Currents | |
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Age | 5 years 2½ months (Adult) |
Sex | Female |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Observant |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 125 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Last Bred | Never |
Fertility | Average |
Heat Cycle | In heat for 2 rollovers |
Items Applied | None! |
Pair Bond |
None
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Looks | |
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Base | Gold Lighter (1.35%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Light I |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Dark Brown |
Nose | Light |
Claws | Dark |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | Cream Elbow Patch (45% : T0) |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | Cream Irish (68% : T0) |
Slot 10 | None |
Biography
"What is someone like you doing with the Wesen?"
Maras gets that question a lot. Scouts like her venture away from the Black Mountains almost every day, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Her travels take her to places she's never been and to wolves she's never met. And wherever she went, the wolves all had the same question for her once they learned that she came from the Black Mountains:
"What is someone like you doing with the Wesen?"
And Maras gets it. Kinda. Little bit. Hey, just because she doesn't involve herself with the rest of her pack, doesn't mean she doesn't know what's going on or what kind of reputation the Wesen have outside of their mountain. The understandably scary hunting wolves with their ruthlessness, the other Wesen scout who last she heard killed a bear single-handedly at the whim and fancy of the frankly disturbed herbalist, whatever the hell was going on in the head of their second-in-command, King Sibyl's entire existence...
Yeah. She gets it. Oh, how odd she was indeed, a cheerful, sunny thing living in a den of killers and dark souls fallen too far to be redeemed. And too engrossed were these foreign wolves to notice Maras trailing her eyes all over their forms, looking for injuries, for weaknesses. Never noticed her inhaling deeply when she first catches whiff of their scent, never puts two and two together when she accidentally stumbles upon their pack another day.
Never even realised that before the Wesen ever descend from their mountaintops, before the hunters ever trespass on territory to hunt prey that doesn't belong to them, before they get rid of the pups that would become future competitors and the wolves that could already be threats, the Wesen need to know who and what they're fighting.
Never realised that the shy and upbeat scout they so callously reveal their secrets to already have loyalties.
Never realised that her teeth were just as sharp as her King's when she descends with them from the mountains, giddy and high on the adrenaline of an incoming fight.
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
Above
None equipped!
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Scout
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 148 |
Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
Successful Hunts | 0 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |