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17.01.2022 | Moved to Skydas!

you cannot heal, in the same

environment that made you sick

MOOD BOARD

P E K H A T

i suppose i love my scars

◯

NAME Pekhat

         (Pashi to loved ones, but please don't use it unless she has given the name in canon)

AGE Adult
GENDER Female

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 77cm & 34kg

BUILD Long and graceful, combining smooth curves with sharp edges.

TERRITORY Skydas
RANK Omega

FAMILY

◯ Sutekh (brother - estranged/missing)

  ◯ Haroeris (son - deceased, killed by Sutekh)

MOONPHASE
◯ Waning Gibbous: The Thinker

ABILITIES
  ◯ Mimicry, stage 1

P E R S O N A L I T Y

because they have stayed with me for longer

◯

◯ The world is ours for the taking - it's a sentiment Pashi shares with the Kol Alva, but her belief is borne from far different seeds than Malaysia's. Pekhat has no real desire to be a God, as the Kol call it. She pays more attention to the little things, the minor details, and knows that she can have just as much of a legacy by inserting herself into the stories and lives of others. She's ambitious, in her own kind of way, but she isn't driven by power as much as she is by memory. Experience. Feeling. She comes across pushy, a little demanding, but she is nothing if not eager, hoping to be remembered in every avenue she wanders. Afterall, how many of their island stories talk of Gods? Not many, compared to the stories that talk of mortals.

◯ Sociable and easy to talk to, Pashi is generally well-liked in most circles. She speaks a great deal, often has a lot of insight and knowledge to offer to those who listen, and is well practised in the art of gaining the trust and favour of others. Manipulative, but without the ill intention. She rarely makes an enemy of another unless it's strictly necessary, and she values the bonds between wolves greatly - particularly the bonds between family. She does not hold a great deal of loyalty to anyone but her blood, of which remains only her brother and her distant son. She is intelligent without needing to be arrogant, proving to be the quieter, more weighted side of the coin to balance Sutekh and his pride.

◯ Of the few traits she shares with her dearest brother, recklessness is probably the most dangerous one. Pashi is so motivated by her need to be remembered, that she is prone to rush into things without giving them much thought. While Pashi would like to believe she is not easily fooled or manipulated, one need only remind her that her name could go down in history to encourage her to persue something she may have hesitated to do. Much in the same vein, she is blind to her own greatest flaw - that she is far too impressionable, far too easily led, and perhaps places her trust in those who do not have the best interests at heart. She believes herself to be careful and guarded, but in truth she's easily influenced by others and forms both platonic and romantic attachments quickly.

◯ For all her effort to integrate into the life of every wolf who passes her, Pashi is directionless. The world she lives in seems to be insignificant to her. She doesn't know where she fits in this great war, doesn't care much for the rules or the reasons of their great divide, and can't say in all honestly that she believes a word Malaysia says. All she knows is that doubt is dangerous, and so she hides it. She is torn, privately distraught by the death of her beloved and the estrangement of her son. Desperate to return to his side, or draw him to hers, but locked on the other side of a war she did not ask for.

H I S T O R Y

than most people have

◯

  ◯ It began with brother and sister; and from the very beginning, they agreed it would end the very same. No siblings were ever as in sync as Sutekh and Pekhat. Two halves of the same coin, two forks of the same river. They hardly spent time apart, and they were happy and content with the company of one another. Together they wandered, troubling the minds of their elders and peers, Pashi always content to do as her brother did, for his happiness was the greatest reward. It was their thirst for knowledge which led them, sooner or later, to the long-forgotten stories of magic and Gods, and in turn, to Malaysia. The red she-wolf who promised that magic would return, and that wolf would become God once more. Pekhat believed it too - but, perhaps only because Sutekh did. As before, she was by his side, followed where he led, even if he led into danger. For that is what so many claimed Malaysia promised. Danger, bloodshed, things unholy. It seemed fine, at the time. She did not worry, for her brother knew what he was doing, and would always protect her.

  ◯ Still, Sutekh busied himself a little more, and Pekhat found some time to wander and roam. Somewhere along the path in her newfound freedom, she met Hoa, a guardian with a golden flecked coat who withstood her challenges and saw a potential in her. Something beyond the shadow of her brother. They fell in love, and under Hoa's influence, she began to spend less time with her brother, her partner in crime, the other side of her coin. He did not hide his dislike for Hoa, though the true reason for it was carefully hidden from the ever-oblivious Pashi. Hoa's sway was stronger in the battle of wills, and as her distance from Sutekh grew, so too did her interest in Malaysia's tales. Hoa did not believe it, so Pashi was less inclined to.

◯ She bore a son, and named him Haroeris. The occasion was celebrated, but Pashi began to feel the hollow space where Sutekh should have been more than ever. Despite her pleas, her brother still could not make peace with Hoa, and Hoa in turn would not allow Sutekh to be near his son. The distance was too much for Pekhat to bear, and sooner or later, she defied Hoa for the first time, taking the young Haro to meet his Uncle without Hoa's knowledge or permission.

◯ On the day the packs divided, she had been far away, showing a yearling son how to hunt fish in the streams. But the noises had been unlike anything they'd ever heard, and even though she begged him to wait, because somewhere in her heart it felt wrong - Haro rushed to the scene, and after a few moment's hesitation, Pashi followed. Straining her eyes against the midday sun, lost in a whirlwhind of blood and snarls and breathless whimpers, she cannot remember much, if anything at all. There was a blur, and she knows she saw Hoa there, and she didn't know why - and then there was nothing. Knocked out by something, someone.

◯ When she woke, she was among the dead, and she was filled with terror. She searched the beach, picked through the bodies, hoping she would not see anyone she loved: and when she did, she crumbled, falling into his cold embrace and turning her face away from his glassy, empty eyes. Hoa, she sobbed and wailed into the sand. She would have stayed there forever, had it not been for Sutekh. He appeared, warm and welcoming and ready to soothe her pain, and without Hoa, Pashi melted back into Sutekh's arms. Tundes murdered him, Sutekh told her. They'd come for her too, now, for they'd seen her moving in Malaysia's circles before. He eventually tore her from her lover's side, and led her to Kol, to rebuild. It began with brother and sister; and from the very beginning, they agreed it would end the very same.

GROUP HISTORY (SOUL LOG)

  ◯ In order of events, not submission to the group.

P L A Y E R

CONTACT PREFERENCE
◯ GoogleDocs

RANDOM EVENTS
◯ Opt In

TIMEZONE
◯ GMT (United Kingdom)

Description

17.01.2022 | Moved to Skydas!

you cannot heal, in the same

environment that made you sick

MOOD BOARD

P E K H A T

i suppose i love my scars

◯

NAME Pekhat

         (Pashi to loved ones, but please don't use it unless she has given the name in canon)

AGE Adult
GENDER Female

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 77cm & 34kg

BUILD Long and graceful, combining smooth curves with sharp edges.

TERRITORY Skydas
RANK Omega

FAMILY

◯ Sutekh (brother - estranged/missing)

  ◯ Haroeris (son - deceased, killed by Sutekh)

MOONPHASE
◯ Waning Gibbous: The Thinker

ABILITIES
  ◯ Mimicry, stage 1

P E R S O N A L I T Y

because they have stayed with me for longer

◯

◯ The world is ours for the taking - it's a sentiment Pashi shares with the Kol Alva, but her belief is borne from far different seeds than Malaysia's. Pekhat has no real desire to be a God, as the Kol call it. She pays more attention to the little things, the minor details, and knows that she can have just as much of a legacy by inserting herself into the stories and lives of others. She's ambitious, in her own kind of way, but she isn't driven by power as much as she is by memory. Experience. Feeling. She comes across pushy, a little demanding, but she is nothing if not eager, hoping to be remembered in every avenue she wanders. Afterall, how many of their island stories talk of Gods? Not many, compared to the stories that talk of mortals.

◯ Sociable and easy to talk to, Pashi is generally well-liked in most circles. She speaks a great deal, often has a lot of insight and knowledge to offer to those who listen, and is well practised in the art of gaining the trust and favour of others. Manipulative, but without the ill intention. She rarely makes an enemy of another unless it's strictly necessary, and she values the bonds between wolves greatly - particularly the bonds between family. She does not hold a great deal of loyalty to anyone but her blood, of which remains only her brother and her distant son. She is intelligent without needing to be arrogant, proving to be the quieter, more weighted side of the coin to balance Sutekh and his pride.

◯ Of the few traits she shares with her dearest brother, recklessness is probably the most dangerous one. Pashi is so motivated by her need to be remembered, that she is prone to rush into things without giving them much thought. While Pashi would like to believe she is not easily fooled or manipulated, one need only remind her that her name could go down in history to encourage her to persue something she may have hesitated to do. Much in the same vein, she is blind to her own greatest flaw - that she is far too impressionable, far too easily led, and perhaps places her trust in those who do not have the best interests at heart. She believes herself to be careful and guarded, but in truth she's easily influenced by others and forms both platonic and romantic attachments quickly.

◯ For all her effort to integrate into the life of every wolf who passes her, Pashi is directionless. The world she lives in seems to be insignificant to her. She doesn't know where she fits in this great war, doesn't care much for the rules or the reasons of their great divide, and can't say in all honestly that she believes a word Malaysia says. All she knows is that doubt is dangerous, and so she hides it. She is torn, privately distraught by the death of her beloved and the estrangement of her son. Desperate to return to his side, or draw him to hers, but locked on the other side of a war she did not ask for.

H I S T O R Y

than most people have

◯

  ◯ It began with brother and sister; and from the very beginning, they agreed it would end the very same. No siblings were ever as in sync as Sutekh and Pekhat. Two halves of the same coin, two forks of the same river. They hardly spent time apart, and they were happy and content with the company of one another. Together they wandered, troubling the minds of their elders and peers, Pashi always content to do as her brother did, for his happiness was the greatest reward. It was their thirst for knowledge which led them, sooner or later, to the long-forgotten stories of magic and Gods, and in turn, to Malaysia. The red she-wolf who promised that magic would return, and that wolf would become God once more. Pekhat believed it too - but, perhaps only because Sutekh did. As before, she was by his side, followed where he led, even if he led into danger. For that is what so many claimed Malaysia promised. Danger, bloodshed, things unholy. It seemed fine, at the time. She did not worry, for her brother knew what he was doing, and would always protect her.

  ◯ Still, Sutekh busied himself a little more, and Pekhat found some time to wander and roam. Somewhere along the path in her newfound freedom, she met Hoa, a guardian with a golden flecked coat who withstood her challenges and saw a potential in her. Something beyond the shadow of her brother. They fell in love, and under Hoa's influence, she began to spend less time with her brother, her partner in crime, the other side of her coin. He did not hide his dislike for Hoa, though the true reason for it was carefully hidden from the ever-oblivious Pashi. Hoa's sway was stronger in the battle of wills, and as her distance from Sutekh grew, so too did her interest in Malaysia's tales. Hoa did not believe it, so Pashi was less inclined to.

◯ She bore a son, and named him Haroeris. The occasion was celebrated, but Pashi began to feel the hollow space where Sutekh should have been more than ever. Despite her pleas, her brother still could not make peace with Hoa, and Hoa in turn would not allow Sutekh to be near his son. The distance was too much for Pekhat to bear, and sooner or later, she defied Hoa for the first time, taking the young Haro to meet his Uncle without Hoa's knowledge or permission.

◯ On the day the packs divided, she had been far away, showing a yearling son how to hunt fish in the streams. But the noises had been unlike anything they'd ever heard, and even though she begged him to wait, because somewhere in her heart it felt wrong - Haro rushed to the scene, and after a few moment's hesitation, Pashi followed. Straining her eyes against the midday sun, lost in a whirlwhind of blood and snarls and breathless whimpers, she cannot remember much, if anything at all. There was a blur, and she knows she saw Hoa there, and she didn't know why - and then there was nothing. Knocked out by something, someone.

◯ When she woke, she was among the dead, and she was filled with terror. She searched the beach, picked through the bodies, hoping she would not see anyone she loved: and when she did, she crumbled, falling into his cold embrace and turning her face away from his glassy, empty eyes. Hoa, she sobbed and wailed into the sand. She would have stayed there forever, had it not been for Sutekh. He appeared, warm and welcoming and ready to soothe her pain, and without Hoa, Pashi melted back into Sutekh's arms. Tundes murdered him, Sutekh told her. They'd come for her too, now, for they'd seen her moving in Malaysia's circles before. He eventually tore her from her lover's side, and led her to Kol, to rebuild. It began with brother and sister; and from the very beginning, they agreed it would end the very same.

GROUP HISTORY (SOUL LOG)

  ◯ In order of events, not submission to the group.

P L A Y E R

CONTACT PREFERENCE
◯ GoogleDocs

RANDOM EVENTS
◯ Opt In

TIMEZONE
◯ GMT (United Kingdom)