[CLOSED] Keala - Venchi Pup

Personality: I’m actually really intrigued by her personality as it stands, if that’s all right.

Roleplay Sample:

The plump grouse scratching at the forest floor in search of insects had no idea of the danger it was in.

Keala edged forward slowly, inch by inch, setting her paws down soundlessly to avoid startling her prey. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, her entire focus on the bird in front of her. Careful. Don’t get over-excited. Closer, just a little closer...now!

Keala leapt, paws extended to pin the bird down. Feathers exploded into the air as the grouse took off, flapping its wings and squawking raucously as it fluttered out of the white she-wolf’s reach.

Keala let out a sigh of frustration. Somehow she always mistimed her jumps, managing to miss her target by mere inches. She’d been trying to work on the problem for almost two weeks with little success; she had even asked for her father’s advice. Mochi had told her not to push herself too hard, to let her hunting skills develop naturally, with practice. Practice was alright, but Keala disliked the idea of leaving “room for improvement” in anything she did. She wanted nothing more than to be the best she could be- in everything.

“That wasn’t bad,” a voice observed from behind her, and Keala turned around to face Lysic, who sat a few yards away watching her endeavors.

“No, it wasn’t bad,” Keala agreed. “But it could have been better. And I could have actually caught the bird.”

Lysic tilted his head to one side, considering. Keala couldn’t hold back a smile; more so than any of her other half-siblings, Lysic was a thinker.

Which was why she didn’t expect his next words. “Maybe you’re thinking too much.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Keala said. “What do you mean?”

“You’re trying too hard to be perfect,” Lysic said. “Why don’t you stop thinking so much about what you should be doing to make sure you succeed, and just do what comes naturally, what your instincts tell you to do?”

“That’s what Dad said,” Keala replied. Lysic nodded.

“I’d say he’s right. And don’t worry. It’ll come to you. It just might take time.”

“I’ll try it again,” Keala said. “And this time I’ll do what you said.”

“You might have to wait on that,” Lysic said. “Don’t you remember? Dad said we were going to the borders today, to look over the new rogues.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Keala said. “I was so wrapped up in this that it slipped my mind for awhile.”

The prospect of new blood joining the ranks of Lubrusca excited her. Lubrusca was her family; she loved each and every member and she welcomed the chance to see it grow. The last time the borders had been opened, she’d found a special friend- a shy, awkward little pup who had immediately stirred her sympathies. She’d taken the pup under her wing, so to speak, and had enjoyed getting to see her come out of her shell as the months went by.

She glanced at Lysic. “We should get back quickly,” she said. “Race you to the commons?”

Without waiting for his answer, she took off. Lysic, left behind her, called out, his voice fading as she ran. “Now wait just a minute! You didn’t even give me a chance to answer!”

Keala only kept going, knowing he would catch up to her soon enough and they’d both be laughing about it. She loved the camaraderie between them, loved the family bond that held Lubrusca together. And she was looking forward to seeing that family grow and change, staying strong no matter what the future held.



OOC: The rogues at the borders and Keala’s little friend are not actual characters, if that needs to be said. I invented them for this roleplay sample because I really wanted to incorporate Keala’s compassionate side and this seemed like the best way to do that. If it’s weird I apologize.

@valerian I really liked your application for Keala, and I feel like it would work really well for her personality! Go ahead and make her account when you're ready <3

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again! I’m taking another stab at this cutie bug. <3

Personality: As with my previous application, I’d like to leave her personality as it is. Between my nervous little Shale and...whatever Kalia is now, I haven’t gotten the chance yet to play a fiery, confident charrie like Keala. I’m intrigued by the personality she has right now and I don’t think there’s anything I’d want to add.

Roleplay Sample:

The bright sun of a cloudless spring morning shone down on the lands of Lubrusca, lending a vividness, a feeling of life, to the territory. The lush grass underfoot seemed greener than it usually did, the sky clearer, the breeze more gentle. Birdsong echoed faintly in the air, and a golden butterfly flitted lazily from wildflower to wildflower. The day had only just begun, and already it was shaping up to be beautiful.

Keala, daughter of Ventus and Mochi, didn’t exactly take the time to notice. Her focus was entirely on one single thing.

There. The faint hint of a scent on the air. Keala switched direction, trotting briskly over Lubrusca’s hunting grounds. She kept her eyes open, looking for any sign of her quarry. And her search did not entirely go unrewarded. The traces were there, once she looked hard enough for them- a crushed leaf here, a snapped twig there, a tuft of grass pushed down by a footstep. She was on the right trail.

Compared to just a few weeks ago, her tracking skills had certainly improved. In her typical perfectionist fashion, Keala never settled for less than her best. She was a fast learner, and even at just six months old she was a fair hunter and scout. Her sparring too was coming along nicely.

Tracking, however- tracking was harder for her. Not because tracking in and of itself was difficult, but because Keala’s passionate and energetic nature meant that she often threw herself into the task with too much zeal. In her quest to be better, to do as well as possible in everything, she often overlooked the small, inconspicuous details that made all the difference in tracking.

Since she’d figured out what her problem was, she’d grown determined to overcome it. Now, as she followed the faint and fading trail through the forest, she forced herself to take it slowly, to keep a sharp eye and watch out for the smallest of signs. She pictured her father in her mind. Mochi was always calm, always sensible. She’d started to develop the same traits, but her fiery, spirited side often took over. With time, she’d be able to balance the two, but for now she’d have to keep working at it.

Work was never something Keala shied away from. If there was something she needed to improve, she pushed herself to do so. She was doing it now, making herself pay attention to the little things she ordinarily would have missed.

Her nose twitched, and she lifted her head, testing the air. Yes, the scent was stronger now. She was close. She’d catch up with her quarry any minute now. Half a smeared footprint in the ground...a broken spiderweb a little farther on...

The scent grew even heavier, reinforcing in Keala’s mind that she was almost at the end of the chase. In fact, all the signs pointed to one location: the large gray boulder a yard or two in front of her.
Keala’s mind made another transition: from a focused tracker to a dedicated member of the Lubrusca family. She made a wide circle around the boulder, approaching from the front instead of the back. Sitting beside the rock was the familiar onyx form of Macha, her adopted sister. Because of Macha’s lack of hearing, Keala was always certain to approach from within her field of vision to avoid startling her.

It was true that Macha wasn’t like most wolves, but Keala loved her adopted sister all the more because of it. The bond between the two of them wasn’t as strong as the one between Keala and Lysic, but it was a strong bond nonetheless. She felt something of a protective instinct towards Macha, as well as a respect for her. Any wolf who dared to suggest that Macha was somehow on a different level than the rest of the pack would have had Keala’s fiery fury to contend with.

“There you are,” Macha said. “You did better this time.” Her words came a bit strangely, enunciated more clearly and stiffly than was usual, but Keala had grown used to it. She nodded happily, a grin spreading over her face.

“It could still use some work, though,” she said. “It took longer to find you then I would have liked.” Though Macha couldn’t hear her words, she always seemed to understand exactly what others were saying.

She glanced up at the sun, now high in the sky. “We should be getting back,” she said. Then, glancing at her sister with eyes that twinkled mischievously, she added, “Race you back to the commons! I’ll give you a head start!”