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[Mirage]

MIRAGE

"You don't see us, now you do, but only if we want you to."- Spiderwick Chronicles

BASICS:
Name: Mirage
Alias: N/A
Gender: Female
S.O.: Straight
Age: Yearling
Rank: Yearling
Desired Rank: Tracker
Originated From: Here and There

VIEWING:
Pelt Color: A blizzard white fleece, marked with highlights of black and grey. The grey contours her legs, tail, neck, shoulders, etc. While the black outlines her eyes, muzzle, nose, lips, and bridge.
Build: A skinny thing, not much to make of. She looks lanky and a little disproportionate, since she is still growing.
Pelt Texture: She has soft and rough patches of fur, scattered around her body. Usually the spring time it is more comfortable and silky, while in the winter it’s harsh and tough.
Optics: Both eyes are a vibrant blue, but have a thick ringlet of green encasing the pupil.
Markings: No other prominent ones accept the black lines that outline her face.
Scars: None.

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PERSONA:
She’s rather quiet, and timid of others. Although she doesn’t scare easily, she grows very nervous around wolves who are hostile or detached. Her attitude is generally friendly, but she can get her episodes of short tempers, though they are more rare than common. In situations where she is startled, she is quick to disappear and not be seen again for quite some time. It is very easy to tell when she is nervous or scared, usually in an uncomfortable situation she blends away and leaves. As well, it takes a while for someone to coax her out of a fear. She has little to no tolerance for those who are aggravating, and tend to stay away from those who make her feel negative.
Naturally, from birth she has been quite the curious one, and she gets in trouble because of it quite often. When something catches her attention it’s hard to steal it back away, and get her to focus on something else until she’s explored or figured out whatever interests her. Thus her quick departures and being quite the excellent hider, gave her the name mirage. You believe you’ve found her, until you realize she isn’t even there. Her socializing skills are pleasant and she can discuss mature things and give her insight to them respectfully and maturely. She is not the type of creature to voice her opinion bluntly, she takes into consideration of her words unless she is angry. Her native language is French, but she is almost just as fluent in English. However she will speak English to whoever speaks English and will speak French to anyone who knows French. Around elders she’s more than content to listen to a story, but don’t expect her to be around for too long!
Interaction with pups is a minimal for her, she enjoys them from time to time but tends to seek company of those older than her. In fact, it’s quite hard to find her socializing or spending time with another candid her age. She is quite docile and easy going, but gets bored very quickly. She hates dull moments. She is terrible at hunting but excellent at tracking. Her combat skills are satisfactory for her age, but she will never become good enough (or strong enough) to be a warrior herself. In all she’s dainty and fair, and isn’t afraid of it. Her opinion of herself is not lowered due to her size, which is very short since she has taken greatly after her mother in that area.

HISTORY:
When Aura discovered she was pregnant, it came as quite the shock. She had never desired to have a child of her own, simply because her partner and she were not the type to settle down. They were the traveling type, always on the move, always getting into trouble. Raising a pup seemed impossible. Yet, a natural motherly instinct drove her, and a love for the child was built. Her mate, Othniel, was more than willing to raise the child as well. He too, found and felt the strange love a parent has for its own.
Mirage was soon born, just a single pup, and her parents had to put adventure life on hold, to care for the small child. She hardly grew, and hardly spoke, but eventually her words came, as she learned the native tongue of her mother, and the native tongue of her father. Bilingual, she conversed with many, but found that time alone was always fun. Though she liked to explore, her parents craving for dangerous situations unnerved her, and many times she would be left at a camp, while her parents disappeared for weeks on their travels.
Only one other wolf visited twice a week when her parents were gone to drop off some food and check for wounds. Mirage hardly ever glimpsed the soot colored male, but she didn’t mind. He didn’t seem exactly friendly.
After two weeks her parents would always return, coming with exciting stories that always involved near death experiences. It alarmed her, on what dangers her parents put themselves in, and one time they asked her to come along. Mirage, however, had no desire to be put in a situation like they did, for she was always nervous and was easily scared. Declining their offer, they left hours later, saying they would be gone for a while. That usually meant a month.
So for a month Mirage fell into her routine, sometimes she would venture towards the human buildings in the forest, and snoop around there. She liked to cause havoc within the livestock but was only able to do that when the humans were gone. Her regular visitor came, delivered food and items, before he’d take off. She finally gained his name one day: Marcin. He was native to the European lands she was residing in, his parents had been half wolf half dog, but he left the human lands and off into the forests. His job within his pack, was a Messenger and Deliverer. He told her that he had been hired to look out for her for a month until her parents returned. She never did see him again after the second time for the last week. Although she rather missed company, being all alone wasn’t fun.
Her parents never returned.
Mirage waited for them for another week, then two, and then finally three. She had saved up food, since she hardly ate, but when the supply ran out, her natural urge told her to leave. Her parents would not be returning to her.
They were dead.
She felt as though it was hard to mourn for them, only because she rarely saw them, and had always assumed one day they wouldn’t return. It was as if her pup years of waiting was her time of mourning, and now she knew she just needed to leave. The scent of Marcin was stale but easily traceable, she followed it for miles, until it brought her to a loading dock. She knew what boats were, so she figured Marcin traveled the land by water.
How smart. She thought before slipping onto a cargo boat.
There she sailed.
The first place the ship stopped was her departure, the trip was long, and she was nauseous most of the way. Not to mention her hunger was nearly unbearable. When she left the dock she traveled, picking up scraps from decayed animals, and would sneak at night in gas stations randomly found in the woods, and eat through their trash. It was petty meals, and she constantly got sick, but it kept her alive.
So as you assumed she came upon this place, it was not the first pack she’d found, but it was the only one that seemed more than just adequate. She liked the space and the trees, and the grass. So she decided to give it a try.

LINEAGE:
Mother: Aura –deceased-
Father: Othniel –deceased-
Siblings: She knows of none.

CHARACTERISTICS (and all that jazz)
Likes: Adventure, outdoors, springs, waterfalls, elders, the cold, laughing, socializing, and being around loved ones.
Dislikes: Tight spaces, abrasive behavior, being kept in, hot weather, and hostile wolves.
Strengths: Tracking, discovering new places, and conversing.
Weaknesses: Getting over fears, fighting, and controlling her attention.
Fears: The dark, rude individuals, and not being wanted around.

BONDS:
Knows: No one
Doesn’t know: Everyone
Closest companion: No one
Friends: No one
Doesn’t like: No one

RELATIONSHIPS:
Status: Single
Crush: No one
Mate: She’s too young!
Pups: Nope

EXTRA:
Scent: vanilla
Tongue: French (First language) and English (Second language)
Accent: French

[Guest]

CARO I LOVE HER.
Her eyes. Are incredible.
Oh my gosh.
She's the exact opposite of Caro.
WHAT A CLASH.
#InternalConflict

[Dido]

OH. OH. OH.
She's beautiful ;n; It's too deep. Too perfect.
Just lovely and perfect and ugh. <3

[Mirage]

@Feather: Thanks love <333
AND I KNOW IT'S IRONIC.

@Dido: Shucks bb, thank you <333
YOU ARE EVEN MORE LOVELY AND PERFECT :D

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