Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 21:18:40 GMT
MYRRH
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2 yrs • female • canine • australian shepherd • -- • --
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PERSONALITY |
Myrrh is a young girl with more problems than she can handle. She is painfully shy, her stature always submissive. She is mute, but even if she had a voice no one would hear it. She is terrified of strangers, often cowering beside her brother for protection. He is her only source of stability in this world, and she clings to him as if her very life depended on it. Where ever he goes, she goes. If they get separated, she can't function. Myrrh is prone to panic attacks, suffering from anxiety over the idea that Masque might leave her.APPEARANCE |
She'll do anything to stay right next to him. Myrrh is most comfortable when they are laying down, so that she can almost bury herself in his fur. She looks up to him, both as her older brother and her protection, some might think even so much as to idolize him. What most don't know, however, is that it goes much deeper than that. While her dependence on Masque has grown to become almost smothering to him, Myrrh refuses to even try to change her debilitating habits.
Masque is her brother, and hers alone. She loves him more than just as that, and while she knows things will never be as she wants them to be, she still dreams of it. If she never leaves his side, no one can ever hurt her, and she can make sure no one ever takes him from her.
Almost like a parasite, she has taken advantage of her brother's affection and begun to feed off of it. If anyone or anything tries to come between them, they are a threat, and Myrrh will stop at nothing to get rid of them. Depending on how much of a threat she takes them as, she might simply try to drive them off or even try to kill them. Always sweet and unsuspecting when she's around, Myrrh never tries to do anything herself, but rather finds more discreet ways to have it done. Perhaps the unlucky creature fell off a cliff, fell mysteriously ill, or began to suffer their own psychotic episodes. With a strong talent with plants and herbs, it isn't difficult for her to make things look like an accident. Besides, who would suspect the meek little female with no voice of her own?• likes | Masque, cuddling, birdsongs, soft rain, being alone with her brother
• dislikes | anyone who tries to come between her and her brother, generally other females, loud noises, being away from Masque, change
• goals | To stay with Masque for all and eternity
• fears | Felines, of all shapes and sizes, losing Masque
• strengths | skilled herbalist, patient, inconspicuous
• weaknesses | Mute, easily jealous, crippling separation and social anxieties, entirely dependent on Masque
• mental disorders | 'Mild' Psychosis and Separation Anxiety Disorder
If there is one thing that can be said with certainty about Myrrh, is that she is the 'flashier' of the two siblings. She is red merle with dark red points and clean white irish markings. Her base fur is a rich, deep red, but being merle, only assorted patches and flecks of it are not instead diluted to become a soft isabella colour. The tan points serve to accent her merleing, running along the very edges of the patching and giving her two distinct dots above her eyes. The white markings along her body have bleached her muzzle and a strip leading up her forehead. It continues down her throat, chest, and belly, circling halfway round her neck. It creeps up her legs to about her elbows and just barely touches her back toes.HISTORY |
Aside from her coat colour, however, Myrrh is much like her brother, except smaller. She has the same feathering on her ears, around her neck and chest, and off her legs. Though she is much weaker than Masque, her body still gives the idea of high energy and stamina. She is thinner; more lithe and streamlined, but still a sturdy Aussie.• height | 19"
• weight | 46lbs
• fur colour | red merle
• eye colour | blue and brown; sectoral heterchromic blue in the right eye
• scars | --
• noticeable features | --
• physical disorders | Mutism
Myrrh and her brother's past was not an easy one. Their family was not native to Hexasol, but rather rogues fighting to survive off of the out-lands surrounding it. Wide open wilderness, and a thousand and one things trying to eat you. Their parents were a part of a small, loosely knit pack consisting of purely family members. Aunts, uncles, cousins alike. While a 'family', none of them were ever truly close; they only stuck around for the sake of surviving in numbers. If ever given the chance, it was a common assumption that they'd all turn on each other. Psychosis and many other mental issues ran rampant through their bloodline, leaving tensions high. As a result, the pup's parents were especially protective.
Not that it did them any good, over the long haul. From birth, Myrrh and her siblings were treated differently. Where most youngsters were often ignored, she and her small group her openly hated. One of their parents had to stay to keep an eye on them while the other was out hunting, so that the pups were not simply disposed of. Myrrh was too young at the time to understand. Even as her siblings, one by one, 'disappeared' or became incredibly ill and passed away, she didn't understand why everyone was leaving her. Through a matter of months, Myrrh's siblings were taken away, until all that was left was herself and her brother Masque.
From the time they came into the world, Myrrh was attached to his hip. She was naturally a shy dog where he was more confident. He stuck up for her whenever someone said something nasty or picked on her, and before long, Myrrh came to almost idolize him. At 7 months old, she vowed to never let anyone or anything take her brother from her. She would stop at nothing to keep him by her side.
It was then that she began looking into herbs and poisons. Her parents were slightly concerned with her fascination with them, but figured she'd be better off with some use rather than being the mute, runty little punching bag. So, they left Myrrh in the care of one of her aunts during the day. Myrrh never remembered her name; it was unimportant to her. She was just another spiteful bitch, but one with information that she wanted. Despite her aching loneliness from being so far away from Masque, Myrrh was a voracious student. She learned much, and she learned quickly.
By the time they were a year and a half old, Myrrh had all but begun to master the art. Her teacher had died two months prior of a mysterious toxin that she had ingested, but few truly missed her. Content with being with Masque, the merle female stayed quiet, laid low for a time. Things were as peaceful as they were ever to be, until they tried to rip everything she loved away.
What was done with most males as they were about to come of age was that they were simply tossed out of the pack, told to start their own life and to quit freeloading. Those who came crawling back were castrated and seen as lower than dirt. As Masque was almost of that age, his time had come. Myrrh had been cuddled up against his side at the time, basking in the warmth from his body. The 'leaders' of their pack, or rather their grandparents and grand uncles/aunts, had come to the small tree they laid under and ripped Masque away from her.
The time they spent apart was short, but painful. Only a few nights after having been separated, Myrrh had collected enough Nightshade to poison those who would try to stop her from leaving. Few of those who she tainted survived; leaving her free to chase after Masque. Having followed the tracks he left behind, Myrrh caught up after a few days, though starving, dehydrated, and filthy, and has never left his side since.
• season born | Autumn
• place of birth | Outside Hexasol
• family | Masque
• memorable events | Poisoning the majority of her family. Being reunited with Masque.
• link to image of character | schwing.