Personality: What can be said about the Wise Wolf, Horo? Well, for starters, she's got spunk. She's mischievous, and often gets herself into some sort of trouble, but that's not to say that she's not smart, too. Often she can make better business deals than Lawrence, simply based on how long she's been alive and her cunning eyes and ears. She does not have a whole lot of experience in dealing with humans one-on-one, because for so long she's just been the “goddess of the harvest,” content to stay in her wolf shape and live in the wheat. Well, perhaps not content, but duty-bound. Now, since the people of Pasroe no longer needed her help in producing a bountiful harvest, she'd finally been freed of her vow to stay there. She was originally travelling with Craft Lawrence, but...
Horo's best points are her loyalty to those people she deems fit, her keen sense of whether something is right or wrong in a situation, and, of course, the amount of ale she can hold. The one thing she truly fears is loneliness, but she's also a skilled actor, so hiding this fact has been relatively easy. If given the opportunity, she'll acquire by any means those rich, expensive sweets that she so often enjoys, but hands down her favourite food will always be apples. Apples and honey. And ginger. Oh man, apples preserved in honey and ginger. Abilities and Skills: Horo is a mythological creature; she's the goddess of the harvest. The upside to this is that she's a wolf who can change her shape using small sacrifices. The downside is that she lives in wheat, so if the wheat she's living in withers, is eaten, or is burned, she stops living, too. To make sure this does not happen, she carries the wheat in which she “lives” in a pouch around her neck.
With a small sacrifice of either human blood or raw wheat, she can change her shape from her human form back into her giant wolf form. She can speak in either form equally well. She's quite fast, strong, and obviously pretty big in her wolf form, but in her human form she still has senses of sight, small, and hearing far superior to any normal human. In a broader sense, she can cause crops to grow if there is sufficient nutrient supply in the ground. Sample: It was all so new to her, honestly. She'd been through many years, seen a lot of things, but to think that there was so much more than the simple world she had known was a foreign thought. Of course it was; it would be foreign to anyone in her space. For the life of her, though, she would not have herself mope about in a stupor. No, this was something new to explore, something that would have to replace her dream of ever returning to her home in the forests of Yoitsu.
Now was the time to learn the ley of this place, this “space station” or some such nonsense, as she had been told it was called. If there was something she wanted to do first, it was memorise the mental map of all the places she could access, so she'd know where was safe and where was not. She'd been issued a backpack with some fancy gadgets inside, and was told it was the best idea to wear it at all times, but honestly? She found it uncomfortable (it rested on top of her tail, and she could not stand that), and had left it with her other standard-issue belongings.
The whole place smelled like copper and men. This “holodeck,” while she liked the sound of the name, was entirely too unkempt for her liking, and she had expected to find at least somewhere in this beaten-down place that was clean. She was sorely disappointed. Here she smelled urine and sweat, there her ears told of the soft snoring that belied a fat man's lungs. She crossed her arms and took a deep breath.
“If I am not shown to a clean place to sleep and given some acceptable food that is not this ridiculous dry brick, someone will be introduced to the traditions of why wolves have fangs!” she said loudly, and then waited for a moment. Surely someone would respond. Right? ...right?
Re: Horo, the Wise Wolf
Horo's best points are her loyalty to those people she deems fit, her keen sense of whether something is right or wrong in a situation, and, of course, the amount of ale she can hold. The one thing she truly fears is loneliness, but she's also a skilled actor, so hiding this fact has been relatively easy. If given the opportunity, she'll acquire by any means those rich, expensive sweets that she so often enjoys, but hands down her favourite food will always be apples. Apples and honey. And ginger. Oh man, apples preserved in honey and ginger.
Abilities and Skills: Horo is a mythological creature; she's the goddess of the harvest. The upside to this is that she's a wolf who can change her shape using small sacrifices. The downside is that she lives in wheat, so if the wheat she's living in withers, is eaten, or is burned, she stops living, too. To make sure this does not happen, she carries the wheat in which she “lives” in a pouch around her neck.
With a small sacrifice of either human blood or raw wheat, she can change her shape from her human form back into her giant wolf form. She can speak in either form equally well. She's quite fast, strong, and obviously pretty big in her wolf form, but in her human form she still has senses of sight, small, and hearing far superior to any normal human. In a broader sense, she can cause crops to grow if there is sufficient nutrient supply in the ground.
Sample: It was all so new to her, honestly. She'd been through many years, seen a lot of things, but to think that there was so much more than the simple world she had known was a foreign thought. Of course it was; it would be foreign to anyone in her space. For the life of her, though, she would not have herself mope about in a stupor. No, this was something new to explore, something that would have to replace her dream of ever returning to her home in the forests of Yoitsu.
Now was the time to learn the ley of this place, this “space station” or some such nonsense, as she had been told it was called. If there was something she wanted to do first, it was memorise the mental map of all the places she could access, so she'd know where was safe and where was not. She'd been issued a backpack with some fancy gadgets inside, and was told it was the best idea to wear it at all times, but honestly? She found it uncomfortable (it rested on top of her tail, and she could not stand that), and had left it with her other standard-issue belongings.
The whole place smelled like copper and men. This “holodeck,” while she liked the sound of the name, was entirely too unkempt for her liking, and she had expected to find at least somewhere in this beaten-down place that was clean. She was sorely disappointed. Here she smelled urine and sweat, there her ears told of the soft snoring that belied a fat man's lungs. She crossed her arms and took a deep breath.
“If I am not shown to a clean place to sleep and given some acceptable food that is not this ridiculous dry brick, someone will be introduced to the traditions of why wolves have fangs!” she said loudly, and then waited for a moment. Surely someone would respond. Right? ...right?