((Oh yes, and will someone please look in the old appys at Palla's? Her account had gotten deleted, so I had to remake it...Thanks!))

Name: Orca

Age: Newborn

Gender: Female

Pack: Isa’fea

Position: Pup

Appearance:
Pup- As a pup, Orca is a general, golden tawny pup. The tawny color will fade and perish as well as mix and blend in later on in life. There are cream and gray tones on her already, mostly around her face and undersides, which will remain into adulthood. She has blue-white orbs that all babies have, but they will change into transfixing hazel pools before she reaches the age of one. She has a long, slender muzzle and large, very rounded auds. Her tail is a flimsy appendage that at times it seems that Orca doesn’t even realized is attached to her. Her paws are average sized for a pup, but her feet are somewhat funny shaped. They are more rounded than most, seeming to join into the pillar more than jut out from it.

Adult- Now, Orca has a pelt with an array of colors. As far as the average gray wolf goes, that is her coloration and markings. Being gray and brown with black flecks mixed in with white across her top portion, meaning that across her middle all the way on her bodice is a definitive color difference. (She is somewhat like her grandfather, Triton, & great aunt Palla, but of course different too) The mask across the top of her face is somewhat a trademark, per say, to Orca. In warmer weather, the darker colorations of her is more dark gray or black, while in the winter seasons, it is more brownish. Her orbs are beautiful. They are a deep hazel, and they lead to her true inner beauty. Though she may have difficulty expressing herself sometimes due to her disorder, her orbs will always tell what she feels. The gold undertones of the brown and then flecks of green would make anyone take a double look. Her tassle is somewhat short and bushy, not that she pays it any mind really. Her legs and paws still are odd shaped, but it isn’t a major deformity or anything. Just if you happen to be looking at her paws and legs for a good few moments would one notice. Her muzzle is still long and slender, offset by her auds, only slightly grown into. She has powerful pillars that thrust her tall. However, she isn’t quite as tall as her brother or father, yet taller than Avatar and Ikon.

Personality: It should be started by saying this: Orca is one like no other seen to these lands. Orca has autism. She has an insistence on things being the same and horribly dislikes change. If something changes, even something minute, that Orca doesn’t like, everyone will know about it. She will throw a tantrum until she is worn out or soothed by the few that know how to properly soothe her. Her communication systems are a little bit impaired. She may babble randomly or in the middle of a sentence either without knowing that she is doing it at all, or can understand it herself so she is sure that others do too. Also, she may have unusual gestures, such as a sudden, random flick of a body part or unusual slight contortion. She may be talking about how someone went to the left and flick her paw to the right. She has the common compulsiveness of most others with autism, which is putting things in straight lines. If going to sit with others, she will place herself so that it will be nearer a line. She will line up inanimate objects on the ground. She has a slight lack of interest to others and at times, doesn’t respond to her own name. She could care less if there was a new wolf in the pack. Some of the ones that were there when she was born she couldn’t care less about. Despite this, she has a strong attachment to her brother Jerrin, and her mother, Avatar. Neglecting animate, living things, she has a full attachment to inanimate things. Her favorite object is her rock (that she shall find) that she carries around EVERYWHERE with her. But most importantly through this: She lives almost in her own world inside her head. She may make spontaneous starts and stops while walking. She may see something in front of her that is as real as the grass is growing, but in reality there could be nothing but empty air there.

That being said, she isn’t a totally abnormal wolf. Once she gets much older, well into her adult life, she will be able to slightly control some aspects of her disability. She does recognize others, but she simply may not respond to or acknowledge them. She enjoys a bright sunny day over anything else. She has a chewing fetish as a puppy, but doesn’t entirely grow out of it in adulthood until much, much later when she still may have small “relapses” of chewing. She tries to obey orders, but knows that she’ll never lead the pack, and she’s fine with it. Orca is a humble wolf, but can be easily angered at times. However she does enjoy laughing and romping with Jerrin. She can be very much a tomboy too. She hates to get sympathy from others or when they give her a pitiful look or act like she can’t fully understand them and talk slowly or something. Generally though, she trusts everyone.

History: Since Orca is but yet newly born, still drying from the fluids of life, a brief history of her parents shall be given here.

Fathom and Avatar first met long ago, not on these lands, but in the lands of an ancient pack by the calling of the Glasere Varjo. Fathom was accepted into the pack, but never fully trusted by all. In his time there, the Alphas, Lord Helcaraxë and Lady Gwathia, had a litter of three pups. There was Custer, a strong male that took after his father in many ways, Demi, a girl pup that was like her mother in personality, and then little Avathar. This little she-pup was the runt of the litter and tended to be secretive. She was named for the shadows that she would hide in. And then, disaster.

A flood caused the pack to flee to higher ground, but it was every wolf for himself. In the melee’, the royal children fell behind. Fathom noticed and fell back to help them while their parents had fled like cowards. He shoved them and helped them up the steep incline of the plateau slope and all was well (considering the conditions) until one of the pups slipped on loose stones and mud. The pup cried for help as he slipped into the waters, and Fathom lunged, but could do nothing. Custer was gone, taken by the swirling flood waters. He had to get the other two moving. Nearly there, and then the elder, Geezer, leapt upon a loose boulder, in which he scrabbled on to gain footing, but to no avail. He toppled into the waters and drown, but the boulder he loosened didn’t stay in place. It too, made its way to the life-taking waters, and struck Demi on its way.

Fathom yelled at Avathar to continue while he scooped up the barely living Demi in his jaws. Her blood ran into his mouth and on his jaws, and it was not something he relished. Now they made it to the top…except for Demi. She had died in his jaws; her wounds had been too great for the little body to survive. Helcaraxë had been quick to accuse him of heinous act of murdering his children. Fathom pled with him, but the Alpha would hear none of it. Avathar told her father that it was true, but in his wrath he called it that Fathom had brainwashed her. A few wolves sided with Fathom, while the rest of the pack clung to their leaders’ beliefs. He was sentenced to death, but Fathom knowing his innocence, fled.

Seekers were ordered after him, but none ever captured him to bring him back for the sentence to be carried out. They were killed by his fang, for it was his life or theirs. He traveled long and far, until on the lands of Soul of the Wild. Little did he know that not long after his leaving did the little one he kept alive left her pack and family as well. She was tracking him down and finally succeeded. By that time, she was a lovely adult. Both lupes became of the Isa’fea and slowly grew closer. A big argument came between them, but in the end it was the tension of their love bottled up. They confessed their feelings to one another, and became mates. Though none of the rest of the pack yet knows who the father of the pups is…they soon shall. And with these pups, a new legacy for the Isa’fea has begun.

Merph, what do you mean the old appy at Pallas? Was that a charrie?

Yes, Kisu. She is another one of my characters. I played her before but then she was deleted. So, as a result of that, they moved her appy to the Left Characters (or whatever that thing is called). I had went to post her, but the account didn't exist so I remade the account and bumped her application, but it hasn't been re-accepted or anything.

~/.Jewel.\~

So sorry, the Kisu is dense :-P Accepted! I just wanted to make sure I was clear before I moved this ^.^