Mortaiga

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Name: Mortaiga "Moonshine"
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Years 9 Months 4 Days Old
Loner or of Hunterpack: Loner[Possibly to join Hunterpack]

Elemental Power: Clairvoyance
Powers: Phantasm/Latent Powers

Description: Her coat is definitely not your atypical sequence of colors and that along with her demanor makes her hard to forget. Her eyes are one of her favorite features - yes Mortaiga can be slightly vain but not egotistical thankfully. Her left eye is a swirling tempest of violet hues ranging from plum to pink and shining around the iris is fainter traces of red. Her right eye is a complacent blue, flaked generously with gray and navy tones to give it a stormy, pensive appearance.

The base coat of this female is debateable. Where in some cases it may seem to be beige there are other times it appears to be a diluted hue of blue. The contest usually wins out with the blue but still one can never be entirely certain. Regardless, the pigment is a mixture of fawn fur and blue strands that are light and easy on the eyes.

The mingled colors have an intruder, a thicker and more prominet purple that could just as easily be lavender. Again, warranted for discussion on a later date. The patches of violet are most dominant around her facial features. A dark patch found settled between her eyes. Another section along the fringes of her cheeks tinted perfectly. Just around her upper lips and slightly ascending to the muzzle the hue can be found. Her ears are similar but the color is more likely a strange mixture of mauve and light shades of red.

The fur amounting to her back is also of the same color as her ears and create the impression of a saddle that spans over either shoulder. Her tail is a collaboration of all the colors and her paws are dyed the same way as her ears.

Lastly her wings. The primaries are a distinctive lilac speckled gently with white. The secondaries are more or less a burgandy opposed to a straightforward maroon that some suspect them to be from a distance. The primary coverts are definitely cobalt making them quite a spectacle once expanded. And the primaries are a darker shade of plum though looking as though they lack washing and seem a bit dingy despite their obvious health.

Personality: Much like wolves who are just past their adolescent year, she is a whirlwind of energy just waiting to be unleashed on the worldand all the creatures in it. She is a very playful she-wolf whose boisterous attitude is always mirthful. Mortaiga is a very prideful character for one so young and although she isn't very competative she isn't one to back down from a direct challenge. Win or lose she treats it like a game and does aspire to be the victor.

She may not be the brightest of her litter but she is certainly the most energetic. Quick to pester those older then herself she often can be found toddling after those who she latches onto or those who she believes might need her assistance. Her carefree demeanor and bubbly attitude makes her likeable within structured groups as well as outside of them. She likes the idea of having friends all over the world but does not relish the fact that she may have to face them in battle. Although she alligns herself with one particular group at a time and that holds priority she may hesitate when it comes to attacking someone she feels strongly about.

It doesn't take much to get Mortaiga angry though. If anything its a very simple process. She doesn't like to be teased, what you could tease a wolf like this for is beyond most, but when it does occur she can become snippy and indignant to her abusers but may not engage them in a brawl unless they really push her to it. Her fighting skills are lacking though. Despite her bulky body she isn't very good combat-wise, unless defense is your idea of combat. Her agility gives her an edge but it's hardly worth calling a skill if she can't land enough blows to compensate. Hunting is more her thing.

With a simple thought process and straightforward attitude, Mortaiga it isn't wise to let her in on secrets. She has the tendency to be forgetful and blab to others when in heated discussions. Sometimes it seems she can't keep her mouth shut and where this drives her friends away her other traits draw them back. Such as her caring heart. The she-wolf is more than willing to lend a paw to whomever needs it, whether it be a friend or foe. Although with enemies she is naturally more cautious.

Easily spooked when by herself she uses her powers more for means of escape rather than for inflicting damage. Some may praise her restraint whereas others may scold her for her leniency.

History:
Firstly she did not grow up in a pack perse, it was more a commune, a gathered bunch of both elemental and non-magical beings functioning together. There definitely was never a shortage in action where this wolf was concerned. When the day arrived that her eyes, once tightly closed, were able to view the world around her there was no stopping the tiny terror. She was quick to explore the area of her den, nosing around and inspecting her two siblings who wanted nothing more then to suckle and sleep.

Mortaiga however, was not going to have this. She was known to pounce on others to wake them and roll over their bodies until they tried to swat at her. She'd dart away and instigate a game of tag all in the same action and would eventually wear them, and herself out for the day. Though this didn't quite saticfy her thirst.

When she was old enough to leave the den for short periods of time she'd swing over to where the elderly rested and keep the older, battle-worn wolves company. Listening intently to their war stories, as vague or as imaginative they were. If this became boring she'd flee to find sleeping adults or other adolescents and see who was still resting and would bounce on the slumbering bodies to wake them to play.

Needless to say they were not very appreciative of the disturbance and were quick to return her to the care of her mother. Not to be dissaded, Mortaiga would hobble away again and find another adult, preferably one already awake, and bat at their tails or jump at their muzzles. Again, she'd be brought back to the den and receive reprimand for being so playful. Not that she took any of it to heart.

As she grew older she was not as rampant, if anything you could hardly recognize her by demeanor. She'd gone from a energetic loud mouth to a slightly more timid loud mouth who was actually helpful. Mortaiga's group did not call themselves a pack and christened themselves as a Tribe. They also gave their pups names with meanings, Mortaiga's being Moonshine. The reason supporting this was unknown because she never sought to question it.

She grew within her Tribe for a year, learning the essentials and experimenting. But life within her own family was dull. SO many came and went and others died leaving her wondering how long she herself had on this planet. Her mother would say she had a ways yet too go but there were events that made her question that.

Not wanting to die without experiencing everything she could, Mortaiga left her home to become a lone wolf.

Family: Trish - [Mother] - Stratus - [Father] - Hephiro [Brother]
Mate: mate yet?
Pups: pups?

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