Sea Wolves of Ardent

Name: Ambrosia din Zanarr

Gender: Female

Age: Two

Height: 25”

Region: Ambrosia’s family hails from the south-eastern islands of Boreas; mainly Dove Island, Rekaru Island and the surrounding isles.

Cultural Influence: Very loosely based off the Atha'an Miere (Sea-folk) from the Wheel of Time series.

Background:

Ambrosia din Zanarr comes from a loosely-banded tribe of sea-wolves, who inhabit the isles in the south-eastern gulf of Boreas. They mainly reside on Dove Island and Rekaru Island, though travelling to surrounding islands isn’t unheard of, either. They tend to stay on the islands they were born on, only travelling to the mainlands of Boreas to trade. They make every effort to live and die on their islands. Her tribe, the Atha'an Miere are known to be extremely clever traders, and it it said they will always come out ahead - even when you feel as though you’re getting the better end of the bargain. They believe in a series of prophecies, basically which foretell the time when they will grow to rule all the seas of the world, so they can often seem a bit egocentric and have less regard for others than perhaps they ought to.

Physical Description:

At first sight, Ambrosia is a slender thing; accustomed to frequent swimming and travel by water, her coat is short and sleek, tending to hold water a bit better than the mainland wolves. As for her build, she is rather small, only standing at a meager twenty-five inches. She maintains a slender, graceful air about her as she moves -- and she is grateful for her slightness, for it makes travel by water that much more effortless.

Ambrosia has an extremely unique coat, even amongst her tribe - though even more so when seen by outsiders. Her pelt is a lovely array of teal, darker near her head and back and gradually lightening as the color works its way down her body. Her cheeks are a pale grey-teal, and that same almost-white blue can be seen on her stomach and paws, as well as dappling her back. As for her eyes, they are a rich orange-gold, a stark contrast to her blue coat.

Personality:

Ambrosia’s personality is as vibrant as her coat. On the surface she is upbeat and friendly, slightly flamboyant and a touch fantastical at times. Her voice is graced with a slight foreign accent, a result of living fairly secluded among her fellow sea-faring wolves. Despite her somewhat solitary nature, she is quite friendly when she comes across others. She could even be described as charming at times, finding great joy in flattery and tricks to convince strangers that she has a bargain they couldn’t pass up.

About some things, though, she is remarkably serious. She has a strong reverence for the sea and all things related to it, only really feeling at home when it is nearby; it is rare to find her drift far from water, unless she absolutely has to, and when she is away she longs strongly for her return to it. Trading, likewise, is a serious endeavor for her. She prides herself on being the sort of trader who will always come out ahead, no matter the deal.

Of course, thanks to her culture, she is quite the hoarder. Ambrosia has an affinity for anything that might prove to be valuable or useful in the slightest. She can be a bit greedy in that regard, often hiding her finds, and being extremely stingy about parting with her favorites.

Roleplay Sample:

It’d been a long time since Ambrosia had set foot on the mainlands. The journey from the islands to the shoreline wasn’t a long one, and it was one she had accustomed herself to. The slender, blue-furred creature shook out her sleek coat as she drew herself up the shore, her paws making clear imprints in the sand as she went. It felt strange to be away from the islands she’d been born on, the ones her family had known as home, but she knew unfamiliar lands often held treasures valuable enough to be worth the expended energy.

That was one thing the sea was valued for -- the treasures that it brought. Often when low tide hit, she and her family would spend hours scouring the shoreline for anything left behind by the waves. Finding much of anything was a rarity, but it was worth the time spent doing it, for when they did find treasures they were valuable indeed. Today, though, she wasn’t in search of what the sea brought, but rather things hidden deeper in the land. She cast a longing look toward the horizon, where the sea met the sky and meshed in a blurry wave of blue-grey, before turning her attention back inland and beginning her journey into the unknown.