Jarvela Tribe adopts

Name:  Duvká Jarvela

Gender:  Male

Age: 2 (born in spring)

Alignment:  True Neutral

History: Born into the tribe to Gáktu Dure x Soljá Jarvela (sister to Akí's father) Duvká was raised in the traditions of the tribe as best as his parents, particularly his mother, were able.  His father was an outside male who joined the tribe when he fell in love with Soljá, giving up his old life and clouded past for the chance to be with her, even if it wasn't exclusively.

However, having a father from a pack wouldn't influence Duvká's devotion to his tribes way of life.  If anything it only solidified his devotion all the more, for while there were elements of pack life that Gáktu missed there was much he didn't, namely the bloodshed and wars that came from defending a settled territory.

For the first year of Duvká's life he tended to stick close to his family, rarely venturing more than 50 miles from any camp site.  As he grew, though, a wanderer's heart was born in him and he started to travel farther and farther until it seemed he spent more time away than he did at home.  Duvká's always held a strong fascination for the spiritual aspects of life even though they seem to constantly flit just beyond his understanding.  Seeking wisdom he was driven to wander farther and farther.  His most recent trip will take him all the way into the lands of Alacritis.

Duvká knows of Akí and has likely met the man briefly when he was quite young but they are probably not very acquainted.  He knows a bit more of Sabine and Sunniva, but again his propensity to wander likely made meetings brief and scattered.  (I'm open to ideas and working out first encounters, stories, etc.!)

Appearance:  Sturdy and well-built Duvká boasts a long, elegant body and a strong chest set upon well-toned legs and larger than average paws.  His head is slightly narrower than the average wolf and it tapers gracefully from his forehead to his nose.  There is a subtle sense of grace in the sleek way Duvká moves despite his more solid build though his thick, wiry coat accounts for much of his perceived bulk. Compared to the average wolf Duvká is a good-sized individual though compared with other members of his family he might be said to be a bit on the short side standing at 38" tall but this doesn't bother him in the slightest.  He's strong and healthy, what more could he ask for?

The base of Duvká's coat is a handsome slate adorned with charcoal gray and snowy white markings.  The tip of his muzzle, his toes, and the underside of his belly are all dusted in pristine white.  The same color tips the fringe of his cheeks, the back of his thighs and the tip of his tail.  A dusting of this white also covers the inside of his ears and lightly marks the fur below his startling blood red eyes, eyes just like his mothers. Hints of a lighter slate bleed into the white of his tail and undersides softening the transition of colors.

A cap of deep charcoal gray adorns Duvká's head and slides all the way down his spine to the tip of his tail.  The same color covers his ears and the first few inches of the bridge of his nose as well as above his eyes, blossoming into eye spots.  Perhaps the most striking markings of Duvká's coat are the broken stripes that ripple down his neck, over his back all the way to his tail tip.  Each stripe breaks into a small little spot at the end, adding a subtle accent to his unique appearance.

Personality:

Born with a restless heart and an independent nature Duvká is a wanderer who can rarely settle in one spot for long.  His desire for self-understanding as well as spiritual wisdom acts as a driving force that pushes him to explore the world around him.  Sometimes this can make him seem rather aimless in his travels, and to an extent this is true, but he does have purpose in his movements and goals to achieve.

Cautious and shrewd Duvká is wary of strangers and the general intentions of other wolves.  He isn't the type to wander blindly into situations or jump to conclusions yet a wolf will have to prove themselves to him first before he's willing to give his trust. Sharp-witted and astute Duvká has keen powers of observation that he uses to both analyze the world around and to hopefully gain a better understanding of it.

Despite his sometimes aloof nature Duvká is a dependable and reasonably friendly fellow. Once he's fairly certain a wolf isn't out to harm him he'll gingerly strike up a conversation, growing more confident as time goes and he gets to know the other.  Duv is also a reliable wolf, when he takes on a task you can bet he'll do his best to accomplish it.  However, these sorts of tasks are typically only asked by him of family and fellow tribe members. He will rarely do favors, particularly strenuous ones, for strangers and those he's barely acquainted with.

Proud of his tribe and heritage Duvká has a strong connection to history and the past even if his gaze always seems to turn outward to the unknown. He feels that answers often lie in the past and that the key to solving any problem is to take a look back to see what events lead to that problem.  He is deeply respectful of older wolves who he feels by virtue of their age are far more knowing of the world and he will eagerly seek to glean their wisdom. However, having the past always nestled in his mind Duvká sometimes finds it hard to let go or move on from previous events, especially if they've had a negative affect on him.

Being a nomad and traveller it is no surprise that Duvká is a very adaptable wolf.  He's happy to make his home anywhere and is content to take life one day at a time. Often the unexpected happens when traveling but Duv has the ability to roll with the punches even if he's internally screaming.  Able to balance multiple tasks Duvká is able to spread out his focus and shift and adjust it as necessary to get through the day… assuming of course his focus is present to start with.  Duvká had a habit of day-dreaming frequently as a child and this habit continues full-force into adult hood.

RP Sample:

Duvka whispered a prayer to Lieaibolmmai as he did every morning. The words spilled from his mouth in a soft whisper, senses tuned to the shivering winter air around him. He'd exhale the final words quietly, letting the air take his breath and whisk it away in a gentle fog. Fresh snow gleamed across the tundra as the sun rose higher into the sky and the Jarvela man would begin to work his way north through the snow to check on the herds movements. The autumn migration had come to an end but the work was never done. The health of the herd was directly related to the health of his tribe and his father had sent him to check on the state of the reindeer in preparation for a hunt.

The wind picked up, ruffling his thick coat as his large paws picked through the snow, his nose pulling in arctic air and sorting through the scents. No sign… Duvká paused, taking a moment to gather his bearings and observe the land around him. Carefully he picked his way over to a patch of exposed earth and the hoof-prints came into view in the surrounding snow. There was no mistaking the prints or the direction they were headed or the scent that filled his nostrils now that he was no longer downwind. Power surged through his limbs as he took off in a lope in the direction of the tracks, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the wind in his face, the sun on his back and the chill of the snow that gave way beneath his paws.