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I have the resources to spend, but I don't want victory at any cost.
Eсть чем платить,
Но я не хочу победы любой ценой.
Viktor Tsoi - Blood Type
Name: Banshee
Birth Name: Half-Thistle
Alias: Thistle
Meaning: Spirit who heralds the death of a family member
Origin: Irish
Age: Adult [4 years]
Birth Month: 618/10
Sex: Female
Height: 33" | 84 cm
Weight: Below Average
Genotype: asat bb Dd EgE GG II kyky SS tt
Phenotype: Liver Domino Creeping Tan
Carries: Tan points, Blue dilution
Mutation: None
Physical description: Medium-sized stocky she-wolf with contrasting dark red markings on white pelt
Impression: Careless and egocentric young wolf who rarely watches her tongue. She might look small but those muscules might make some think she isn't as weak as she might look
Advantages: Pretty strong
Disadvantages: Easy to spot
Voice: Struganova and the Orchestra - Greying Angel
Theme: Слава КПСС - Конец Зла
Pack: None
Rank: None
Task: None
Past Affiliations: The Watchers Pack
Family:
Parents: Tall-Pine (father, NPC) & Hiding-Stone (mother, NPC)(both alive and well)
Siblings: none
Mate: Shallow-Creek (ex)
Offspring: Oni / Blooming-Hawthorn (son, alive), Rippled-River (NPC son, unknown), Shaded-Clover (NPC daughter, deceased, erased from memory), Sunny-Stone (NPC son, unknown)
Sexuality: Bi
Personality:
Honest | Supportive | Strong-Willed
Cynical | Confrontational
Hateful | Distrustful | Paranoid
Banshee is deeply hurt by the war. Even though she was on the side of the winners, even though she had supported her pack's military ways prior and didn't suffer as many losses as everyone else, Banshee still hates the war and those who support any violent action against anyone.
Her distrust for the alphas is immense. Should she learn that a ruler is unjust and ruthless, she will jump into conclusion, they are not to be trusted and must be eliminated if given the chance. She will not stand by and watch others suffer, not anymore. Banshee often replies sharply, almost rudely, not ready to spend her heart on every single one she meets.
However, when faced with a true force to be reconned with, someone who has cornered her or truly endangers her life, she will wither and appear as non-threatening as possible, allowing her past "weak" and non-confrontational self to appear.
However cynical and distrustful she is, Banshee will extend a helping hand to those in need of emotional support. She doesn't want anyone to feel abandoned and misunderstood, so she will do everything in her power to help. Fortunately, she was good with kids so her communiational skills are at a good level.
Backstory:
Banshee's backstory contains mentions of war
Banshee was born into a large pack where her parents were mere deltas, striving to benefit the pack. Back then, Banshee was known as Half-Thistle, all thanks to how spiky her fur looked during her childhood. One might say that her leaving twigs and grass tangled in her fur is the evidence of her living up to her birth name.
Her childhood was pretty ordinary and so were her teen days, as in such a large pack it was difficult to stand out and be the best in a given task. Thistle was a delta huntress, a good one at that, and she'd probably live up to become a higher-ranking wolf in her trade, had an obstacle not appear in her way. Love. Creek was almost the same wolf as she, also a delta, also wishing to become the best in his trade, fighting. Soon enough the two announced their union, despite the older wolves thinking they were too young to form a couple already, but Creek and Thistle were happy together and that was all that mattered to them.
During the rule of the past two alphas, The Watchers have become quite militaristic and strong. This appeared in a way the fighters spoke, in their jokes, in their manners becoming more harsh, even if accompanied by a laugh. It was a slow process that eventually put the ideas of taking more territory for the huge pack and valuing strength over diplomacy to the front line. The older generations spoke of the pack's greatness and unyielding leader who took every opportunity to fuel the faith in strength and The Watchers' superiority.
Half-Thistle and Shallow-Creek became parents very early on, and as Thistle grew into her motherly role, Creek too took a break from his duties to help her raise their four pups, thus distancing himself from the fighting and participating in more hunts than sparring and fighting off intruders. This lasted for an entire year. The young mother embraced the peaceful and uneventful life, enjoying the peaceful days and her happy life. From time to time they heard from their alphas that the pack has expanded their territory and has taken some parts of some neighbouring pack's territory, and Thistle cheered on, staying far away from the heat of the war, ignorant to its horrors. Creek had fully switched to hunter and she remained a denmother for all the pregnant and nursing she-wolves, helping them with their pups, so both of them were far from the battlefield. Far, untouched and undisturbed by the neighbouring pack's tragedies as they fled from the taken territories, until one day when Thistle's children and mate were called to the war.
Merely a month prior to that, The Watchers have taken captives, something that was never done before. Two wolves were taken, both high-ranking. Rumour had it they had valuable information to share. One possessed strategic knowledge, the other was brought for her herbal knowledge, she had to pass it to them. No one was allowed near them. For hostages, they were surprisingly well-fed, however, as they refused to cooperate, their provision was cut short. There was something in their eyes that made Thistle feel uneasy. Sure, they are unhappy to be here, imprisoned, but she could swear she had never seen so much hatred and pure fury suppressed in a single individual. One day, after having had a meal with her family, Thistle decided to share the leftovers with the prisoners. She asked their guards' permission and stepped in, obviously posing no threat as she was merely a denmother. That was then their eyes locked. Half-Thislte suddenly lost all thoughts and words she could've expressed, seeing both prisoners beaten and malnourished, with fire shining in their eyes as they looked at her, rather than the meat she brought.
They quickly realised she wasn't like those keeping them here, she waas far from war, kept in her safe little world, unaware of all the sufferings. They implied that a lot of young wolves she helped raise were now gone and dead far from home where they were brought by lies their commapnder had filled their heads with. And her pups would be the next victims of the regime.
Something in the way they said it turned her stomach upside down. Suddenly she could see scratches and infected wounds all over them, she could smell the dried blood on their dirty pelts. They smelled of sickness and death. The same scent their soldiers reeked of after returning to the camp after weeks of travelling. Overwhelmed, Thistle yelped in horror. The next moment she bumped into Creek, who was looking for her, almost at the entrance to the place where the outsiders were kept. It took Creek a while to calm his mate down. But the damage was done and no matter how much Half-Thistle told herself it was just a manipulation and a horrible lie, part of her knew, they were telling the truth.
Could this mean their alpha was lying all along?
Creek and their grown children felt inspired by the news that they were finally called to war. Now they were going to leap into action, show how strong their pack really was. Everyone was cheering on, everyone but Thistle. She began violently trembling, something that didn't go unnoticed by Creek. He took her away from the gathering and calmly explained that he and the kids are going to be fine and nothing ba is going to happen. They will be trained and will become the greatest warriors. She'd be safe with them. But that would not help Thistle. Still impacted by the conversation with the prisoners, she merely repeated that they re going to get killed at war and be forgotten. Suddenly, Creek's demeanor changed from caring and kind to stern. She wouldn't scare the pups, their Alpha knew what he was doing, and they just needed to trust the Alpha to lead them to victory and glory. He was done living a mundane life, and so were their grown pups.
That was the day her mate rejected her the first time ever. Hurt and misunderstood, the sensitive Thistle withdrew herself for a few days from the family's activities, believing something was wrong with her and the pups truly wanted to fight for the pack and she was just being too soft and not ready for it. Soon she noticed that not all the pups were training. Hawthorn attended fewer and fewer trainings, disappearing in the woods to hunt prey for the pack instead of preparing for battles. This went unnoticed as too many youngsters were called to train, everyone simply let Hawthorn off the hook.
Thistle accompanied him, for she had nothing else to do. The pups were all weaned a long time ago and did not require any special attention besides their mothers', and it was a great way of distracting herself. Thistle didn't bring up the topic of war to avoid the breakdown she was so close to, just spent her days with her son, enjoying his often silent company.
After the first battle, everything changed. Banshee doesn't remember what happened and who was lying on the ground right before her, just that they looked a lot like Hawthorn, and they were bleeding. Or was it just a dream? No, the painful scorching she felt in her throat as she wailed in agony was definitely real. Or was it just a very realistic nightmare? Who knows.
All she knew that she'd finally voiced her desire to leave to Hawthorn. To leave this place, to leave her corrupted family and save Hawthorn. Save her only son who wasn't zombified into a bloodthirsty criminal. So they fled, leaving everyone behind. Thistle and Hawthorn never properly said goodbye to their family, running away at night. It was too dangerous to try and persuade everyone to leave. What if they'd pin them down and not let them leave, what if they end up labeled as traitors and thrown into the same cave where the prisoners were kept? She couldn't risk it. All she could do was save herself and save Hawthorn.
During their long travelling that lasted for months they met a loner who told them stories of the dead wolves, spirits and ghosts as he called them. After listening to many stories, Thistle decided to get rid of her old name and get a new one as a symbol of the first step in her new life - Banshee.
Current events:
Trivia:
- Does not trust pack leaders. However benevolent and good they may be now, they all will eventually stray into egoism and bloodshed;
- She has had four pups, though she will deny having had any other pups besides Oni;
- She has psychogenic amnesia, she does not remember Shaded-Clover's death as it was a traumatic experience for her. Banshee does, however, remember having a daughter but due to basically disownig all of her children besides Oni, she does not know if any of them are alive or dead;
- Shaded-Clover was killed in a battle;
- Out of fight, flight, freeze or fawn responce she will "freeze" in case of immense stress or inescapable danger;
- Her fur is often unkept and has small twigs, grass and sometimes thistles tangled in it;
- Despite everything that has happened, she in not entirely pacifictic;
- The idea for Banshee appeared after February 24th, 2022 in Russia. I dare not summarize all the horrors both countries are going through by creating a fictional wolfdog character with a trauma, but Banshe shows at least a small fraction of what a thinking Russian person felt (and still is feeling) during that time. Only a fraction. One can imagine what the betrayal of your own country feels like. And the absolute helplessness.
Quotes summarising her character:
I'd rather eat carrion for 300 years than feast on fresh blood once.
The reverse quote from "The Captain's Daughter" of Alexander Pushkin
MRK [mentally ready to kill]: 2/5 [A Soldier]
This scale represents how prepared the character is to take the life of one of their kind if they deem it necessary. This includes sacrificing, punishing and avenging. The higher the number, the fewer strings there are in one's head that'd keep them from attacking those they don't consider useful or allies. However, none of the numbers determine that your wolf won't feel guilty afterwards. This is not a socio-psychopath scale.
0 - your wolf is a pacifist that will in no circumstances lay a fang on another wolf [a Moth - would rather burn themselves]
1 - your wolf is a pacifist but may kill if there is absolutely no way out, however, these wolves are usually afraid of hurting others even when trying to help [a Trigger]
2 - your wolf is ready to protect what they deem important with violence, though killing is not desirable [a Soldier]
3 - your wolf is ready to hurt other wolves and probably won't care about leaving a few corpses along the way [a Warrior]
4 - your wolf believes that sometimes killing is an only option, though there are better ways of achieving what you want [an Ambassador]
5 - your wolf is ready to take one's life if they as much as believe it'd be easier and quicker [a Venom]
Music theme:
Kynheim © by VirionAias
BG Art © by VirionAias
