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Name: Golaneir
Nickname(s): Gola
Meaning: Partial meaning; Gola means "winter" in Cherokee
Gender: Female
Joining Age: Young Adult (one year, six months)
Current Age: Young Adult (four years, eleven months - December 2021)
Birthdate: January 7
Territory: Skydas
Rank: Delta
Trade: Warden
Species: Wolf
Weight: 45 kg / 99 lbs
Height: 88 cm / 34.6 in
Appearance: A heavy, masculine-looking wolf, Golaneir is often mistaken for a male. Thick fur lays across a very large body, broad-shouldered and big-pawed. Her tail's a little shorter than normal and her figure is blocky. She has rounded bear-like ears and an arched muzzle. Her chin is crooked (it was broken in her youth) and she has narrowed eyes and sweeping cheek fur.
Distinguishing Marks: A small scar across her muzzle and two marks on her left side. A newer scar has formed over her nose where a malevolent owl struck, which has affected her sense of smell.
Stance: Typically looks hunched, which enforces her gruff exterior. Head is usually low and paws are slightly splayed.
Voice: Deep but rather quiet, sometimes raspy from lack of use.
Family Tree:
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Dam: Niabi (deceased)
Sire: Unknown
Siblings: Raddo (missing), Liseh (deceased)
Other:
Nikolai (maternal cousin, missing), Twitch (maternal cousin, deceased)
Orientation: Homosexual
Preferences: Unknown
Current Crushes: Elara
Past Crushes: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Ships:
Golaneir x Amberly = Ambeir
Golaneir x Gethen = Golageth?
Golaneir x Marjorie = Margola
Golaneir x Elara = Golara
Friends: Yetta, Amberly, Echo, Elara, Logan, Benji, Ilkay
Acquaintances: Wylla, Odilio, Marjorie, Nia, Arlen, Adel, Orianthi, Alvyra, Fifer, Yara, Brutus, Lennart
Neutral/Uncertain: Nerio, Mar, Seth, Osirus, Bjørn, Deimos, Mythos, Augusta
Dislike: Malaysia, most of the Kol
Grieved: Khepri, Kerrigan, Twitch, Toshala, Meski, Rayla, Samil, Kore, Gethen, Elvar, Osirus, Nimrod, Juniper
Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous - Rowan (The Thinker)
Abilities: None
Type: INFJ - "The Advocate"
Personality:
Distant, sharp-tongued, resolute, vengeful, defiant, shrewd, efficient, loyal.
Gola had never been an outspoken wolf, but her anti-social nature worsened as she aged, thanks to the hardships she endured. Youth had allowed her to speak her mind when she felt capable. She is a clever creature, and despite her bulk and obvious physical prowess she still holds her mind as her greatest weapon. After all, it was not wounds or scars that had hurt her so well. She is prone to holding grudges and changing her mind is extremely hard. She's usually quite set in what she believes or wants. She also shirks from being incorrect, and thus takes time to draw conclusions.
Her stoic exterior may fool some, but Gola holds her bonds close and truly values those she has a relationship with. Getting there is a whole different matter, of course. She tends to judge up front, though not outwardly, and holds a steady eye upon strangers til she believes she can trust them. Her wariness has mostly come from the events in her life and not her innate instincts. Thus, continued experiences may in turn tighten or slacken this adjustment. But Gola does not like change. Change has granted her with almost nothing but pain and loss, and she is fervently set against it. Even if there are good outcomes possible, she would rather things remain the way they are.
In a daily mindset, she is all about getting things done. She is distinctly unfond of those who dawdle and procrastinate. Gola prefers to being working because she can occupy her mind and body. She tends to get agitated when she's not doing things. Despite this, she tends to brood a lot when on patrol, and fluctuates between being deep in thought and busying herself with her surroundings.
Facts:
- Resting b*tch face.
- Very light sleeper, often has trouble with slumber.
- After the mysterious deaths of a number of Tundes, in particular her once-friend Khepri, Gola struggles with nightmares she hasn't had since she was a pup. The latest round of deaths has worsened the dreams.
- Depression. Forgets to eat sometimes; will wander around til hunger SLAMS and she goes into panic-hunt mode.
Likes: Nighttime, hunting, mild snow, the wind, autumn.
Dislikes: Hot weather, weakness, deep water, feathers.
Fears: Change.
Pre-Group History:
Oh, forbid the thought of a father. Golaneir knew not of one, raised by a single mother who had since cut ties. All she knew of him was that he was a foul, traitorous, rogue. Her mother's biggest regret and worst failure. He'd charmed her in and swept her off her feet, then left her full of pups and vanished like a ghost. Although perhaps, given the nature of the island, he truly was a phantom. In any case, he was but a whisper to Golaneir's ears, and by the time she was two months old she had forgotten any interest she'd once had. She had two brothers, Raddo and Liseh, and they were her best friends. Though not as inclined to causing mischief, Golaneir was usually convinced by her littermates to join in their antics. It was not entirely her obedience that swayed her, but more her independent nature and desire to observe. Nonetheless she was pulled into games and mischief, and as any pup might, enjoyed herself only too much. A couple of friends she made; best play-fight partner Yetta, dreamy Gethen, happy-go-lucky Rayla, gentle little Elara, clever Amberly, even the slightly older Khepri. (Though definitely not her stupid brother, Seth.)
Upon growing legs did Golaneir advance upon the world, a healthy promise of a good pack member. A bit of overdone roughhousing leaves her with a broken jaw, but it heals swiftly. She was big right from the start, and stubborn with her ways. Through her adolescence the pack was rocked with superstition and distrust, sown by the scarlet she-wolf Malaysia. Golaneir's opinion of this was more or less entirely skeptical, not to mention irate for how she split the pack. The waters remained rough but in alignment, and Golaneir never could have expected things to truly change. It was only when one of her brothers, Liseh, was killed in a freak accident during a hunt that she was opened to the frightening nature of life.
Grief took shape in anger, and after a great row she cut herself off from the ones she loved for a time. This was also partially stemmed by the relationship between Gola and her other brother, Raddo, who was vividly interested in Malaysia's words. Golaneir disliked anything to do with the talk of magic and gods. It wasn't that she feared it herself - but rather what it could do to others and the land, their whole way of life. Raddo mentioned something about Liseh being cursed, and that was why he had died, and Gola stopped speaking with him. Their mother was wasting away already, torn by her own mistakes and the stress upon the Pack.
Golaneir went about her duties in stoic bitterness, almost unfeeling. Fate seemed to twist her life further. Her mother passed of age and sickness. Then Raddo disappeared - the worst blow yet. Surely that was the end. But things were to change again. Change, alas, was unstoppable. And Gola was terrified of it. Humans appeared upon the shores, but their arrival sealed their doom. Malaysia led her supporters to destroy the two-legged - before anyone could even fathom the idea of humans returned. They were decimated, wiped again. With their success, the wolves of the isle were split for real. Golaneir was left to help pick up the shocked remains of what was now called the Tündes, firmly assigning herself as a protector. Her own regrets did not matter in the face of such drastic turmoil. Bitter, afraid, Gola did her best to adjust.
Group History:
She spent her days focusing on her job as a Guardian. Not all of the time was she alone however; with some caution she found herself connecting with packmates once again. Even rekindling friendships that had since faltered. But the end of summer came with a warning: a peaceful attempt at a gathering under the moonlight turned alarming when the sky went black and the moon returned bathed in crimson. The following days turned up strange bounties. Gola and Odilio found one such object themselves; a skull tucked with wormwood. A day later she stumbled upon Seth and Osirus with another strange gift, which the former snapped in his jaws. As much as she disliked the alpha's son, his words rang with some truth.
During the fall, a bad omen visited Golaneir. Her nose was scarred by the talons of an owl, slightly messing up her sense of smell. It seemed like the pieces were falling together. The two packs met for a Peace Summit in the first days of the elder moon, and all seemed to be well. Or as well as it could be for a tense meeting of two sides. Yet a week later, the island took a loss. Seven Tundes dead, unmarked and whole. Khepri was among the fallen, a blow that rocked Gola to her core. In the wake of her grief she began to have nightmares. Strange, frightening images, of owls and blood and death. Osirus called a meeting, but it only seemed to emphasize the split even among them. In the end, the borders were closed.
Golaneir, to subtle surprise, was given a new task following the changes: teaching battle skills. Of course, she was co-leading with Arlen, but it was still a daunting prospect. Nevertheless, it served as a distraction from her misery, and gave her something to do other than sulk the borders. But come the end of the season, a second wave of death fell upon them. Her cousin Twitch was one of the cold bodies. Gola's nightmares returned full force. She took to avoiding sleep altogether. And even hunting fell to the back of her mind...
Autumn arrived with no deaths for the Tundes, but this relief was short-lived. As the days grew colder, sickness spread among all wolves on the island. Golaneir's sleepless, starving body was no match, and she was found among the most ill. Despite decrees to remain in quarantine, she made feeble attempts to escape. At this point, she would have been glad to fall asleep and not wake again. But she pulled through, along with the rest of the sick, as herbs were delivered from none other than the Kol. Though the packs recover, they had to adjust to the environment in wake of the sickness. Osirus lifted the ban on the borders, and hunting parties were sent out. Gola's team came through with success. Not all groups did quite as well... she heard that one fought with wolves of the Kol over a kill. The idea of peace seemed to hang by a thread.
They survived to the cold of winter, but the Tundes lost eight wolves to the unknown. But this time blood darkened their muzzles, and yet there was still no answers. Golaneir struggled to find the strength she'd once had, still weak from illness and depression. Wolves had disappeared, and she trudged through the days in exhausted gloom. Perhaps a least, she had rekindled a few of her friendships. Made new ones, even. That was all she could cling to. By the time spring arrived, she was a walking spectre. However, real ghosts began to pop up all across the island. Wolves that had been lost to the mysterious deaths. Gola found herself face to face with the fading spirit of Khepri, not once but twice. And then came the dream.
Later in the season, Osirus went missing. Golaneir watched, among many, as the body of their alpha was brought home. She stood vigil too. Another reminder of Khepri, and a deep pang of loss for Osirus himself. How would they recover from this? The golden alpha had been all that was holding the cracked Tundes together, and now he was gone. Then summer came and took more lives; perhaps the worst blow yet. Samil, the father figure, Kore, another sister, and Elvar, the storyteller. If that hadn't torn Gola apart, it was finding Gethen's still body in the freelands. It was through the force of change and an offer from Logan that carried Golaneir onward, stumbling towards a new future. Only one more thing tarnished her hope: leaving Yetta to go west, crumbling what their friendship had once been. Desperate to escape the hurt, Gola hurried to the east with the newly formed Skydas.
To her surprise, the new scenery and settlement among like-minded wolves brought her hope for the first time in many moons.
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