[Fenic of Sardothien]

FENIC

   

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   Nicknames/Alias: Fen; Fenic the Omega

   Sex:
  Female

   Age:
   3 years

   Sardothien or Pixduas?:
   Sardothien

   Species:
   Tundra Wolf

   Rank:
   Omega

   Crush:
   None [though hmu if you wanna do a crush thing, whether it's one-sided or not! fen's into dudes, gals, and nb pals alike!]

   Mate:
   None

   Pups/cubs:
   None

   Eye Color:
   Yellow

   Special markings/scars:
   N/A; a nick in her left ear

   General appearance:
   Fenic's fur is a pure white color, the same hue as a gentle flurry of snow onto mountaintops, or of statues carved out of pure ivory. Her fur, though she tries to keep it beautiful and unsullied, usually looks matted to some degree, though on better days she's able to smooth it out before the day is barely started. She has glaring yellow eyes, ones that are regarded as being almost as bright as her pelt, though her night-vision is not as skillful as others may think, and she is talented in other areas rather than her sight- because Fenic is known for being a runner. All of her life she's been an omega, she's been low on the totem pole because of her mother's crime- and so running has been her natural instinct, how she chooses to fight instead of using flight.

For a wolf of her species, the ability to run quickly may sound absurd, but it's one thing she's been trying to improve. She is weaker than most of Sardonius, and she is not the most agile wolf either- always trying to improve her speed, always trying to make things better in this area, because she'll always be seen as weak, always be seen as clumsy.

But nobody will ever notice her swiftness, and her escape- hopefully.

    General personalty:
   "You are a mistake."

That's what she's always been told, that she wasn't important, she was unwanted. Now, the obvious thing for a hero to do wouldn't be to stand there and take it, right? What the hero of the story would do is to rise up from their weakness and use it to make them better, confronting those that were causing them misery and shoving it back into their own faces- a taste of their own medicine. However, Fenic is not necessarily a hero. She is somebody who has grown up to believe that she is weak, and that she cannot do anything to change this- and she believes it. This wolf has a case of bad self-esteem, and will often resort to submission in order to hide her own shame of being herself, and to place the blame of her self-doubt onto others.

As an Omega, she's been socialized to obey those higher than her, and to hold her head down and listen, not talk. Fenic is quite good with practicing this, though she often gets quite emotional by herself, feeling that crying when she thinks she's alone is better than bursting into tears in the middle of the camp, though her emotions are usually less fiery and more self-pitying, and she'll get nervous whenever something big is expected of her, since she was never properly taught how to do a lot of things correctly, having been an Omega from a very young age. Her social skills especially are frail at their best, and she's better at serving others than striking up a conversation, often freaking out internally at the very presence of higher-ranking members of her pack.

However, one thing she can find herself skilled with is taking care of some of the young- despite her troubled emotional state, she often finds sanctity in helping with pups and cubs, knowing that they are the one entity that she might be able to feel comfortable around, because she knows that she is stronger than them, that she has control over them. It's strange to think this way about the young, but it's a great feeling to finally be the one to be looking out for somebody, to be surveying them and able to be in their presence without having to duck your head, to become a punching bag for those above her, in ways that are both physically and emotionally.

Fenic is a kind wolf when it comes to the young, and though she's almost always acting submissive and subservient to others, she genuinely enjoys playing games with them, helping them out and making sure that they feel alright. Often, it's her favorite activity to sit by the young and watch them carefully, making sure that they don't get hurt- and in times like winter, where not many are born, it's a bit hard on her, almost like she doesn't have anyone to interact with, that she doesn't have friends anymore. They've grown up, and now they're higher, higher than the wolf who helped raise them.

Being alone is hard for Fenic, but it's better than having to be in the company of others who give her panic attacks, who make her feel uncomfortable and awkward, as if she has to do what they say or she'll be exiled, hurt- maybe even killed for disobeying direct order. The idea of death, of being cast out into the wilderness, of blood seeping into your fur and onto the ground below you, it's terrifying for almost anyone, and Fenic doesn't want to ever imagine it happening to her, so she goes with what everyone says, for now- because in a pack like this, just doing what you're told is better than having to meet a grim fate like those who came before you.

   Likes
   

   

• Being alone
     
  

   

   

• Submission [from herself]
     
  

   

   

• [Taking care of] Pups / Cubs
     
  

   Dislikes
   

   

• Higher-ranked company
     
  

   

   

• The fear of pain, death, or punishment for stepping out of line
     
  

   

   

• Her own attitude towards life, though she doesn't make any move to change it
     
  

   History:
   Fenic was born to a pair of two, named Mikan and Hinata- new parents, who seemed to care more about their love for each other than the well-being of their pack- Sardothien. They were a well-made match who adored their relationship, and doted on their newborn pups as well- Chisa and Fenic, two lovely girls, only newborns and still amazing in their eyes. Mikan and Hinata, they were partners in crime, having joined this tribe together when they were younger, a young couple in search of adventure. They settled in nicely, and when they finally had their first litter, they were aged enough to know that this place had strict laws- but the youth in them told the couple to challenge those rules, to do things only for their own sakes'. They'd hunt prey only to hide it for themselves, slack off on their duties to be with each other, and grieved for weeks on end when one of their pups, Chisa, passed away during kithood of health complications. As their surviving daughter, Fenic, began to grow old enough to begin training, however- their actions were discovered.

They were confronted about their decisions, and did the worst, most impulsive thing possible- they confessed, they said they cared more about their love than the safety of this pack, that they were simply meant to be. Each of them recounted their actions and explained how lovely their mate was, and each of them were given the appropriate punishment- they were wounded, and they were exiled from the pack, told to get away from pack territory that day or be killed on sight.

They died together, on the border, with no intent of bandaging up their wounds- they joined the pack together, and they'd leave it together.

However, the couple didn't know the effect of their betrayal on the one other member of their family, the one who didn't even do anything. As a reminder of her parent's mistakes, the pup was never made a pupil. She was made an Omega, to show how disobeying orders and becoming a traitor wouldn't just affect you, but it would affect your family, you'd be sacrificing their well-being for yours. And so Fenic was taught to serve, she was taught to keep her mouth shut and tail low.

She was taught to stay silent, and that's what she did.

   Family:
   Mikan - Mother, Exiled/Dead
Hinata - Father, Exiled/Dead
Chisa - Sister, Dead

   Application keys?:
  -Gobbles all of the keys and licks lips- Chassity

   How did you find us?:
through an advertisement on teeth lost, hearts won!

   Other characters:
   N/A

   Roleplay post:
[from another site, w/ the warriors fandom]
        After having run into his adoptive son, Rainpaw, in the territory for a bit, Russetswirl felt obliged to visit a few of his other kits, though his visits had grown to be countless in number, sometimes even multiple ones a day. He loved his family, but they weren't just for the kits, but to see someone else who'd be with them... Shellfeather. The gray she-cat who looked just like Rainpaw and Stormkit, and the one he's been in love with almost all his life, from when they were just apprentices, training at the same stream and talking to each other in the apprentice's den- which reminded him that he also had two more daughters to visit, his apprentice-age children- Applepaw and Seapaw. Applepaw had been getting close to an older apprentice, Swamppaw, but he didn't know much about what Seapaw was doing, only being able to get glimpses of her life from what seemed like such a far distance.

Padding into the nursery, Russetswirl's tail dragged onto the dirt floor behind him as he fit into the den, looking around for a bit and suddenly meeting Shellfeather's gaze. After the last time he really had a conversation with her, he wound up with a few scars on his back from Scorchingflame- who was also in love with his soulmate. Russet couldn't imagine being with anyone else but her, though their relationship was strained at it's best right now. With Cricketkit, Willowpaw, and Snakevoice's deaths still haunting the couple, the two had drifted apart, and let Scorchingflame grow too close to Shellfeather- something that turned out to have disatrous consequences. "Hi." He mumbled softly, crouching down to look at the kits quietly. "How are you guys?" His gaze flicked up to Shellfeather for a quick second, to see his mate seeming to tear up, and young Spicekit sounded like he was trying to comfort her- Is this what I've done? "Shell..." His tail picking up off of the floor and laying on his mate's shoulder in comfort, trying not to make this too awkward.


Looking down at Spicekit with a proud expression, he nuzzled his kit fondly as he saw him try to comfort his mother. He was so proud of how much his kits had grown- they'd be apprentices soon, by the looks of it, with their older siblings. He couldn't just talk to his kits, and he loved his mate so much... but talking to their children was just so easy. "...I love you." He mumbled very quietly to both the kits and Shellfeather, trying not to cry himself.