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“All things truly wicked, start from innocence.”
– The Evil Queen

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Larka

Nickname: n/a

Voice: Olenna Tyrell

Age: Adult (7 years)
Moon Phase: FIRST QUARTER MOON - BIRCH (The Achiever)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Build: Thin and lean, athletic.
Height: 78 cm
Weight: 38 kgs
Territory: Stonehaven
Ranking: Tradewolf
Abilities: n/a

FAMILY

Father: Vytis
Mother: Eele
Extended Family: Adel (Grandson)

Previous Mate: Kalnas
Children: Cleo and Kanta
Extended Connections: Yetta (Kalnas's daughter) and Branka (Kalnas's daughter).

Current Mate: None
Current Love Interest: None
Past Love Interest(s): Kalnas

“It’s not my job to make you feel like a man, I can’t make you something you’re not.” - Astrid Leong

PERSONALITY

ISTJ-A

COMMON CHARACTERISTICS
Dutiful
Moral
Blunt
Hot-Tempered
Proud
Resentful
Forceful
Naturalist
Anti-Magic
Hostile towards all Kol

Honest and Direct – Integrity is one of the strongest building blocks of Larka's personality. Plain and simple honesty is Larka's preferred method of communication. That being said, emotional manipulation, mind games and reassuring lies are not beneath her if needed.
Very Responsible – Larka's word is a promise, and a promise means everything to her. Loyalty is a strong sentiment for her, and she makes it a point to always fulfill her duties that she has committed herself to.
Strong-willed and Dutiful – Always working hard and staying focused on her goals, Larka never leaves a task half finished. Patient and determined, she will always meet her obligations; no matter what.
Stubborn – The facts are the facts, plain and simple. Larka is known to balk at any new idea that isn’t supported by facts. This factual decision-making process also makes it difficult for her to accept that she is in the wrong about something.
Insensitive – While not intentionally harsh, Larka often hurts the feelings of those more sensitive souls by believing that honesty is the best policy, period.
Judgmental – Opinions are opinions and facts are facts. Larka is highly unlikely to respect those who disagree with fact, and especially those who remain willfully ignorant of them.

“In this world, the weak are the sustenance of the strong. The strong live, the weak die.” – Makoto Shishio

HISTORY

In the beginning, there was only one pack; The United Pack. This is where Larka was raised, where she was first rooted with the ideals she carries so close to her now. Her parents were by no means warriors; her father was a seasoned Einar, older then most but nowhere near less in his trade. Her mother was an herbalist, a wolf who clung fiercely to the original ideals and ideologies of the United Pack. Together, Larka's parents pledged their heart and soul to the United Pack; and that included their children. While Larka's father rarely showed affection to his children, he made sure they knew he cared in his own passive way. Her mother, however, never feigned false affection; duty was her life, and it left no room for weaknesses.

Fertility was not an issue for Larka's parents, and while her family consisted of many mouths, this story isn't about them. Larka and her siblings were taught from the very beginning that what they had they owed to the union of the pack for without the United Souls they were nothing. Larka's parents took their trades very seriously, teaching each of their children of their ways from the moment they could take their first step. While many of her siblings looked to their mother with eyes of adoration, taking up interest in the trade of Herbalist, Larka instead was infatuated with her father's role as an Einar.

Even when Vytis fell, the earth having given way near one of the curious stone structures, Larka still wished to follow in his trade. Even as she watched her father fall into reclusive depression at his inability to continue his trade, the fall having broken frailing bones past the point of proper healing, still she ached to one day carry the role of an Einar. Her spirit was crushed, only slightly, as her mother turned careless eyes upon her father and in whispers with other adults, Larka heard her murmuring how he was now simply another mouth to feed who had nothing to offer. By the end of the week, her father had left their den and was never seen again.

Whatever sadness Larka had almost felt was smothered by the withering gaze of her mother, the aging Herbalist reminding Larka that her duty was to the pack, not in grieving over a soul no longer present. Her father had done his duty, and now, his watch was done. The day that Larka came of age, she proudly joined the Einar, her mother stoically murmuring that her father would have been proud. Never again did Eele willingly speak about Larka's father. Larka had come to accept that while her mother cared for them, she did not love them. She clung to the thought that her father would have at least been proud, but slowly, she felt a shell hardening around her heart.

In the span of a season Larka's mother passed, a festering new ideology had begun to slither through the ranks of wolves, and Larka met Kalnas. Rooted in duty and purpose, he was everything her parents would have wanted for her. This mixed with his likeminded distrust
and distaste of Malaysia and her 'ideas', Larka fell for him with little effort and eventually she grew to love him; or at least what she assumed was love.

They struggled to start a family - In the beginning, Larka's optimism was immense. Her mother had birthed many successful litters after all. Besides her trade, bringing forth the next generation was her responsibility. She owed it to the United Pack. Though, the longer they went without success, the more distant and closed off Kalnas grew. She did her best to sooth his worry, doing what she could to build up his hope, but coddling was never an action she had been encouraged to learn. When she began to doubt herself, she was filled with relief to finally be able to tell him that they had succeeded, her relief more for herself then them both. She was pregnant. The struggle should have ended there but the pups came too early; three of the five were lifeless and still, and the two that survived were sickly and small. While Larka was proud of them, no matter their frail condition, she could see the blatant disappointment on her mate's face.

Larka named them Cleo and Kanta.

It was fast apparent that Cleo was becoming Kalnas favorite; despite her frailty, she was growing much quicker then her brother, her health improving rapidly in comparison to Kanta's. Kanta, on the other hand, Kalnas refused to even acknowledge his presence. The blatant dismissiveness for their son planted a seed of resentment within her towards her mate, and the coldness between them only grew and became more obvious. Larka fought for her son fiercely arguing with her mate to just give the boy a chance, but her words always fell on deaf ears. "As it must be," he’d growled coldly, his eyes cold and distant. "Only the strong survive, and he is not strong. Letting him die would be a mercy."

It was that day that rage burst within her, the veracity of a mother's love driving her with the fierceness of a hundred warring wolves. She chased him from their den like a mother bear, lashing viciously at his face and rendering thin red lines deep in the flesh across it, screaming for him never to come near her or their children again. Larka raised the pups alone, the Einar growing cold and passive to the outside world. She raised them to the best of her ability, passing down all that her own parents had taught her in her youth however Larka pushed her sickly children harder then her parents had ever pushed her, pushing them to be strong and fierce like her. She said it was her duty, to prepare them for the harshness of the world and their future within the United Pack; but really it was her effort to prove Kalnas wrong in calling them weak and better off dead. While her children prospered, Larka's fierce tactics only caused more damage with her demand for standards that were set unreasonably high. When her children came of age and were old enough to take care of themselves; they left her, cutting all ties.

Grief clung to her heart like ice on the cliffsides but Larka smothered the feeling and instead through herself into her trade. Through regime change, and the ever rising threat of Malaysia's followers and their treacherous whispers of magic, Larka remained focused on her task, choosing to remain neutral in the world of politics. Her duty was to the United Pack, not to mediate or share her opinion on whoever leads it and their ideals; until the beach massacre made her pay attention. It was soon after this that her daughter rose the ranks quickly, taking her place beside her as an Einar, but even then she and her daughter rarely spoke. The festering resentment from Kalnas that had picked at the cracks of their family saw to her relationship between her and her children staying strained. Only when her grandson was born did Larka reach out; it resulted in Larka see Adel only a handful of times before Cleo grew tired of forcing a connection with her mother.

As luck continued to turn its back on her, Larka's world turned upside down while on patrol, securing the now Tundes border from the Kol in the distance. Attacked by a mother bear protecting her cub, Larka barely made it back to the pack with her life, sporting instead deep gashes across most of the left side of her body. A fellow Einar, one who Larka saw as the closest thing to a friend, was not so lucky. Upon the death of her tradesmate, Larka renounced her title of Einar and stepped down to the rank of an Omega as penance for failing in her duties to her pack, shouldering the responsibility of her friends death. It wasn't long after that her children died, only seasons apart.

A sickness swept mercilessly through the Almos, and Larka found herself unable to remain unscathed from its effects. Her time within the healing den was spent in painful realization that while she had remained dutiful to her pack through all hurdles as her parents had always taught her, she had done so at great sacrifice. She lay breaths from death, the weighing notion that she was utterly alone sucking the life from the fight inside her. She found herself grappling with the regret that she had drove such a vastness between her and her children. She wished she could go back, at least to have another chance to go apologize to them, something she never did before they died. The thought was suffocating and something she would never utter aloud; weakness did not aid the pack, only hinder it. So in the shadow of death, Larka buried her woes and regrets as deep as she ever had before, replacing it instead with a shield of indifference.

Despite the odds, she survived.

Her world passed in a blur; the Kol, the deaths, the visions.
Osiris was found among the dead and Larka had watched with passive eyes as the Tundes once more began to crack along their fault lines. The aging former Einar voiced no opinion as the pack gathered to discuss their fate, and when the decision was made to fracture into small sub-packs, Larka made a decision that surprised even her.

She chose to follow Yetta to Stonehaven.

IN GROUP HISTORY
tbd

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QUOTES
"I don’t have sob stories like all of you. My own mother…thought I was a monster…She was right of course, but it still hurt.”

"We’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”

"Watch who you trust. Even your teeth bite your tongue now and then."

"You know the saddest thing about betrayal? It never comes from an enemy."

"Complaining about a problem without proposing a solution is called whining."

“There shall come a day, when I'll stop playing the fool. That day, my love, nothing on earth nor in the heavens will be able to save you from me.”

Art of Larka done by others! :

Original Design & OC (c) SpiritHoliday

Description

MEDALLION | PLOTS | MOODBOARD

“All things truly wicked, start from innocence.”
– The Evil Queen

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Larka

Nickname: n/a

Voice: Olenna Tyrell

Age: Adult (7 years)
Moon Phase: FIRST QUARTER MOON - BIRCH (The Achiever)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Build: Thin and lean, athletic.
Height: 78 cm
Weight: 38 kgs
Territory: Stonehaven
Ranking: Tradewolf
Abilities: n/a

FAMILY

Father: Vytis
Mother: Eele
Extended Family: Adel (Grandson)

Previous Mate: Kalnas
Children: Cleo and Kanta
Extended Connections: Yetta (Kalnas's daughter) and Branka (Kalnas's daughter).

Current Mate: None
Current Love Interest: None
Past Love Interest(s): Kalnas

“It’s not my job to make you feel like a man, I can’t make you something you’re not.” - Astrid Leong

PERSONALITY

ISTJ-A

COMMON CHARACTERISTICS
Dutiful
Moral
Blunt
Hot-Tempered
Proud
Resentful
Forceful
Naturalist
Anti-Magic
Hostile towards all Kol

Honest and Direct – Integrity is one of the strongest building blocks of Larka's personality. Plain and simple honesty is Larka's preferred method of communication. That being said, emotional manipulation, mind games and reassuring lies are not beneath her if needed.
Very Responsible – Larka's word is a promise, and a promise means everything to her. Loyalty is a strong sentiment for her, and she makes it a point to always fulfill her duties that she has committed herself to.
Strong-willed and Dutiful – Always working hard and staying focused on her goals, Larka never leaves a task half finished. Patient and determined, she will always meet her obligations; no matter what.
Stubborn – The facts are the facts, plain and simple. Larka is known to balk at any new idea that isn’t supported by facts. This factual decision-making process also makes it difficult for her to accept that she is in the wrong about something.
Insensitive – While not intentionally harsh, Larka often hurts the feelings of those more sensitive souls by believing that honesty is the best policy, period.
Judgmental – Opinions are opinions and facts are facts. Larka is highly unlikely to respect those who disagree with fact, and especially those who remain willfully ignorant of them.

“In this world, the weak are the sustenance of the strong. The strong live, the weak die.” – Makoto Shishio

HISTORY

In the beginning, there was only one pack; The United Pack. This is where Larka was raised, where she was first rooted with the ideals she carries so close to her now. Her parents were by no means warriors; her father was a seasoned Einar, older then most but nowhere near less in his trade. Her mother was an herbalist, a wolf who clung fiercely to the original ideals and ideologies of the United Pack. Together, Larka's parents pledged their heart and soul to the United Pack; and that included their children. While Larka's father rarely showed affection to his children, he made sure they knew he cared in his own passive way. Her mother, however, never feigned false affection; duty was her life, and it left no room for weaknesses.

Fertility was not an issue for Larka's parents, and while her family consisted of many mouths, this story isn't about them. Larka and her siblings were taught from the very beginning that what they had they owed to the union of the pack for without the United Souls they were nothing. Larka's parents took their trades very seriously, teaching each of their children of their ways from the moment they could take their first step. While many of her siblings looked to their mother with eyes of adoration, taking up interest in the trade of Herbalist, Larka instead was infatuated with her father's role as an Einar.

Even when Vytis fell, the earth having given way near one of the curious stone structures, Larka still wished to follow in his trade. Even as she watched her father fall into reclusive depression at his inability to continue his trade, the fall having broken frailing bones past the point of proper healing, still she ached to one day carry the role of an Einar. Her spirit was crushed, only slightly, as her mother turned careless eyes upon her father and in whispers with other adults, Larka heard her murmuring how he was now simply another mouth to feed who had nothing to offer. By the end of the week, her father had left their den and was never seen again.

Whatever sadness Larka had almost felt was smothered by the withering gaze of her mother, the aging Herbalist reminding Larka that her duty was to the pack, not in grieving over a soul no longer present. Her father had done his duty, and now, his watch was done. The day that Larka came of age, she proudly joined the Einar, her mother stoically murmuring that her father would have been proud. Never again did Eele willingly speak about Larka's father. Larka had come to accept that while her mother cared for them, she did not love them. She clung to the thought that her father would have at least been proud, but slowly, she felt a shell hardening around her heart.

In the span of a season Larka's mother passed, a festering new ideology had begun to slither through the ranks of wolves, and Larka met Kalnas. Rooted in duty and purpose, he was everything her parents would have wanted for her. This mixed with his likeminded distrust
and distaste of Malaysia and her 'ideas', Larka fell for him with little effort and eventually she grew to love him; or at least what she assumed was love.

They struggled to start a family - In the beginning, Larka's optimism was immense. Her mother had birthed many successful litters after all. Besides her trade, bringing forth the next generation was her responsibility. She owed it to the United Pack. Though, the longer they went without success, the more distant and closed off Kalnas grew. She did her best to sooth his worry, doing what she could to build up his hope, but coddling was never an action she had been encouraged to learn. When she began to doubt herself, she was filled with relief to finally be able to tell him that they had succeeded, her relief more for herself then them both. She was pregnant. The struggle should have ended there but the pups came too early; three of the five were lifeless and still, and the two that survived were sickly and small. While Larka was proud of them, no matter their frail condition, she could see the blatant disappointment on her mate's face.

Larka named them Cleo and Kanta.

It was fast apparent that Cleo was becoming Kalnas favorite; despite her frailty, she was growing much quicker then her brother, her health improving rapidly in comparison to Kanta's. Kanta, on the other hand, Kalnas refused to even acknowledge his presence. The blatant dismissiveness for their son planted a seed of resentment within her towards her mate, and the coldness between them only grew and became more obvious. Larka fought for her son fiercely arguing with her mate to just give the boy a chance, but her words always fell on deaf ears. "As it must be," he’d growled coldly, his eyes cold and distant. "Only the strong survive, and he is not strong. Letting him die would be a mercy."

It was that day that rage burst within her, the veracity of a mother's love driving her with the fierceness of a hundred warring wolves. She chased him from their den like a mother bear, lashing viciously at his face and rendering thin red lines deep in the flesh across it, screaming for him never to come near her or their children again. Larka raised the pups alone, the Einar growing cold and passive to the outside world. She raised them to the best of her ability, passing down all that her own parents had taught her in her youth however Larka pushed her sickly children harder then her parents had ever pushed her, pushing them to be strong and fierce like her. She said it was her duty, to prepare them for the harshness of the world and their future within the United Pack; but really it was her effort to prove Kalnas wrong in calling them weak and better off dead. While her children prospered, Larka's fierce tactics only caused more damage with her demand for standards that were set unreasonably high. When her children came of age and were old enough to take care of themselves; they left her, cutting all ties.

Grief clung to her heart like ice on the cliffsides but Larka smothered the feeling and instead through herself into her trade. Through regime change, and the ever rising threat of Malaysia's followers and their treacherous whispers of magic, Larka remained focused on her task, choosing to remain neutral in the world of politics. Her duty was to the United Pack, not to mediate or share her opinion on whoever leads it and their ideals; until the beach massacre made her pay attention. It was soon after this that her daughter rose the ranks quickly, taking her place beside her as an Einar, but even then she and her daughter rarely spoke. The festering resentment from Kalnas that had picked at the cracks of their family saw to her relationship between her and her children staying strained. Only when her grandson was born did Larka reach out; it resulted in Larka see Adel only a handful of times before Cleo grew tired of forcing a connection with her mother.

As luck continued to turn its back on her, Larka's world turned upside down while on patrol, securing the now Tundes border from the Kol in the distance. Attacked by a mother bear protecting her cub, Larka barely made it back to the pack with her life, sporting instead deep gashes across most of the left side of her body. A fellow Einar, one who Larka saw as the closest thing to a friend, was not so lucky. Upon the death of her tradesmate, Larka renounced her title of Einar and stepped down to the rank of an Omega as penance for failing in her duties to her pack, shouldering the responsibility of her friends death. It wasn't long after that her children died, only seasons apart.

A sickness swept mercilessly through the Almos, and Larka found herself unable to remain unscathed from its effects. Her time within the healing den was spent in painful realization that while she had remained dutiful to her pack through all hurdles as her parents had always taught her, she had done so at great sacrifice. She lay breaths from death, the weighing notion that she was utterly alone sucking the life from the fight inside her. She found herself grappling with the regret that she had drove such a vastness between her and her children. She wished she could go back, at least to have another chance to go apologize to them, something she never did before they died. The thought was suffocating and something she would never utter aloud; weakness did not aid the pack, only hinder it. So in the shadow of death, Larka buried her woes and regrets as deep as she ever had before, replacing it instead with a shield of indifference.

Despite the odds, she survived.

Her world passed in a blur; the Kol, the deaths, the visions.
Osiris was found among the dead and Larka had watched with passive eyes as the Tundes once more began to crack along their fault lines. The aging former Einar voiced no opinion as the pack gathered to discuss their fate, and when the decision was made to fracture into small sub-packs, Larka made a decision that surprised even her.

She chose to follow Yetta to Stonehaven.

IN GROUP HISTORY
tbd

Contact Preference: Google Docs; EST time
Random Events: Opt In

QUOTES
"I don’t have sob stories like all of you. My own mother…thought I was a monster…She was right of course, but it still hurt.”

"We’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”

"Watch who you trust. Even your teeth bite your tongue now and then."

"You know the saddest thing about betrayal? It never comes from an enemy."

"Complaining about a problem without proposing a solution is called whining."

“There shall come a day, when I'll stop playing the fool. That day, my love, nothing on earth nor in the heavens will be able to save you from me.”

Art of Larka done by others! :

Original Design & OC (c) SpiritHoliday