The Rift Application Lylac

This is a WIP!

Name: Lylac

Age: 3 years

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Mate Status: None

Alliance: Riverdale

Rank: Omega 

Task: None 

Weight: 78 lbs

Height: 30’’

Family:

Garr-Father-Alive

Ava-Mother-Alive 

Solas-Brother-Alive

Aidan-Brother-Alive

Kalia-Sister-Alive

Darius-Brother-Alive

Jehma-Sister-Alive

Physical Description

Lylac is a compact and sturdy little wolf. Her silver-blue fur grows in the opposite direction on her neck than the rest of her body. She has ptosis in her left eye and a slightly crooked jaw from an incident she had when she was a pup. Her tail is shorter than most and her claws are blunt.

Extra: Lylac has a slight speech impediment due to her crooked jaw which makes her stutter some.

Personality:

Friendly: Not a single soul can deny that Lylac is one of the most friendly individuals they’ve met. She does her absolute best to get along with all of her packmates.

Optimistic: Lylac is a positive individual and likes to look at the bright side of every situation. She likes to lift everyone’s spirits when they’re down.

Self Conscious/Insecure: Lylac is very aware of the slight deformity of her face and extremely insecure because of it.  She fears that she is looked down upon, constantly thinking about the incident that caused it and wishes that she had just done one thing differently that day to prevent it.

A little Dense/Awkward - Lylac isn’t quite the sharpest wolf ever. One can tell a joke or say something sarcastic only for her to understand it hours later after it is no longer relevant. She sometimes will just laugh and smile if she thinks one has said something intended to be a joke, often landing herself in awkward situations having laughed at an inappropriate moment.  

Naïve/Forgiving: Lylac wants to see the good in everyone and prefers to forgive and forget rather than be hung up on it for extended periods of time. Sometimes she will overlook negative qualities in others. This causes her to be taken advantage of from time to time, but abuse this characteristic, she will not be as forgiving afterwards.

Backstory 

Lylac was born last in a litter of six to Garr and Ava, a pair of loners looking to start their own pack. Not prepared for that many pups, Gaar and Ava did their best to raise them.  The pair loved their children dearly and wanted to provide the best pup hood they could for them.

Lylac adored her father, waking up early to see him off before he went hunting, and waiting diligently for him to return. She was amazed by his ability to provide for his family and aspired to be just like him. 

Finding enough food for six ravenous kids and a mate proved to be quite the challenge for Garr, so as soon as the six were old enough to hunt, both Garr and Ava took them out to train them, starting them on small prey. They all loved hunting but weren’t exactly the most successful bunch. First off, they were loud, scaring away prey 75% of the time and they were not very skilled at finishing their kills off quickly and efficiently, turning mice and voles into mushy, shredded inedible messes.

They eventually got the hang of it and grew to be skilled mini hunters.  Lylac was lacking in size when compared to her siblings and struggled to keep up. Every now and then she endured taunts from her older siblings for being the runt, making her push herself harder.

When playing with her siblings, she would overexert herself just so she could be even with them. One day she wanted to show that she could even take on Solas, the biggest and firstborn. She relied on speed to avoid her brother’s attacks, but she was caught by one blow to the stomach. When she succeeded in getting Solas tripped up and onto the ground, she pounced on him, but he brought his hind legs up hard, kicking her directly in the abdomen and throwing Lylac off and over his head.

Before anyone realized what happened, Lylac tumbled face first into a rock and was immediately knocked out.

When Lylac woke up, there was a throbbing pain in her jaw and she couldn’t see much out of her left eye. She was confined to the security of the den for a while until her jaw healed.  When she was allowed back outside the den, she went to the river with just her father to fish. She looked at her reflection and her heart sank. Lylac’s jaw had healed crookedly and the eyelid over her left eye sagged, unmovable.  Tears welled in her eyes and she began to sob. Garr comforted his youngest daughter and sat next to her.

“Your flaws are what make you one of a kind, my dearest. You are kind and strong, love. Never forget that. You are my daughter and your mother and I will always love you.”

Lylac tried to take her father’s words to heart, but she can’t help but feel terrible.

As she grew, Lylac avoided fishing so she wouldn’t have to see her own reflection in the water’s surface as she tried to concentrate. She preferred hunting small game and birds and became an efficient huntress.

When she and her siblings neared three years old, they began to leave one by one to live their own lives. Lylac was the last to leave to start anew.

During her jouney, she met a pack of wolves that were also traveling, she was told they were migrating to a new home.  Seeing this as an opportunity and not wanting to be on her own any longer, she offered her services and loyalty for a place among them promising to not be a burden to them. Much to her relief, she was accepted.