New Wolf Era

Name:
 Aurelia Liana Vasoviç ( Ah-REH-lee-uh Lee-AH-nuh Vahs-OH-viss )
Age:
Ageless and unknown. Appears somewhere between 2-3
Birth Month:
 Long forgotten
Gender:
Female
Element:
Ghost
Physical Description:
Dainty and small. She is pretty averagely proportioned, with nothing about her leaning more to one thing or another. Legs are average height, she has an average muscle mass. Her fur is fluffy looking, and when solidified, unbelievably soft, like it’s not even there. It is a dusty greenish color, though her tail tip, ears, and hind paws are dipped in charcoal. Half of her front legs and underside are a very light version of her base coat. Her eyes have lines and triangles under them, and there is a lightning bolt on her right thigh, a broken heart on her left shoulder. These markings are in a light, dusky pastel green shade. Her eyes are faded metallic blue.

When she is in her intangible ghost form, she is like a transparent version of herself, with more billowy fur. Sometimes her legs seem to fade into a cloudy, misty sort of look, like she is about to dematerialize.
Personality:
Distant and whimsical, Aurelia often seems a bit out of tune with the world. She has a habit of speaking rather oddly, often using some very old-timey phrases or words. She often seems a bit crazy, speaking normally one moment, then spilling off into some random tangent. In fact, she almost seems like sometimes she cannot pay attention at all. This is far from the case. Her years upon years upon years of roaming have left her with an acute eye for detail. Lies don’t slide passed her, and she has been known to be able to tell when even the best of liars are at their work. Everyone makes some sort of hint toward lying, ones that sometimes they don’t even know, but Aurelia sees them.

She is known to be something of a trickster. Playing pranks on others, often scaring the daylights out of those she first comes into contact with by suddenly appearing from nowhere, or sending out a skeletal minion to say hi for her. She is quiet for the most part, preferring to speak through ventriloquism, that is, sending some skeleton out to do the face-to-face work, while she remains unseen. It’s not because she is shy, she just doesn’t tend to trust, or like others right off the bat. She roams without contact for years on end, and often will lose her baser conversational instincts.
History:
Were you to ask Aurelia what he history was, she would probably ask you, “Which one?” Where she originally came from is a mystery, because each wolf hears a different version. Originally, she was born to a rather generic pack. There was nothing miraculous about it--let alone her. She was average. Ordinary. In a crowd, you would have never noticed the dainty little flower. Her face was sharp and exotic, and she was beautiful. But somehow she just managed to blend right into the crowd, like she wasn’t really there at all.

Born to two Hunters of the pack, her parents were not valued too highly, because as the pack said, it didn’t take much skill to hunt. Any of them could do it, it’s just the designated Hunters were more skilled, meticulous. To Aurelia, they made it seem like an art. It was beautiful, the way their prey stood no chance, how they never let their target get away when it was in their sight. She aspired to be like that with a profession. To become a master in her path. But the problem was… Aurelia had nothing she was really good at. Except, some might say, singing.

Ah, she could sing. All day long, spinning her lyrics into the air. It would captivate and draw attention for the briefest, fleeting moments, and then she was overlooked again. The only one who really, really understood Aurelia was her Helper, Orellian. He was her best friend, a clever Lyrebird with a personality as bright and bold as the vibrant feathers on his tail. They would sing together, and the times when she was with her friend were the best ones.

One day it came time when she was of age. Her family decided, that since she could think of no path she wanted to pursue, and because she was really good at nothing in particular except entertainment, she would simply be bred for pups, and then, while raising her own litters, be a pup sitter. Put her shows to good use, they decided. Aurelia dreaded that. What was worse than that? There was nothing less dignifying, except perhaps being the Omega. And that was only a maybe!

She refused. And they tried to force her. So she fought as if she were fighting for her life, and in the process, mortally wounded one of her pack mates. He died several days later, when their Healer failed to stabilize him. After this, her pack exiled her and killed her Helper, telling her that if she would not be a use to the pack by carrying on her genes, she was of no use to them at all, and didn’t deserve an element that she could not even make use of. And really, they were right. She couldn’t do anything else.

Alone and defenseless, the now powerless and heartbroken Aurelia was forced to fend for herself. Hunting was hard, as all her life she had her element of light to help her with it. Shelter was hard to come by, as she never settled long enough for it to be worth making a den. And what was the point? Why make the effort? She had nothing left to live for. So, at the ripe age of two, just barely a few months into her adulthood, Aurelia died. Perhaps it was the lack of food, the heartbreak, or the harsh climates, maybe everything combined.

And yet, she chose to come back. Even though she had nothing to live for, and by passing on she could be with her Helper again, she remained. The original reasoning behind the decision is lost to her, all she remembers from so long ago was that she haunted her pack for years. Wrecking their food supply, their dens, causing complete calamity. She would kill, and in her ghostly form leave no trace of the act. Pups were an easy target, but she didn’t touch them directly, letting them pass from their parent’s inability to feed or shelter them, due to her other deeds. Eventually, they all left, or died, and thus, Aurelia moved on.

Since then, she has lived many lives. Seen many things over the years. Her form still holds its beauty, perhaps even more so now in her ghostly form. While she appears young and in her prime, her faded metallic blue eyes speak of age that no wolf could truly comprehend.
Helper:
 Virtuoso ( Dead )
Other information:
She is known to speak a variety of languages at random.