Gøran Family Adopts
11-06-2015, 11:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2015, 08:41 PM by Leo.)
Name
Oria Guaritore Gøran
Age
Three, born in Summer
Appearance
The base color of Oria's coat is a shade lighter than inky black, making her fur the darkest shades of charcoal. Glittering, golden hues strike through the black like shooting stars. If you were to view her from the top down, the set of three stripes that curve around her sides form three 'V' shapes, pointing up her spine. These three stripes start at her scruff and make their way down along her spine. From the side, the golden markings gradually get longer as they move down her body. The shortest forms a hook at the top of her rib cage and the longest stretches all the way down her thigh.
That isn't the last forms of color on her form. This same vibrant gold color makes an appearance as a curving line reaching up from the middle of each foreleg and curving to an end at her shoulder. She also has two dashes of this color the backs of each of her ears. Each leg is covered in a stocking of a slightly lighter, more natural golden-blonde hue. Her eyes are a rich forest green, standing out against the backdrop of black and gold.
Oria also carries a bracelet with her, a token that she found on one her many journeys to find knowledge and herbs. It is a thin gold bracelet with a blue feather dangling from it, which she wears on her left foreleg.
Eye colour:
Forest green
Rank
Oria was Shaman before she left the pack, but she was in line to become a Head Healer
Rewards/Accessories
She has a bracelet (mentioned in her appearance), but it's not an award of anything really. Let me know if that's not allowed! I'm fine with her not having it.
Pack history
Oria's mother, Grazia, was a black, green-eyed wolf. She found the Gøran's pack only a month or so after becoming pregnant. Luckily for her she was skilled in healing and was able to befriend one of Gøran's healers and show the healer her skills. She quickly proved her worth and slowly began to earn the trust of the rest of the pack. It was only a couple of weeks before she was due to give birth that she was given the Gøran name. She soon had her litter, but as soon as the Caregiver helping her saw her first pup everything went down hill. It wasn't till then that Grazia remembered that the pup's father was a white wolf.
Grazia had four pups. Her first pup was almost completely solid white, with only a few small black markings on the pup's toes to distract from the color. The second was equally as startling and terrible, being almost completely white except for the deep brown markings on it's back. The third was black with a solid white blaze down the length of its face, chest, and stomach as well as having white stockings on all four legs and white tipped ears. By that point the Caregiver had left Grazia alone and had gone to get the Elders. Grazia had learned all of the Gøran customs in her time here, she knew what would happen to most if not all of her first three children and what could potentially happen to herself. Grazia was panicing and frantically cleaning her three pups and nudging them to her side when the contractions gripped her again and she had her fourth and last pup. She stared dumbfounded at the black and gold pup for only a moment before pulling the pup up next to her siblings.
Soon after the Elders and a Seer arrived along with the Caregiver that had gone to get them, and it was clear that they were here to follow through with their traditions. As one of the Elders came to take the first born away, since it was most obviously the whitest of the bunch, he noticed the fourth pup and its blazenly golden yellow markings. He exchanged a glance with one of the Seers and whispered something to the Caregiver. The healer nodded with a glance toward Grazia before running off. Grazia's eyes darted between the Elders and the Seer, panic and worry welling up in her, but there was little chance for her to speak. The Elders took each of her white-marked children away, but the fourth was left at her stomach. They other three pups were quickly killed, luckily out of her line of sight.
Moments later the Caregiver arrived with a Wet Nurse at her side. This Wet Nurse was named Meade and was actually the first wolf that Grazia had made friends with when she first arrived here. Meade gave Grazia a quick, apologetic glance before gently taking the black and gold pup by the scruff and carrying her away. "Meade, what's-" Grazia tried to ask her in her heavily Italian accented tones as the woman carried her last child away, but the Caregiver quickly hushed her with a sharp shake of her head. Hours later Grazia was put on on trial and sentenced to death for her three almost completely white children.
The next day the Seer that had overseen the whole ordeal with Grazia the day before came to the den where Meade was. Grazia's last surviving child, the black pup with yellow-gold markings, was drinking from her. The Seer, named Abram, settled on his stomach near Meade with a sigh, gently touching the pup with his nose. "What an unfortunate and cruel situation you have been born into, young one," he said quietly. After much thought and reflection, he decided the pup had escaped this taint that had plagued the rest of her siblings. He saw the vibrant yellow markings as a sign that she was meant for something more and was a gift from Micah herself as a sign that the most beautiful things can be brought out of the darkest places.
After the Seer's decision was made and he shared his thoughts with the Elders it was agreed that Meade would continue to nurse the pup and care for her. Meade soon adopted the pup as her own, naming her since Grazia had not been given the chance to do so. Inspired by her golden markings, Meade named her Oria, for its similarity to the word 'aura'. When Grazia had first come to their pack, she had spent a good bit of time exchanging knowledge with Meade. Meade taught her some of the finer details of healing that she had learned in exchange for a few lessons in Italian. Because of this, Meade chose to pass on this knowledge to Oria when she was young. Later, at her naming ceremony, Oria chose to take the middle name Guaritore, the Italian word for 'healer', in a silent and secret dedication to the memory of her mother.
Oria grew up knowing only vague information about her birth mother, but Meade made it very clear to her that she had been adopted. She did not want to have their relationship be living on a lie. Oria still considered Meade to be her mother, whether by adoption or not, and grew up very closely with Meade's children as her siblings.
Because of how she was raised, Oria grew up with a very independent mind set. She floated around the pack, gathering up any little bit of information she could get her paws on. At times she felt alone and distant from the others, but Meade became her foundation and more of a mother figure for her than she could have asked for. She naturally gravitated toward healing as her craft and quickly began to excel in it, to the point where she was learning from one of the Head Healers herself.
Oria also felt a deep connection to learning about each of the gods and goddesses. Because of this and because of Oria's extreme attention to details and knowledge, once she was old enough and once the Head Healer thought she was ready, she put Oria in the position of Shaman. She was well on her way to becoming Head Healer herself, but she craved more information and to see more things. She had traveled all of the lands around their home more times than she could count and couldn't see what else she could learn here. She expressed her concerns to Meade, the Head Healer who had been training her, and Abram, the Seer who had watched her grow from that helpless pup to this independent woman.
With her mentor and Meade's blessing and Abram's insistence that she go find whatever it was that her heart and the gods were telling her to find, she left her homeland.
Beliefs:
Oria holds a deep seeded appreciation for all of the gods and goddesses, but she gravitates more strongly toward the god and goddesses of Love and Birth, Nahid, Aatos, and Micah.
Personality:
Independent. Wise. Kind. Scholar. Dedicated. Hard working. High spirited.
Oria can easily be described as an old soul. Perhaps it was her unusual up bringing that made her that way or maybe it was a trait given to her by the gods, but it makes her seem much older than she actually is. She carries herself with an air of wisdom. This sense isn't completely unwarranted. Oria works day and night to learn as much as she can about anything and everything. She focuses mainly on healing, the world around her, and the gods and goddesses she grew up knowing, but she would never turn down a chance to learn something new. Even though she feels much older than she is, that does not make her arrogant or rude. In fact, Oria is quite the opposite. She is kind and benevolent to almost anyone she meets.
It can be hard to keep Oria tied to one place. She is a free spirit combined with a logical, mathematical mind. She has a hard time seeing why she has to live in one spot all the time, especially if new knowledge and training lie just around the corner. That's not to say that she doesn't feel connections to other wolves or to places, these connections just generally aren't her priority. She does like to have fun on occasion and does have a very bright, glass is half full, out look on life. She puts her trust in their gods and knows they will take care of them as long as she follows their will.
Plans:
She has come to Alacritis to discover new things and hone her healing skills.
RP example:
Oria sat at the edge of a cliff, her eyes closed, the breeze ruffling her fur, the feather dangling from her bracelet flicking to and fro in the wind. She had been here for some time now, sending words up to each of the gods and goddesses in turn. She began with Micah, thanking her again for the billionth time for the golden markings that had saved her life. She prayed to Nahid to help Meade understand why she needed to leave and to help keep the bond between herself and her adoptive mother strong. She asked Arnau for easy hunting since this would be the first time she would be out on her own without the pack to help with such things. She wouldn't be able to only put her energy toward healing and learning from now on. She asked Yosef to give his understanding to Adel to help with figuring out her dream and, as she did every time she sent her words to the gods, she asked Feridun for her mother and siblings to have peace. Oria gave her thanks to each of the other gods and goddesses before she finally opened her eyes and let her green gaze look out over the cliff with a sigh.
It would be winter soon. Did she really want to leave now? Perhaps she should wait for Spring... No. If I am going to make this journey it has to be now, she thought to herself. She felt it in her bones. Now was the time. The wind picked up again and she smiled as it blew back her fur again. It felt like the gods were telling her to go and she wouldn't deny them. She rose to her paws and trotted back toward the den where her mother was sure to be waiting. She felt a little guilty as Shaman for leaving so soon before the Winter sacrifices, but it couldn't be helped. She was sure Abram would understand, she had mentioned it to him before. She hoped her teacher and Meade would understand just as well. "Meade?" she called as she got close, her gaze glancing around the area surrounding the den. "Are you here? I need to ask you about something."
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