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"Living is easy with eyes closed."

-The Beatles
G E N E R A L
Name: Fyr
Nickname: Eyeless or The Eyeless One
Age: Adult
Sex: Male
Height: 70cm
Weight: 36kg

Appearance: A crooked, unpleasant looking creature. His back slopes up towards the loin before sloping back down towards his hips, however, ridged fur along his nape and back mask his crookedness of spine, instead giving Fyr a deceptively sloped appearance. His tail is short and crooked, and his fur is dull and coarse, sticking out in matted clumps in areas where his fur is the longest (i.e.cheeks, neck, back, tail). The most striking quality about his visage, though, is his lack of eyes. It looks like there should have been eyes, but he had been born without them.

Territory: Kol
Rank: Eiti
Trade: Occuli

Moon Phase: Waning Crescent Moon—Hawthorn (The Illusionist)

Abilities: N/A
P E R S O N A L I T Y
QUIET • INTELLIGENT • HONEST • SELF-CONTROLLED • LOYAL • SARCASTIC • MOODY • NEGATIVE

A rather quiet wolf for the most part. He is easily forgotten and overshadowed by more vibrant personalities, and for the most part, he likes it that way. He is very self-controlled, rarely ever letting his emotions get the better of him. And although he has a lot on his mind, he is always careful what words he says.

He is not a particularly good liar. He prefers to speak honestly when he chooses to open his mouth. This honesty can be brutal, for he sees no reason to honey it.

Once loyalty has been given from him, there is no reason to question it. He is steadfast in his reliability to a cause, to a relationship, or to the pack. He detests liars and disloyal wolves. However, if his trust is lost, he is not quick to forget.

Stupidity is a trait he cannot stand, and it’s of course subjective. If he finds someone stupid, then he is more sarcastic than he usually is, and his tone is often short and clipped. However, he’s usually quite moody all the time, so it can be dismissed as just the way he is, even if he can’t stand someone.
H I S T O R Y
He had been a weak, sickly pup, malformed at birth. His mother had considered ending his existence early to spare him a lifetime of misery, if he might even live so long. But as her motherly instinct began to settle over her, she found she could not smother the life out of the small ruddy pup and she grew fiercely protective of him.

Eyeless was the first “name” he was given. Eyeless, the little eyeless one. Even after his siblings were named, Eyeless did not receive a proper name. It didn’t particularly bother him, either. It suited him, he supposed. But by the time he left the den, his parents agreed to name him Fyr for the fire in his heart.

Fyr was not strong like his siblings, though. He was built crooked, and a gait that was stiff and awkward because of it. He did not like that he could not do the same things his siblings could. And that was what led him to eventually following Malaysia.

When one is physically as inept as Fyr, the temptation of magic is almost more alluring than the scent of a fresh kill. He followed Malaysia the day the humans landed on the island, and despite his blindness and painfully stiff gait, he took his share of human flesh and human blood. He took what was owed to him. What nature itself seemed to deny him. Power.

While he was not an ambitious wolf by any means, he had always wanted freedom of movement. He wanted the basic life of a wolf. What Malaysia offered was even more than that, though. She offered him a chance to be of a mythological status; a god. However, Fyr always harbored a certain amount of skepticism, and with this he had been no different. He did not expect miracles, though a part of him hopes perhaps, that there is some magic that can help him.

His lack of sight never completely bothered him, thought he was never glad to be reliant on help in unfamiliar terrain. He simply wished he could run like a wolf, free of the chronic pain that plagued him since birth. He was used to the pain, and never complained, but some days were worse than others, and after he settled into Kol he was in more pain than ever before from the physical exertion of attacking a human and trekking with the newly formed pack across the island.

Once he recovered enough, he set his eyes on a trade that was not only suited to him, but one that he already knew a bit about. He had been training to be a healer in the formerly united pack, but the trade was not called that here. He would be an occuli.
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Description

"Living is easy with eyes closed."

-The Beatles
G E N E R A L
Name: Fyr
Nickname: Eyeless or The Eyeless One
Age: Adult
Sex: Male
Height: 70cm
Weight: 36kg

Appearance: A crooked, unpleasant looking creature. His back slopes up towards the loin before sloping back down towards his hips, however, ridged fur along his nape and back mask his crookedness of spine, instead giving Fyr a deceptively sloped appearance. His tail is short and crooked, and his fur is dull and coarse, sticking out in matted clumps in areas where his fur is the longest (i.e.cheeks, neck, back, tail). The most striking quality about his visage, though, is his lack of eyes. It looks like there should have been eyes, but he had been born without them.

Territory: Kol
Rank: Eiti
Trade: Occuli

Moon Phase: Waning Crescent Moon—Hawthorn (The Illusionist)

Abilities: N/A
P E R S O N A L I T Y
QUIET • INTELLIGENT • HONEST • SELF-CONTROLLED • LOYAL • SARCASTIC • MOODY • NEGATIVE

A rather quiet wolf for the most part. He is easily forgotten and overshadowed by more vibrant personalities, and for the most part, he likes it that way. He is very self-controlled, rarely ever letting his emotions get the better of him. And although he has a lot on his mind, he is always careful what words he says.

He is not a particularly good liar. He prefers to speak honestly when he chooses to open his mouth. This honesty can be brutal, for he sees no reason to honey it.

Once loyalty has been given from him, there is no reason to question it. He is steadfast in his reliability to a cause, to a relationship, or to the pack. He detests liars and disloyal wolves. However, if his trust is lost, he is not quick to forget.

Stupidity is a trait he cannot stand, and it’s of course subjective. If he finds someone stupid, then he is more sarcastic than he usually is, and his tone is often short and clipped. However, he’s usually quite moody all the time, so it can be dismissed as just the way he is, even if he can’t stand someone.
H I S T O R Y
He had been a weak, sickly pup, malformed at birth. His mother had considered ending his existence early to spare him a lifetime of misery, if he might even live so long. But as her motherly instinct began to settle over her, she found she could not smother the life out of the small ruddy pup and she grew fiercely protective of him.

Eyeless was the first “name” he was given. Eyeless, the little eyeless one. Even after his siblings were named, Eyeless did not receive a proper name. It didn’t particularly bother him, either. It suited him, he supposed. But by the time he left the den, his parents agreed to name him Fyr for the fire in his heart.

Fyr was not strong like his siblings, though. He was built crooked, and a gait that was stiff and awkward because of it. He did not like that he could not do the same things his siblings could. And that was what led him to eventually following Malaysia.

When one is physically as inept as Fyr, the temptation of magic is almost more alluring than the scent of a fresh kill. He followed Malaysia the day the humans landed on the island, and despite his blindness and painfully stiff gait, he took his share of human flesh and human blood. He took what was owed to him. What nature itself seemed to deny him. Power.

While he was not an ambitious wolf by any means, he had always wanted freedom of movement. He wanted the basic life of a wolf. What Malaysia offered was even more than that, though. She offered him a chance to be of a mythological status; a god. However, Fyr always harbored a certain amount of skepticism, and with this he had been no different. He did not expect miracles, though a part of him hopes perhaps, that there is some magic that can help him.

His lack of sight never completely bothered him, thought he was never glad to be reliant on help in unfamiliar terrain. He simply wished he could run like a wolf, free of the chronic pain that plagued him since birth. He was used to the pain, and never complained, but some days were worse than others, and after he settled into Kol he was in more pain than ever before from the physical exertion of attacking a human and trekking with the newly formed pack across the island.

Once he recovered enough, he set his eyes on a trade that was not only suited to him, but one that he already knew a bit about. He had been training to be a healer in the formerly united pack, but the trade was not called that here. He would be an occuli.
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"Misunderstanding all you see."