Pilin

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Pilin is a member of New Caledonia, ranked as a Peer.

His ancestral name erased forever after turning coat as to settle grudges during the initial battles against Old Caledonia, Pilin was the sole survivor of his family. Young and full of fight, the youth had fought hard against those that should have been allies, though it was all in vain. Having suffered against another falconer’s bird’s attack, his face was mauled by its talons, though he did not lose his eyesight. In the battles, he lost his own bird and withdrew from the fighting entirely.

Using his tracking skills, he followed the trail of the exodus of Caledonians and lingered in the areas they camped in before finally stumbling upon them where they’d eventually make their new home. Hesitant to join or even show his face, he stared on from afar and took in information from loners around.

Eventually, Pilin worked up enough courage and entered the Realm, vowing to serve King Iomair and his people as repentance for his past actions.


Overview

Basics

  • Date of Birth: 10 JAN 2017
  • Gender: Male
  • Luperci: Ortus
  • Pack: New Caledonia
    • Rank: Peer

Heritage

  • Family: Unknown
  • Birthplace: Old Caledonia
  • Species: Coydog

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Appearance

Overview

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  • Lupus : XX in (XX cm) ↔ XX lbs (XX kg)
  • Secui: XX in (XX cm) ↔ XX lbs (XX kg)
  • Optime: 6ft 08in (80 in / 203 cm) ↔ 210 lbs (95 kg)
  • Humanization: High. Pilin needs his fingers and height to use his preferred weapon, a longbow. He is almost always seen in optime form, and seems to take great care in how his clothes look. The only time he really utilizes his other forms is if he's out scouting. Otherwise he remains on two legs.
  • Clothing & Accessories: Pilin typically wears light, plain clothing during the warmer months. While his coat keeps him warm, it's no where near as insulating as a wolf's, and as such he dons furs during the colder seasons. He wears a green cloak, that trails down his back a bit. He often hides his face with it, tucking his nose under, especially when speaking to those who carry a high rank within the pack. Gloves adorn his hands, though they are mismatched in form, but not color. Undyed leather gloves, one slightly different than the other, for one is for archery and the other for falconry.
  • Interaction
    • Speech: Pilin is quiet, and never directs a conversation(except away from him.) While soft, his voice is pleasant to listen to.
    • Scent: He smells clean most days, well washed and without any "unpleasant" and powerful odors. In spring and summer he tends to roll in grasses and flowers to mask his dog smell. Helps to stalk and track he says.
    • Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: When speaking with others he often shys away from eye contact, and his hands are always folded together or fidgeting with something.
    • General Posture and Body Language: If spotted alone, Pilin stands tall, almost proud and driven. With pack members present it's a different story. Adopting a very submissive stance, he keeps his head low and ears pinned back slightly. He also tries to tuck his head into his cloak, much like a turtle does with its shell.

Palette

Fur

 Taupe (#352E27)

 Snow White (#FFFFFF)

Eyes

 Glacier (#6CA6C3)

Nose/Skin & Scars

 Mine Shaft (#212121)

 Cavern Pink (#E1B4B4)

 Bazaar (#9A7A7A)

Personality

Traits

Even as a member of New Caledonia, Pilin always seems afraid. Never the first to strike up a conversation, and a furrowed brow of worry or fear is always on his face. His tired eyes make him look years older than the seasons he has lived thus far.

Quite possibly the most cloistered member of New Caledonia, Pilin boasts an air of mystery around him. Conversations are kept short, his words typically terse, but only so that he may leave, or keep others away. Without others around he appears to be a whole different person, happily conversing with his bird, even laughing with him at times. Anxiety hits him hard when he speaks with a packmate, however, especially Old Caledonians and high ranking members. Guilt rides on him and weighs on him heavily. His tired eyes are a result of that guilt, and the lack of sleep it causes. Despite the internal pain, he still serves the court, secretly trying to find a true way to redeem himself, not just service to the realm, something that would last, make an impact.

Puppies and birds are the only things he seems to come out of his shell for, though the former are often accompanied by their parents, so the rare sight of confidence and contentedness coming from Pilin is hardly ever seen. To him the youth is a sign of the pack healing from its wounds. Eventually there will only be stories of the old war, with no memory of Old Caledonia held, and he is okay with this. Perhaps selfishly so, as there would be no memory of his family's betrayal on their own people.

Skills

  • Marksman: An ace shot, and a skilled bowyer, Pilin is great at both sending and making arrows, as well making bows.
  • Falconer: Pilin's first bird was killed during the war, he has since defriended an American Kestral that he named Flycatcher. While not the biggest raptor in the world, the kestrel has great eyesight and can scout ahead for the both of them to get food. With cooperation, the two are very accomplished hunters.
  • Pathfinder: The coydog has a knack for remembering landmarks and finding his way in the wilderness and ruins alike. He can make fairly detailed maps, and is very comfortable with traveling long distances from home.


Threads

2021

  1. Darling, my honeybee (September 2021)
    Grand Lake, with Sólveig Dawnrunner, Velour Valentine, and Taffetta Valentine.
    Pilin agrees to accompany Sólveig outside of the Realm so that she can forage for medicinal plants. They incidentally also come upon a lively beehive and a pair of familiar faces...
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    Areas, with Character?.
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