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Innessa
(In-ess-ah, sounds like lesser)
Russian: "Pure, Chaste"

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Name: Innessa
Nicknames: Nessie (by Revan)
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 81cm tall, 37kg as an adult
Appearance: As a pup, Innessa is soft and rolly, with big confident steps. As she grows, she takes after her mother’s side of the family, developing a willowy frame and steps that bely a more cautious frame of mind. She has a large bite scar above her shoulder from her father.
Territory: Stonehaven
Ranking: Tradeswolf Mender
Abilities: None yet

Voice Claim: Jennie Kwan as Suki
Moon Phase:
WAXING GIBBOUS MOON [The Leader] Oak Tree
Nurturing, forgiving, loyal. Generous, confident sometimes to the point of recklessness. The oak is considered to be the king of the forest, and is thought of as a doorway to knowledge and power. Wolves of an Oak Moon are often thought to be destined for greater things.

Alignment: True Neutral

Family:
Grandparents: Svahilde (NPC, maternal grandmother), Bo (NPC, maternal grandfather, deceased)
Parents: Vaughan [npc, father], Ýsenlin [mother],
Siblings: Revan [brother],
Extended Family: Sigrid [maternal aunt], Hillevi [maternal aunt]

Personality:
Withdrawn | Anxious | Uncommunicative | Hopeful | Tenacious | Empathetic
Innessa has not had the easiest of youths and much of the trauma she has faced, she has absorbed into the way she acts and how she talks. Innessa tends to withdraw from family and pack activity, drifting on the wings. She tends to overthink why and how things are happening, attempting to analyse everything she can in order to ensure that she remains safe and free of danger. Innessa, while friendly once she has warmed up to you, tends to be uncommunicative about what she’s thinking and feeling. While happy to empathise with and comfort others, she struggles to communicate her own issues or fears to even the kindest of ears who is willing to listen. Despite everything that she and her brother faced at the paws of a wolf who was supposed to protect them, Innessa remains hopeful that Stonehaven and the strength of their pack will see them through. There will be light on the horizon and the sun will always dawn after even the most terrible of days. In a similar vein, Innessa is a tenacious wolf who holds steadfast to her ideals and beliefs and is not easily swayed away from what she wants.

History:
Light, snow white light, was the first thing that Innessa could remember seeing. A bright white that reflected off the warm and snuggly coat of her brother Revan. Innessa remembered warmth and other wolves helping her mother who later she learned the word sick; she remembered her father and from him she learned the concept of soul giving.
It became apparent as the howling Winter winds slowed and something the wolves of Stonehaven called Spring crossed the threshold of the great cave the little wolfling knew to be her world, that there was something different between her and Revan. He was white with red eyes and according to her father, that made him special. The concepts were beyond her for most of it, but she knew that her beautiful brother had given something of himself to make sure she came into the world whole, and for that she was grateful. What a good and kind thing to do? To make sure she came into the world. Innessa was deeply impressed by her brother. Her father had told her after all, how special Revan was, and with her mother so sick, Vaughan was the figure her round moon-shaped eyes followed as soon as they had opened.
It was as soon as the two pups were able to walk far enough they could roll from their den and their mother’s side that things became more...unsavoury. Clueless to her father’s intentions, Innessa stumblingly followed him high into places in the mountains where he showed them the rituals of old. Sometimes the rituals hurt. She didn’t like it and neither did Revan, but as her father had said, they were doing it so their mother could get better, and so she continued without complaint. Her father had told her it was for the best after all.
Innessa wasn’t quite sure why her brother seemed to be growing distant from her father. She could feel the shift between them, though she wasn’t sure her father had noticed so much as he seemed intent about thinking about other things. But she noticed. She noticed he was drifting away and it made her sad. Perhaps she would have understood it better had she not been so young, but she was a soft child and to see her special brother so frustrated made sadness reach to her very core. Soon it was only her that was taken to the ritual place, and it was only her that would come home bloodied from ‘too much play’.
One day, when her mother had descended the mountains to gather herbs, and her brother was out of their home with a friend he was learning to hunt with, Innessa was called by her father to ascend the mountain for a ritual. His mutterings were more provocative than usual, emphatically repeating that they would unite a whole once more. Just this one last thing. As Innessa waited as patiently as a young pup was able to for her father to prepare himself for this ritual that needed the sun to dip below the horizon, she let her mind wander. She wondered what Revan was doing, and if he was happier out with his friend than completing these rituals with her father. These rituals were very important, her father had said so after all.
He lied.
Innessa can’t quite remember what happened, all she could remember was bone-shaking terror that lingered for weeks afterwards. Her father’s face swimming in front of her, roaring that she had been given something special and now; now she had to give it back. Her brother’s terrified eyes, her mother’s teeth, the Vadja’s furious snarl and the troubled gaze of Revan’s big hunting friend.
Her father had left his mark and the little pup withdrew into herself. She tried to ignore the Conclave that spoke of vengeance for her and her brother. Tried to ignore when her mother threw her father from Stonehaven territory. Tried to ignore as their lives went back to ‘normal’.
Only now, her father’s words rolled always in the back of her mind; turning like soil beneath a dung beetle: Two halves of a whole, they were the gateway to power.
Contact Preference: Happy to chat OOC on Discord. RP through Google Docs.
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Description

Innessa
(In-ess-ah, sounds like lesser)
Russian: "Pure, Chaste"

[Moodboard]
Theme

Name: Innessa
Nicknames: Nessie (by Revan)
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 81cm tall, 37kg as an adult
Appearance: As a pup, Innessa is soft and rolly, with big confident steps. As she grows, she takes after her mother’s side of the family, developing a willowy frame and steps that bely a more cautious frame of mind. She has a large bite scar above her shoulder from her father.
Territory: Stonehaven
Ranking: Tradeswolf Mender
Abilities: None yet

Voice Claim: Jennie Kwan as Suki
Moon Phase:
WAXING GIBBOUS MOON [The Leader] Oak Tree
Nurturing, forgiving, loyal. Generous, confident sometimes to the point of recklessness. The oak is considered to be the king of the forest, and is thought of as a doorway to knowledge and power. Wolves of an Oak Moon are often thought to be destined for greater things.

Alignment: True Neutral

Family:
Grandparents: Svahilde (NPC, maternal grandmother), Bo (NPC, maternal grandfather, deceased)
Parents: Vaughan [npc, father], Ýsenlin [mother],
Siblings: Revan [brother],
Extended Family: Sigrid [maternal aunt], Hillevi [maternal aunt]

Personality:
Withdrawn | Anxious | Uncommunicative | Hopeful | Tenacious | Empathetic
Innessa has not had the easiest of youths and much of the trauma she has faced, she has absorbed into the way she acts and how she talks. Innessa tends to withdraw from family and pack activity, drifting on the wings. She tends to overthink why and how things are happening, attempting to analyse everything she can in order to ensure that she remains safe and free of danger. Innessa, while friendly once she has warmed up to you, tends to be uncommunicative about what she’s thinking and feeling. While happy to empathise with and comfort others, she struggles to communicate her own issues or fears to even the kindest of ears who is willing to listen. Despite everything that she and her brother faced at the paws of a wolf who was supposed to protect them, Innessa remains hopeful that Stonehaven and the strength of their pack will see them through. There will be light on the horizon and the sun will always dawn after even the most terrible of days. In a similar vein, Innessa is a tenacious wolf who holds steadfast to her ideals and beliefs and is not easily swayed away from what she wants.

History:
Light, snow white light, was the first thing that Innessa could remember seeing. A bright white that reflected off the warm and snuggly coat of her brother Revan. Innessa remembered warmth and other wolves helping her mother who later she learned the word sick; she remembered her father and from him she learned the concept of soul giving.
It became apparent as the howling Winter winds slowed and something the wolves of Stonehaven called Spring crossed the threshold of the great cave the little wolfling knew to be her world, that there was something different between her and Revan. He was white with red eyes and according to her father, that made him special. The concepts were beyond her for most of it, but she knew that her beautiful brother had given something of himself to make sure she came into the world whole, and for that she was grateful. What a good and kind thing to do? To make sure she came into the world. Innessa was deeply impressed by her brother. Her father had told her after all, how special Revan was, and with her mother so sick, Vaughan was the figure her round moon-shaped eyes followed as soon as they had opened.
It was as soon as the two pups were able to walk far enough they could roll from their den and their mother’s side that things became more...unsavoury. Clueless to her father’s intentions, Innessa stumblingly followed him high into places in the mountains where he showed them the rituals of old. Sometimes the rituals hurt. She didn’t like it and neither did Revan, but as her father had said, they were doing it so their mother could get better, and so she continued without complaint. Her father had told her it was for the best after all.
Innessa wasn’t quite sure why her brother seemed to be growing distant from her father. She could feel the shift between them, though she wasn’t sure her father had noticed so much as he seemed intent about thinking about other things. But she noticed. She noticed he was drifting away and it made her sad. Perhaps she would have understood it better had she not been so young, but she was a soft child and to see her special brother so frustrated made sadness reach to her very core. Soon it was only her that was taken to the ritual place, and it was only her that would come home bloodied from ‘too much play’.
One day, when her mother had descended the mountains to gather herbs, and her brother was out of their home with a friend he was learning to hunt with, Innessa was called by her father to ascend the mountain for a ritual. His mutterings were more provocative than usual, emphatically repeating that they would unite a whole once more. Just this one last thing. As Innessa waited as patiently as a young pup was able to for her father to prepare himself for this ritual that needed the sun to dip below the horizon, she let her mind wander. She wondered what Revan was doing, and if he was happier out with his friend than completing these rituals with her father. These rituals were very important, her father had said so after all.
He lied.
Innessa can’t quite remember what happened, all she could remember was bone-shaking terror that lingered for weeks afterwards. Her father’s face swimming in front of her, roaring that she had been given something special and now; now she had to give it back. Her brother’s terrified eyes, her mother’s teeth, the Vadja’s furious snarl and the troubled gaze of Revan’s big hunting friend.
Her father had left his mark and the little pup withdrew into herself. She tried to ignore the Conclave that spoke of vengeance for her and her brother. Tried to ignore when her mother threw her father from Stonehaven territory. Tried to ignore as their lives went back to ‘normal’.
Only now, her father’s words rolled always in the back of her mind; turning like soil beneath a dung beetle: Two halves of a whole, they were the gateway to power.
Contact Preference: Happy to chat OOC on Discord. RP through Google Docs.
Random Events: Opt In