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[2021-10-23] Bio complete!
[2021-10-13] uploaded! still a work in progress!
☂ Mesmer ☂
"Knife maker"

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Info
Name: Mesmer
Past Names/Nicknames: “Mes”
Name Meaning:
    [Mesmer] - “reminded her parents of the rain, a play on the word mesmerize”
    [Mes] - “a diminutive of Mesmer, used fondly, responds to well”

Gender: Female
Age: Adult (approximately 3 years)
Born: December 1st
    Waning Crescent Moon (Hawthorn)
The Illusionist
A communicator, silver tongued, quick wit. A good listener, an appetite for information and knowledge. Cunning, a fast learner. The twisting boughs of the Hawthorn tree are thought to harbour magical energies. The tree is known to withstand powerful winds, as so it is associated with strength in the face of adversity.

Territory: Skydas

Rank: 0 | omega (aspiring seeker)
[Previously: n/a]

Abilities/Purchases:
Haze || Beginning.1 | [1 ][2 ][3] || Intermediate.2 | [1][2][3] || Mastery.3 | [1][2][3]

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Appearances
Build:
Solid and steady on her feet, Mesmer is far from being a lonely twig on a tree. She’s not particularly strong or agile, but she makes up for it with endurance and a keen mind.
Pelt:
Subdued blue and grey, Mesmer looks like she’s made of mist.
Eyes:
A burnished green-gold that appears warmer against her coat.
Height & Weight:
79cm & 38kg

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Personality
"mesmerizing, as if I hadn’t heard that one before"

{Personality Type: ENFJ- A “The Protagonist”

{Mannerisms
A bit of a social butterfly, Mes likes to talk as much as she likes to listen to gossip. The blue wolf is soothing, placating amongst peers. She can seem a little air-headed and whimsical, but for her, it’s easier to know more than what she actually lets on.

Benign and rather sweet faced, Mesmer is well practiced with her smile. She’s everybody’s friend, at least, that’s how she feels on the subject. The blue wolf is sociable and apt to understand the various social cues in complex pack life. Mesmer is least likely to push herself forward as a leader, as she feels most comfortable as a follower or a sidekick.

Mes is good at soothing the riled up. As a mediator from Taika, Mesmer still retains a lot of her previous teachings. She’s quick to let go of angry feelings, and even quicker to forgive with words, but it’s a bit trickier to forgive with her heart. Following the devastation of the southern territory, Mesmer is more inclined to simply live life to its fullest. She’s had a hard time with the future and worried a lot over the island’s macabre hunger. However, this carefree attitude can come across as careless and even crass in terms of her disregard for the departed.

Still, something about the south now frightens her, indicative as to why her new home now resides in the east. Mes isn’t above running away from her fears, why shouldn’t she take the easy way out? It exists for a reason, right? Ultimately, the blue wolf isn’t lazy by any means and pushes for peace and tranquility. However, the moment things get hairy, and she can’t talk her way down, is the same moment where Mesmer tucks tail and runs. Besides, usually everything can be smoothed over with a smile, right?

{Development}

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Other
Likes:
    - rain
    - the ocean
    - foggy weather
Dislikes:
    - conflict/confrontation/calling her out
    - physical confrontations
Favourites:
- tba
OOC Facts & Trivia:
  - rain witch
  - will eventually be covered in lily pads

  - Voice Claim: [ Nobody - Mitski]

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Historywelcome 0-12 months
It wasn’t the most conventional time for Bayu and Merid to have children. They were both older wolves in their trades, even Bayu was on the course for retiring and living a bit of a slower life than his current one as Einar. The couple were workaholics on the worst of days, prideful of their posts and frugal with their time, they only settled down to have a family in their later years.

Born in the cold winter months following a (then) untold massacre in the north-western shoreline, Mesmer was born followed by a younger sister and preceded by two brothers. It was a tumultuous time to be raising pups as a strange wave of sickness and death swept across the isle. Despite the darker months, Mesmer and her siblings were raised in relative contentment, unassuming and naive about the world.

    Of course, that naivete doesn’t last very long. Father was old, but he wasn’t old enough to pass from old age. Something strange happened in the night. One morning he was there, the next he was gone. Mother had been distraught, losing her long time partner, and her own gaggle of young pups couldn’t understand why Bayu was leaving them.

soothe 12-24 months
Raising four pups on her own was challenging enough for Merid, and doing so while the island seemed to slowly reveal its bloodlust was a monumental task. Mesmer and her siblings were behaved kids, as well behaved as youths could be. They were a year old and rowdy, often running off into the woods and playing chase between the trees.

However, only a few months later, during one of their games, Mesmer found herself staring into the face of a spectre. She had heard the rumours, the whispers that the faces of the dead were all around them, watching silently. The blue wolf never paid it any heed, skeptical and disbelieving of the tales. At least, it was like that until she saw her very own.

To say Mesmer was terrified would be an understatement. She tucked tail and ran faster than she ever did in any game. Always glancing over her shoulder to make sure that the ghostly figure never followed her. But she never paid attention to her surroundings, and soon enough, Mesmer had found herself in a less familiar part of the woods. She never had a reason to stray this far east, especially since her family’s den was found on the opposite side of the woods. The blue wolf wandered for a while, warily glancing over her shoulder before stumbling upon the dark wolf Timeo who joined in her wandering. Eventually the two found their way back to Mesmer’s family den, saying goodbye for the night.

She would seek him out the next day after that, becoming quick friends over time. They would hang out together, each trying different trades and predictably failing to make progress in any of them. But regardless of their tradelessness, Mesmer still found an admiration in Timeo.

Months later, breaks formed in the ice. It was spring, and soon Tundes fractured from the Melusine where Osirus laid lifeless in the water. Just shy of two years old, Mesmer found herself torn between staying with her friends, and going with her family to Taika with Morgur. She bid farewell to Timeo and her friends before travelling south, unable to shake the feeling of regret.

As spring turned to fall, the water from the lake turned foul, and Mother drank it one day. It made her delirious, hallucinatory. She ran from voices that whispered to her, unintelligible, but chasing her nonetheless. She wasn’t watching where she was going one day, and stumbled over a rocky ledge, injuring herself in the process. Following her habits in Tundes, Mesmer flitted from trade to trade, even taking up a few months as a healer to watch over Mother before she eventually gave up again.

placate 24-36 months - current
Mother passed later, unable to keep weight on as winter moved in. She was distraught, her siblings angry with the island’s bloodlust. They should never have come to Taika, they would’ve been safer in the mountains with Yetta and her followers.

And perhaps they were right as with the advent of summer, came the large bellowing wave from the ocean. They fled as flood water rushed in. Mesmer ran, ran as fast as her legs could carry her despite being waterlogged and slow. Eventually, the blue wolf was picked up by a Skydas patrol. Her siblings were lost amongst the flood, washed away to other territories or worse. Perhaps it was a sign, fate showing its hand even. Regardless of what it was, the blue wolf was too grief-stricken and terrified to go back once the water settled. Her previous trust in following the island's will was broken. Why follow something that means to kill you? There were deaths every season, why did it have to bring the ocean into it? So Mesmer turned her back, staying in the east long after the rest of her former packmates set off to reclaim their home.

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Relationships
〈 demisexual | demiromantic 〉

[family tree]

Parents: Bayu (Father, NPC, Deceased), Merid (Mother, NPC, Deceased)
Siblings: 2 brothers, 1 sister
Relatives: none!

Mate/Pups:
    none!

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Contact: Docs
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Description

[2021-10-23] Bio complete!
[2021-10-13] uploaded! still a work in progress!
☂ Mesmer ☂
"Knife maker"

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Info
Name: Mesmer
Past Names/Nicknames: “Mes”
Name Meaning:
    [Mesmer] - “reminded her parents of the rain, a play on the word mesmerize”
    [Mes] - “a diminutive of Mesmer, used fondly, responds to well”

Gender: Female
Age: Adult (approximately 3 years)
Born: December 1st
    Waning Crescent Moon (Hawthorn)
The Illusionist
A communicator, silver tongued, quick wit. A good listener, an appetite for information and knowledge. Cunning, a fast learner. The twisting boughs of the Hawthorn tree are thought to harbour magical energies. The tree is known to withstand powerful winds, as so it is associated with strength in the face of adversity.

Territory: Skydas

Rank: 0 | omega (aspiring seeker)
[Previously: n/a]

Abilities/Purchases:
Haze || Beginning.1 | [1 ][2 ][3] || Intermediate.2 | [1][2][3] || Mastery.3 | [1][2][3]

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Appearances
Build:
Solid and steady on her feet, Mesmer is far from being a lonely twig on a tree. She’s not particularly strong or agile, but she makes up for it with endurance and a keen mind.
Pelt:
Subdued blue and grey, Mesmer looks like she’s made of mist.
Eyes:
A burnished green-gold that appears warmer against her coat.
Height & Weight:
79cm & 38kg

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Personality
"mesmerizing, as if I hadn’t heard that one before"

{Personality Type: ENFJ- A “The Protagonist”

{Mannerisms
A bit of a social butterfly, Mes likes to talk as much as she likes to listen to gossip. The blue wolf is soothing, placating amongst peers. She can seem a little air-headed and whimsical, but for her, it’s easier to know more than what she actually lets on.

Benign and rather sweet faced, Mesmer is well practiced with her smile. She’s everybody’s friend, at least, that’s how she feels on the subject. The blue wolf is sociable and apt to understand the various social cues in complex pack life. Mesmer is least likely to push herself forward as a leader, as she feels most comfortable as a follower or a sidekick.

Mes is good at soothing the riled up. As a mediator from Taika, Mesmer still retains a lot of her previous teachings. She’s quick to let go of angry feelings, and even quicker to forgive with words, but it’s a bit trickier to forgive with her heart. Following the devastation of the southern territory, Mesmer is more inclined to simply live life to its fullest. She’s had a hard time with the future and worried a lot over the island’s macabre hunger. However, this carefree attitude can come across as careless and even crass in terms of her disregard for the departed.

Still, something about the south now frightens her, indicative as to why her new home now resides in the east. Mes isn’t above running away from her fears, why shouldn’t she take the easy way out? It exists for a reason, right? Ultimately, the blue wolf isn’t lazy by any means and pushes for peace and tranquility. However, the moment things get hairy, and she can’t talk her way down, is the same moment where Mesmer tucks tail and runs. Besides, usually everything can be smoothed over with a smile, right?

{Development}

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Other
Likes:
    - rain
    - the ocean
    - foggy weather
Dislikes:
    - conflict/confrontation/calling her out
    - physical confrontations
Favourites:
- tba
OOC Facts & Trivia:
  - rain witch
  - will eventually be covered in lily pads

  - Voice Claim: [ Nobody - Mitski]

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Historywelcome 0-12 months
It wasn’t the most conventional time for Bayu and Merid to have children. They were both older wolves in their trades, even Bayu was on the course for retiring and living a bit of a slower life than his current one as Einar. The couple were workaholics on the worst of days, prideful of their posts and frugal with their time, they only settled down to have a family in their later years.

Born in the cold winter months following a (then) untold massacre in the north-western shoreline, Mesmer was born followed by a younger sister and preceded by two brothers. It was a tumultuous time to be raising pups as a strange wave of sickness and death swept across the isle. Despite the darker months, Mesmer and her siblings were raised in relative contentment, unassuming and naive about the world.

    Of course, that naivete doesn’t last very long. Father was old, but he wasn’t old enough to pass from old age. Something strange happened in the night. One morning he was there, the next he was gone. Mother had been distraught, losing her long time partner, and her own gaggle of young pups couldn’t understand why Bayu was leaving them.

soothe 12-24 months
Raising four pups on her own was challenging enough for Merid, and doing so while the island seemed to slowly reveal its bloodlust was a monumental task. Mesmer and her siblings were behaved kids, as well behaved as youths could be. They were a year old and rowdy, often running off into the woods and playing chase between the trees.

However, only a few months later, during one of their games, Mesmer found herself staring into the face of a spectre. She had heard the rumours, the whispers that the faces of the dead were all around them, watching silently. The blue wolf never paid it any heed, skeptical and disbelieving of the tales. At least, it was like that until she saw her very own.

To say Mesmer was terrified would be an understatement. She tucked tail and ran faster than she ever did in any game. Always glancing over her shoulder to make sure that the ghostly figure never followed her. But she never paid attention to her surroundings, and soon enough, Mesmer had found herself in a less familiar part of the woods. She never had a reason to stray this far east, especially since her family’s den was found on the opposite side of the woods. The blue wolf wandered for a while, warily glancing over her shoulder before stumbling upon the dark wolf Timeo who joined in her wandering. Eventually the two found their way back to Mesmer’s family den, saying goodbye for the night.

She would seek him out the next day after that, becoming quick friends over time. They would hang out together, each trying different trades and predictably failing to make progress in any of them. But regardless of their tradelessness, Mesmer still found an admiration in Timeo.

Months later, breaks formed in the ice. It was spring, and soon Tundes fractured from the Melusine where Osirus laid lifeless in the water. Just shy of two years old, Mesmer found herself torn between staying with her friends, and going with her family to Taika with Morgur. She bid farewell to Timeo and her friends before travelling south, unable to shake the feeling of regret.

As spring turned to fall, the water from the lake turned foul, and Mother drank it one day. It made her delirious, hallucinatory. She ran from voices that whispered to her, unintelligible, but chasing her nonetheless. She wasn’t watching where she was going one day, and stumbled over a rocky ledge, injuring herself in the process. Following her habits in Tundes, Mesmer flitted from trade to trade, even taking up a few months as a healer to watch over Mother before she eventually gave up again.

placate 24-36 months - current
Mother passed later, unable to keep weight on as winter moved in. She was distraught, her siblings angry with the island’s bloodlust. They should never have come to Taika, they would’ve been safer in the mountains with Yetta and her followers.

And perhaps they were right as with the advent of summer, came the large bellowing wave from the ocean. They fled as flood water rushed in. Mesmer ran, ran as fast as her legs could carry her despite being waterlogged and slow. Eventually, the blue wolf was picked up by a Skydas patrol. Her siblings were lost amongst the flood, washed away to other territories or worse. Perhaps it was a sign, fate showing its hand even. Regardless of what it was, the blue wolf was too grief-stricken and terrified to go back once the water settled. Her previous trust in following the island's will was broken. Why follow something that means to kill you? There were deaths every season, why did it have to bring the ocean into it? So Mesmer turned her back, staying in the east long after the rest of her former packmates set off to reclaim their home.

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Relationships
〈 demisexual | demiromantic 〉

[family tree]

Parents: Bayu (Father, NPC, Deceased), Merid (Mother, NPC, Deceased)
Siblings: 2 brothers, 1 sister
Relatives: none!

Mate/Pups:
    none!

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Contact: Docs
Random Events: OPT IN