Hrennanmir x Bishop of Vertok

⥼ Hrennanmir (Hrenn, Ren)

⥼ 3 yrs (spring)

⥼ Demigirl (she/they)

⥼ Heterosexual

⥼ Vertok

⥼ Bishop

⥼ Alive (healthy)

N. Rocky Mountain Wolf • 32in/81cm • 94lbs/43kg

Eye Color: The color of a calm, cloudless sky.
Scars/Deformities: None apparent.
Voice: Unexpectedly soft and smooth naturally; loud and short when she wants it to be.
Scent: Lemongrass, ginger, and slight hints of rose

Only slightly larger than average in height and weight, Hrennanmir is a presence that takes up ample space. Monochromatic fur in the color of stone drapes in thick curtains over a healthy, well-fed frame, appearing especially thick around her neck and the unusually short length of her tail. She holds herself tall and still, a stoic expression on her atypical features such as her tall, wide-set ears, equally wide-set and long-lashed eyes, and the slightly roman curvature of her snout. Though the fur around her face is dark, matching that of her back and rump, the stony expression there is usually clear - her impression hardly inviting.

Composed • Willful • Keen • Detached • Insensitive

ISTP

Lawful Good

Hrennanmir is a strange creature from a far-away land, raised amongst a band of traveling women who specialized as healers for pay. She is kind, but not always nice. Smart, but not always perceptive. Honest, but almost never polite. Things like lack of manners or horrific pasts or violent outbursts don’t seem to phase her in the slightest… but then nothing does, really. It’s clear from her sharp, composed nature that Hrenn has seen some shit, and intends to make sure herself, and whoever else is alongside her, will survive wave after wave of more of it. She will drag you through each day by the ear if she must, whine all you like as she does not phase easily.

While Hrenn may seem cold, she cares fiercely, and has been taught more thoroughly than most that no matter how dire your fate may seem, it can be fought against and warped, willed by those with iron hearts to create something far better. Her craft as a healer is an extension of her very soul; the lens through which she views the world and her potential within it. It is an extension of her compassion as well. While it is not in her nature to read between the lines of one’s words and offer them inner comforts, Hrenn has a keen eye for the pain of her kin, and is not one to let it go unnoticed. Even those deemed unworthy by most can count on her to defend and defy their mortality - even when the personal cost to Hrennanmir may be greater than she could ever know.

Likes
• Learning
• Being challenged
• Routines
• Views from high places
• Caves
• Small prey (mice especially)
• Capable and witty company

Dislikes
• Indecision
• Flakiness
• Laziness
• Dry seasons
• Tangles in her fur
• Disrespect
• Falsehood and fatalism

Strikethrough indicates the deceased. Italics indicates an adopted relationship.

Sire: Unknown ♂
Dam: Unknown ♀
Siblings: N/A
Other Significant Family: Matra Ifara ♀ (adopted mother/leader)

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

In-Game Relationships: Under the spoiler

Past Affiliations: The Swardhell Guild (Shaman)

Hrennanmir remembers nothing of their life before Swardhell. She remembers not her parents, nor her birthplace, nor if she had any blood siblings... her first memory is instead of Matra Ifara screaming, and then a strange man being taken away for death. A tall, terrifying woman with a coat as black as tar, the leader of the Guild and subsequently of Hrenn, Matra Ifara was a force to be reconned with, and Hrenn's first hero.

Hrenn trained from the time they could learn to become a Shaman, as all the females in the group did. From the very first lesson it was the group's goal to shape them into a capable and creative representation of the group, fit for their life of travel and bartering - it was how Swardhell survived, offering healing services to packs in dire need, in exchange for food or land or information. Then they'd move. The women were the leaders and healers, while the scarce few men that joined them were the protectors and warriors. Hrenn loved it. She felt called to the craft and suited the life perfectly, and after being assigned her mentor, Birdie, quickly developed into a Shaman worthy of the Swardhell reputation. Even as she grew and her identity felt changed and complicated, being a healer always took precedence and was her pride and joy, above all other pleasures.

But things happened, and Hrenn was forced to leave the group after a difficult decision involving Birdie, in which she chose her mentor's life over her place within the guild. The choice alienated her from her old life completely, including Birdie, and so Hrenn had decided to leave and put as much space between them and herself as possible, as much as it pained her to do so.

They travelled solo for a time before finding a group in which they could start their life anew. The pack called themselves the Vertok, and so now a Bishop she would be... as well as still a Shaman, somewhere deep down.