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30/4/23 - In-game birth

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"We were fed blood and ice."

B a s i c s

Name: Io  [greek: Ιώ]

Meaning: dawn

Nicknames and Aliases: the Shard, the Icestar

Age: young adult

Gender: non-binary (DFAB), they/she

Pack: Kol

Rank: Eiti Adnos

Family:

- Father: Morrigan

- Mother: Lethe

- Siblings: Iris , Enyo , Noctua
  - Grandparents: Andromeda & Azuolas [maternal] | Unnamed grandma & grandpa [paternal]

Birthday: Spring '23 [April]

Moon Phase:
- Born Under: First Quarter | Birch | The Achiever
- Is Drown to: Last Quarter | Alder | The Priest

Abilities:   Frostfoot (tier 2)

STAGE 1: Beginning stage [current]
Your wolf begins to notice that they don't seem to feel the cold much anymore, and that they can withstand much colder temperatures than they remember previously. They also don't seem to suffer in the heat either, their natural body temperature keeping them cool. Others find that they are cold to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. The power of their ability begins to manifest, and they find that slight frost seems to gather around areas of moisture they touch, such as small puddles or freshly rained-on grass.

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P h y s i c a l D e s c r i p t i o n

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Height: 86 cm | 33.8’

Weight: 43 kg | 94.7 lbs

Build: Leucistic. Tall and lean, with soft, luminous fur that seemingly glows under the sun. Io is a wolf of almost ethereal beauty, a pale ghost, an ice nymph. There's no doubt about the child's lineage - it's perfectly clear Io takes a lot after their mother, coupled with their father's imposing build. Both sharp and soft features make up their androgynous appearance, and with eyes that are a frosty blue, the child looks as if they were born straight out of ice.

Scars: none

Voice: Low and soft, sometimes raspy, they speak only when they have to, in a voice that is only barely above a whisper.

Quirks and Mannerisms: Rarely will you ever see a smile on Io's face. In fact, there’s hardly ever a break from her neutral visage. Whether she’s happy or sad, elated or angry, it’s something you’ll never know. They sit quietly and listen. They look, eyes wide and unblinking as if they want to take everything in. There’s an eerie aura about them, one that both invites and pushes you away. Even their movements hold something otherworldly about them, so silent and soft, you almost never notice they’re here - until they are.

Scent: Fresh and clean, with notes of clementine, snowdrops, and moss, a mixture reminiscent of winter’s last icy breaths.

P e r s o n a l i t y

Intellectual | Observant | Focused | Loyal | Objective | Placid | Disconnected | Impatient | Insensitive

MBTI: INTP - The Logician

Enneagram: Type Five

Alignment: True Neutral

Most wolves would find Io weird. Some would even be so bold as to call them creepy. She doesn’t mind. After all, she knows who she is.

Arguably the most reserved of their sibling, Io is neither expressive nor talkative. They do not go out of their way to meet new people, much less make friends, outside of the ones they met during their formative years. You'd be forgiven for thinking they’re mute, for Io’s voice is rarely ever heard. They find idle chit-chat to be pointless, wasting the resources of the mind, and so, they only offer their voice and intellect when the need arises. Even then, one has to lean in to be able to hear them. They speak plainly, finding no need to hide or sugarcoat the truth, something that doesn’t always win them the favor of their peers.

Had it been anyone else, they’d have taken offense, or even been hurt by these assumptions. But the thing is, Io doesn’t mind. Nor care. Quite frankly, they’re way too detached to even understand basic social cues or emotions – others’ or theirs. This is something they’re aware of and over time, it has created a sense of disconnection, both from the world and their own self. It’s not that they don’t care – they do, in their own way – but Io is too objective, always seeing the bigger picture, to the point that they often lose the little moments. They’re trying to learn how to recognize these cues, however, if only because they know, on a fundamental level at least, that people tend to take matters of the heart more seriously than she ever would. That said, Io is not afraid of or opposed to physical touch. If someone they care about wants to enter the Shard's bubble, they will find it easy to do. On occasion, Io may even be the one to initiate it - a rare phenomenon indeed.

What they lack in emotional capacity, they make up for with their academic mind. Io is significantly intelligent, their mind being a bottomless well that is filled with curiosity for the world and its inhabitants, for the mystic sources that define their life. Analytical, highly observant, and extremely focused, Io can spend hours immersed in something - or someone - that has managed to win their attention, watching in silence, or asking questions about their very nature. Perhaps this is how they want others to know that they trying to make a connection - by showing interest the only way they know how.

Their need to know as much as possible, as fast as possible, coupled with their overall personality, has resulted in an individual that may seem subdued at first glance. In truth, Io can be rather impatient at times. When she asks a question, she expects answers. With tendencies of perfectionism, Io’s work must be flawless and immaculate at all times, and results must be presented immediately. Those who share the same values as her are often welcomed in their company.

All in all, Io is a quiet wolf who finds joy in unraveling the secrets of this world, both grand and small as they may be. Those who call them unemotional and apathetic are not entirely wrong, though not entirely right either. Io can recognize emotions, but they have a hard time connecting with them, and by extension, others – or even with their own self. Their moral compass is dictated and made entirely for those the Icestar values: family, friends, and those who aid the Kol’s road to godhood. As such, they’re a hardworking individual, one who, despite everything, can be fiercely loyal - first to their family, then to their pack’s ultimate goal. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for the ones they hold dear, devoted to them as they are, even in their own peculiar way.

P r e - G r o u p H i s t o r y

The Morning Twilight

They were born when spring had already sat on her throne, when the grass was green and the flowers were in full bloom. They were born when the night was cold and comforting, stars peeking down on them before they turned to bid them adieu. They were born during the time the sun’s rays flashed through the sky, piercing the darkness until night faded away. They were born at the break of dawn.

They named her Io.

Their first memory is that of warmth. Of hushed voices, gentle voices, ones that soothed and put them back to sleep. They remember little cries, and fur so soft, three other bundles beside them. Small and yet… vital. And then they remember the colors. Black. And white.

Family.

Io knew, despite knowing nothing yet, that they were all important.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexual Orientation: unknown

Romantic Orientation: unknown

Preferences: none yet

Values: family, magic, the Kol,

Likes: stars, cold, winter
Dislikes: heat, summer, the sun

Attractions: give em time

O t h e r

Thoughts on Magic: thinks of it with reverence. Born into a devoted Kol family, loyal to Malaysia’s rule, influenced by their parents' words, magic is all Io ever knew. Both of their parents possess powerful magic, and both of their parents are gods. Therefore, it's only natural for Io to believe, adamantly at that, that they and their siblings are children of the gods. With Lethe as their mother, Io has witnessed her magic many a time. The dead don't frighten them, and death itself is regarded with a sense of familiarity that others would surely call unsettling. There's hardly any doubt in the child's mind - magic is the natural state of the world. The Spirits' will is their law; the wolves who have been blessed by Them are seen as exemplars, natural superiors to the rest of wolvenkind. The red wolfess who is leading the way is an icon of worship. And any who dare oppose this simple truth is either ignorant or in the way of true enlightenment and ascension.

Personification of winter
Little Miss Weirdo™
A brilliant mind.
And a little bit deranged.
Is either silent as death, or will ask a billion questions if they find an interesting topic. Still quiet af tho, they have a very whispery kind of voice.
Don't insult their family. Ever. You will find them staring down at you in the middle of the night with a knife in their hand, whispering "You shouldn't have done that." Very friendly that one.
Has a very deadpan sense of humor.
Nocturnal like ma and pa :]
Is an astrophile! She likes spending her time looking at the night sky. The moon and stars fascinate her greatly.

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Description

30/4/23 - In-game birth

Medallion & History Log

In-Game Timeline
"We were fed blood and ice."

B a s i c s

Name: Io  [greek: Ιώ]

Meaning: dawn

Nicknames and Aliases: the Shard, the Icestar

Age: young adult

Gender: non-binary (DFAB), they/she

Pack: Kol

Rank: Eiti Adnos

Family:

- Father: Morrigan

- Mother: Lethe

- Siblings: Iris , Enyo , Noctua
  - Grandparents: Andromeda & Azuolas [maternal] | Unnamed grandma & grandpa [paternal]

Birthday: Spring '23 [April]

Moon Phase:
- Born Under: First Quarter | Birch | The Achiever
- Is Drown to: Last Quarter | Alder | The Priest

Abilities:   Frostfoot (tier 2)

STAGE 1: Beginning stage [current]
Your wolf begins to notice that they don't seem to feel the cold much anymore, and that they can withstand much colder temperatures than they remember previously. They also don't seem to suffer in the heat either, their natural body temperature keeping them cool. Others find that they are cold to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. The power of their ability begins to manifest, and they find that slight frost seems to gather around areas of moisture they touch, such as small puddles or freshly rained-on grass.

[X ] [X ] [X]

P h y s i c a l D e s c r i p t i o n

STR

◉◉◉〇〇

DEX

◉◉◉◑〇

CON

◉◉◉◑〇

WIS

◉◉◉〇〇

INT

◉◉◉◉〇

CHA

◉◉◑〇〇

Height: 86 cm | 33.8’

Weight: 43 kg | 94.7 lbs

Build: Leucistic. Tall and lean, with soft, luminous fur that seemingly glows under the sun. Io is a wolf of almost ethereal beauty, a pale ghost, an ice nymph. There's no doubt about the child's lineage - it's perfectly clear Io takes a lot after their mother, coupled with their father's imposing build. Both sharp and soft features make up their androgynous appearance, and with eyes that are a frosty blue, the child looks as if they were born straight out of ice.

Scars: none

Voice: Low and soft, sometimes raspy, they speak only when they have to, in a voice that is only barely above a whisper.

Quirks and Mannerisms: Rarely will you ever see a smile on Io's face. In fact, there’s hardly ever a break from her neutral visage. Whether she’s happy or sad, elated or angry, it’s something you’ll never know. They sit quietly and listen. They look, eyes wide and unblinking as if they want to take everything in. There’s an eerie aura about them, one that both invites and pushes you away. Even their movements hold something otherworldly about them, so silent and soft, you almost never notice they’re here - until they are.

Scent: Fresh and clean, with notes of clementine, snowdrops, and moss, a mixture reminiscent of winter’s last icy breaths.

P e r s o n a l i t y

Intellectual | Observant | Focused | Loyal | Objective | Placid | Disconnected | Impatient | Insensitive

MBTI: INTP - The Logician

Enneagram: Type Five

Alignment: True Neutral

Most wolves would find Io weird. Some would even be so bold as to call them creepy. She doesn’t mind. After all, she knows who she is.

Arguably the most reserved of their sibling, Io is neither expressive nor talkative. They do not go out of their way to meet new people, much less make friends, outside of the ones they met during their formative years. You'd be forgiven for thinking they’re mute, for Io’s voice is rarely ever heard. They find idle chit-chat to be pointless, wasting the resources of the mind, and so, they only offer their voice and intellect when the need arises. Even then, one has to lean in to be able to hear them. They speak plainly, finding no need to hide or sugarcoat the truth, something that doesn’t always win them the favor of their peers.

Had it been anyone else, they’d have taken offense, or even been hurt by these assumptions. But the thing is, Io doesn’t mind. Nor care. Quite frankly, they’re way too detached to even understand basic social cues or emotions – others’ or theirs. This is something they’re aware of and over time, it has created a sense of disconnection, both from the world and their own self. It’s not that they don’t care – they do, in their own way – but Io is too objective, always seeing the bigger picture, to the point that they often lose the little moments. They’re trying to learn how to recognize these cues, however, if only because they know, on a fundamental level at least, that people tend to take matters of the heart more seriously than she ever would. That said, Io is not afraid of or opposed to physical touch. If someone they care about wants to enter the Shard's bubble, they will find it easy to do. On occasion, Io may even be the one to initiate it - a rare phenomenon indeed.

What they lack in emotional capacity, they make up for with their academic mind. Io is significantly intelligent, their mind being a bottomless well that is filled with curiosity for the world and its inhabitants, for the mystic sources that define their life. Analytical, highly observant, and extremely focused, Io can spend hours immersed in something - or someone - that has managed to win their attention, watching in silence, or asking questions about their very nature. Perhaps this is how they want others to know that they trying to make a connection - by showing interest the only way they know how.

Their need to know as much as possible, as fast as possible, coupled with their overall personality, has resulted in an individual that may seem subdued at first glance. In truth, Io can be rather impatient at times. When she asks a question, she expects answers. With tendencies of perfectionism, Io’s work must be flawless and immaculate at all times, and results must be presented immediately. Those who share the same values as her are often welcomed in their company.

All in all, Io is a quiet wolf who finds joy in unraveling the secrets of this world, both grand and small as they may be. Those who call them unemotional and apathetic are not entirely wrong, though not entirely right either. Io can recognize emotions, but they have a hard time connecting with them, and by extension, others – or even with their own self. Their moral compass is dictated and made entirely for those the Icestar values: family, friends, and those who aid the Kol’s road to godhood. As such, they’re a hardworking individual, one who, despite everything, can be fiercely loyal - first to their family, then to their pack’s ultimate goal. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for the ones they hold dear, devoted to them as they are, even in their own peculiar way.

P r e - G r o u p H i s t o r y

The Morning Twilight

They were born when spring had already sat on her throne, when the grass was green and the flowers were in full bloom. They were born when the night was cold and comforting, stars peeking down on them before they turned to bid them adieu. They were born during the time the sun’s rays flashed through the sky, piercing the darkness until night faded away. They were born at the break of dawn.

They named her Io.

Their first memory is that of warmth. Of hushed voices, gentle voices, ones that soothed and put them back to sleep. They remember little cries, and fur so soft, three other bundles beside them. Small and yet… vital. And then they remember the colors. Black. And white.

Family.

Io knew, despite knowing nothing yet, that they were all important.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexual Orientation: unknown

Romantic Orientation: unknown

Preferences: none yet

Values: family, magic, the Kol,

Likes: stars, cold, winter
Dislikes: heat, summer, the sun

Attractions: give em time

O t h e r

Thoughts on Magic: thinks of it with reverence. Born into a devoted Kol family, loyal to Malaysia’s rule, influenced by their parents' words, magic is all Io ever knew. Both of their parents possess powerful magic, and both of their parents are gods. Therefore, it's only natural for Io to believe, adamantly at that, that they and their siblings are children of the gods. With Lethe as their mother, Io has witnessed her magic many a time. The dead don't frighten them, and death itself is regarded with a sense of familiarity that others would surely call unsettling. There's hardly any doubt in the child's mind - magic is the natural state of the world. The Spirits' will is their law; the wolves who have been blessed by Them are seen as exemplars, natural superiors to the rest of wolvenkind. The red wolfess who is leading the way is an icon of worship. And any who dare oppose this simple truth is either ignorant or in the way of true enlightenment and ascension.

Personification of winter
Little Miss Weirdo™
A brilliant mind.
And a little bit deranged.
Is either silent as death, or will ask a billion questions if they find an interesting topic. Still quiet af tho, they have a very whispery kind of voice.
Don't insult their family. Ever. You will find them staring down at you in the middle of the night with a knife in their hand, whispering "You shouldn't have done that." Very friendly that one.
Has a very deadpan sense of humor.
Nocturnal like ma and pa :]
Is an astrophile! She likes spending her time looking at the night sky. The moon and stars fascinate her greatly.

P e r s o n a l I n f o

Contact Preference:

Google Docs

Discord

Random Events

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Timezone

Eastern European Time (EET)

Design and Character Art © Nafsi-Sookie