more meaning than simply surviving where the ghosts of her past thought, or maybe hoped, she would not.

Because while Soralai may like to put on a nice little smile and present herself in the best light possible, that is not to say she doesn't have her issues. A suffocated upbringing has made her disobedient in adulthood; authority figures and her don't usually get off to a good start. She likes to meddle, pry, and jump to conclusions. Sometimes Sora won't even know that she's done anything wrong until someone confronts her, enraged by her overstepping when she thought she was being useful. Guilt will settle in then, but as she is now, Soralai can't seem to pin down what exactly keeps going wrong, when all she wants to do, in her mind, is help. Sometimes just what people need is someone with her particular talents, after all.

Likes
• Beautiful things
• Climbing
• Hiding
• Woods, forests, trees
• Gossiping
• Mysteries
• Being helpful

Dislikes
• Authority
• Surprises
• Feeling left out
• Open Spaces
• Being chased (even playfully)
• The idea of motherhood (it's complicated)

Strikethrough indicates the deceased. Italics indicates an adopted relationship.

Sire: NPC ♂
Dam: NPC ♀
Siblings: Trylle ♀, Sath ♀, Several Other NPC Siblings
Other Significant Family: N/A

Mate: N/A
Previous Mate(s): Caedric ♂
Offspring: N/A

In-Game Relationships: Under the spoiler

Past Affiliations: Unnamed family pack (Caretaker)

Born as a child of her parent’s third litter, to a pack of nearly unheard of size, Soralai grew up surrounded - suffocated - by family in her mother’s natal pack. While her and her siblings got along and were cared for, it was rare that they ever got any alone time with their parents, and mostly it was their older siblings who did the raising. For this reason, while her and her littermates were never alone, Soralai’s childhood felt incredibly isolated.

Yet everyone got along and things went smoothly otherwise. As she got older the expectations of her as a young female became more and more evident, especially in contrast to what her brothers were told to look forward to. While most of their older sisters were either taking care of the pups or starting families of their own, the brothers had a wide range of jobs that her male littermates could choose from. Soralai didn’t mind this fact of life for a while, but being a caretaker is not what she was born to be and there was only so long that she could ignore that fact. While other females rebelled in their own ways, Soralai would hide from her responsibilities by sneaking away and looking for beautiful, secluded places to nap. In the spring she’d find newborn animals and simply observe them, or she’d pick flowers and run through the territory shaking their pollen out, in hopes that she was making more flowers as she heard the shamans say it was done.

She was happier this way, but still something wasn’t right. Nobody ever noticed her absence, as it was easy to lose one little pup in the crowd. She was alone, and this wasn’t fixing anything.

Into her adolescence she began seeking out connection through relationships with some of the other young wolves nearby, spending more time around her pack and attending her duties like a good young lady. One young male in particular got deep under her skin, and soon her and Caedric were best friends as well as yearlings in love. She’d show him the secret places she’d discovered, and he’d share with her thoughts no one else was allowed to know. Soralai cared for him deeply… and yet something still felt wrong.

The feeling came mostly when they’d talk about the future. While Caedric wanted to stay, become mates, and have her take care of their children, Soralai was more and more repulsed by the idea every day. It led to fights, but even still they remained close, taking solace in each other as another birthing season came and went, and each one grew more restless to become real “grown ups”. Caedric's apprenticeship as a healer picked up in intensity. During this period Soralai began fighting more often with her mother and sisters over her duties, but still saw no other choice but to comply. Her grand ideas about the outside world were always shamed and called foolish, so eventually she just stopped trying to reason with anyone. Even Caedric.

The first litter she tended to on her own belonged to a young, turbulent pair who were seeking refuge in the pack from outside violence. She enjoyed being helpful, but didn’t enjoy the work much besides for the times when the mother of the pups was around. The two women got on easily, and as Monera, as the mother was called, began telling Soralai stories of the outside, she began spending less and less time with Caedric. They would laugh and exchange thoughts without filter, and Soralai surprised herself by realizing that as they grew closer, her feelings were similar to the ones she’d felt at the beginning of her and Caedric’s relationship. It wasn’t long before the daydreams of him became daydreams of them, which felt just as forbidden as her dreams of escape and also far more confusing. Monera joined Caedric as one of the privelegded few who ever got to talk to Soralai without reserve, and the busy young male was beginning to notice.

Soralai struggled with her emotions but never figured them out, let alone acted on them, knowing Monera was committed to her current partner and raising her family. But the feelings drove a stake through her and Caedric’s relationship nonetheless. He could sense her unrest, and when she finally came clean to him, as not only young lovers but also best friends of many years, he was enraged. Feeling betrayed and frustrated that Soralai wanted all the wrong things with all the wrong people, he ended things that night, both parties frustrated and saying things they’d regret. Soralai stayed in place at that beautiful, secret clearing and wept; feelings of guilt, frustration, and loneliness consumed her tenfold. Her family thought she was just another rebellious girl who’d soon fall into line. Caedric thought her disloyal and immature. And Monera... Monera was only interested in her friendship, which deepened Soralai’s guilt.

The next day she ignored her duties, much like she had as a child, and instead went around visiting all her closest family members. They didn’t know it at the time, but Soralai was saying a silent goodbye, having come to a conclusion during her long and restless night. She would leave that evening after confessing to a confused Monera, offering for the woman to bring her children and come with her, but of course knowing she would be refused. Even with that final heartbreak, Soralai felt nothing less of relief as she crossed the border outside of her homeland for the first and final time. She would leave her foolishness and mistakes behind, and follow her calling out into the unknown.

What followed was a much happier, but far less certain, period of Soralai’s life. Now a young woman, very much the product of her beginning circumstances, she found herself seeking out companionship wherever she went, in many different forms. She’d find herself wanting to help anyone she could, yet never expected, or even wanted, anything in return except for perhaps a good conversation and some information where and when she could find it. It was a lonely life, but she was used to that. She got smarter, and more cunning, and ever more free.

After many months, her talents for stealth and information-collecting landed her in an interesting position with a new Guild of wolves she came across one foggy morning. They called themselves the Mercurior, and though Soralai still bristles at the thought of being under someone’s thumb again and having certain expectations put upon her, she decided to join in hopes of finding that missing piece she’d been searching for (as well as to ensure her survival).

Quickly she proved herself to be an impressive and effective spy, work she finds surprisingly enjoyable. Still a brand new recruit, she travels with the Mercurior close by but watches and waits for her next move to present itself, always willing to follow where her gut takes her. For now that seems to be towards a strange new land with many new opportunities she would’ve never even dreamed of as a pup, and Soralai simply can’t wait to learn more.