Gøran Family Adopts

Name: Ayla Verde Goran (Aye-lah Vare-day)
Age: 2
Appearance: Ayla could be described as a "sunset". Her colors are vibrant, bright, a blessing. Hues of magenta coat her form, starting at a bright but vibrant shade and darkening to a near black as the furs descend towards her paws and points. Highlights of purple/magenta cuts through her fur, along her cheek, through, belly and flank. What really makes her coloration so vibrant, so rare, is the gold that accents it. On the right side of her face, a whisk of gold starts from her chin, flowing up to her eye and ending in a swished point, with another small line of gold curving just under her eye. The same gold paints both of her forepaws before swirling up in whisks of golden flames, fading in ways and sharp in others before curling up along the edge of the point where her leg meets body and ending in a flame like whisk, fading along her ribcage before ending about half way to her hind legs. In a similar way, gold would swirl around her hind knees, not quite touching flank or paw. Her eyes, themselves, are two little suns smoldering upon her face, a bright yellow-gold, warm with affection or burning with rare rage.

While Ayla is exquisite in coloration her size is...something else. She is small by her family's standards, but not any less large in personality. At full height she stands at a..."adoreable" 27" to the shoulder. Her weight hardly tops 80lbs, and it shows. She has a delicate body, small but built. She is both powerful and fragile, a whisper and a roar. Thick furs colored by the gods, her body sculpted by her hands. She is truly...blessed.

Eye colour: Orange
Rank: Seer
Accessories: One day, when Gwen wasn't being particularly "wicked" he had given her one of his pretty roses, which Ayla keeps tucked and tied behind her ear. She says she keeps it, whenever asked, because its pretty. But in truth, she secretly treasures the small red flower, knowing how hard her half brother had worked for the token.
Pack history:
Dictated by Ayla, but not read

"Ayla was blessedly born to a ranked warrior named Tytus and a medic woman who really doesn't need to have a name. She was something....spectacular! It was just fate that she was born on the most sunny and warm spring morning, probably some sort of prequel to her arrival. The day she was born was bound to go down in some sort of infamy, reguardless of how she looked. Because, really, it was Ayla! But this..oh this, this little girl was something else. When she was born the Caregiver immediately ran for the ranked Seer who, to her unnamed mother's delight, was immediately brandished with all the praise and affection someone as wonderful as that little girl deserved.

However, she had some very wicked half siblings. Well, a certain one in particular. Despite how much the pack adored her, cared about her, this one did not. Infact, he was jealous! Yeah, that's right. He was jealous. Jealous of how wonderful she was, how pretty she was, and that the gods had picked her to be this way. All 'cause his mom was clingable and he wasn't all that special, he made her life miserable! Not that she didn't throw some good zingers his way from time to time. But the unspectacular boy deserved it. She always claimed having him for a half brother would help her grow into a better, more spectacular wolf.

...If his unspectacularity didn't drag her down first. But that couldn't happen, nope!

Life went by rather nicely. She was taught how to be the best seer she could be, not that anyone had any real doubts in her abilities. She deserved to be great, that's for sure. But one day...one day, well no. It was a long time coming, wasn't it. Life wasn't...all that great. Her pack wasn't facing as many sunny days as the one where she had been born. No. There was famine, war, disease...unhappy and ungood things. Dreadful things. So one day, word had travelled to her that a certain brother she rather didn't like had decided to go on to find better things for the pack. So in a moment of graciousness and kindlyness, the wonderful Ayla had decided to go on the journey as well. Such a selfless act for someone so important, but she had too! For the greaterness of her pack. So off she went, to see with her own eyes what might be in store for the Goran family.

What a wonderful thing indeed."

Beliefs: Ayla has been taught extensively of the gods, but her prayers are more often directed to Yosef to grant her a Seer's sight, and to Nahid, to help guide her to her quest, and through her fate.

Personality:
Ayla is a creature that seems simple, but beneath her vibrant exterior lays a complicated puzzle of sorts. She was raised loved and respected, and at times feared. It is because of this very crucial, very important puzzle piece that creates the loud and exuberant Ayla you're most likely to see. By being happy, and bubbly she is less likely to be feared, and by being exuberant and kind she feels she wont lose that love and affection, that she wont have to work for her name and feel resentment like "some" Goran she knows. Her early childhood played a major role on her personality. Not only did she see the generous side of being blessed in birth, but she also knew what it was like not to be, namely what her half brother had to bear to get the things he deserved. It is this that created the fear that the love and affection may one day disappear, so she wears this smile to hold onto it, to keep as many of the pack happy and devoted to her as possible. Due to this, she can be regal, something akin to royalty. She seems to bear the weight of her position in the pack well, and hold it with a grace she knows is required. She can be kind hearted and generous, but will often do things to find herself more gain in life. By doing a good deed for a packmate, she might gain more love, more devotion, more renown. Selfish but painting it as selfless, she is the perfect politician.

Ayla is very self absorbed, falling for her own "reality". She is wonderful, spectacular, perfect, really. But she can be better as well. Despite how much is given too her, she does work for it in her own way. Maybe not with sweat and blood like some wolves she knows, but with tact, sore cheeks from smiling, and a very sharp mind. Her intelligence is not easily matched, even if she does use it for selfish reasons, or things that might seem immature or unimportant to some wolves she knows. A dreamer...no, a "seer", she lives for her pack, for her own gains, and for the gods. Because, really, isn't that just how she's supposed to act? But despite all this, she is not "bad". She toes the line between selfish and selfless, and while a lot of her traits and be seen in a very negative light, she can use it all effectively for good, if she chooses. Those close to her know of her kind heart, it just takes a moment to get past the giggles, the silliness, and the intense desire to be everything she was promised to be.

Plans: Ayla is following Gwen not because she wants too, but because she has too! It's her duty, her right to ensure the Goran pack are given everything they deserve, and she wants to ensure that Gwen won't mess it up. Because, really, who can do it as well as she can?

RP example:

She hopped along the rocks that bordered the free flowing river, her bright orange eyes staring deep into the depths, watching as the fish swam about. If she were hungry, she might ask him to help her get a fish, but she wasn't about to lower herself to ask such a thing. No, she was not hungry...not at all. Without her approval the point of her tongue quickly swiped across her lips. Eyes would grow a tad wider before she clicked her jaw shut and cleared her throat, hoping that little movement hadn't been noticed. "Perhaps if I chose the direction, we might be able to make a little headway, hmm?" She asked in her soft voice, turning her head around to try and find him. But there was nothing, nope. Not even a sign that he had been there. A groan pulled from her throat and her eyes fell half lidded, mouth curling up at one side. "Just leave me why don't you!" She called, hopping down from her rock and doing a little twirl. Darkness was settling, and by Feliks, it was getting dark. Swallowing slightly, her head ducked down just a bit. "G-Gwen, this isn't funny!" She said with as much strength and normalicy as she could muster before a sudden crack! snapped behind her. With a loud yelp she bolted, yellow and black paws pounding across the earth, not knowing where she was going but knowing that she was going. Damn Gwen! He would pay.