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    Born within Trynas Eiras' walls, Dreamwulf Diablecara has always lived in the lap of luxury. Until she didn't, and her mom strangely passed on from a "witch's curse," as her dad called it. Though the Diablecara family had always been friendly to witches and magical creatures, Wulf accepted this lie for what it was painted as: the truth. It wasn't until her teenage years that her rebellion and frustration with her father's constant departure from the castle that she finally saw through the excuse. It happened one night, when she was talking to Tir Diablecara about her mother, and he slipped and said "I" when he meant to say "the witch" in regards to who killed her mother. It's was simply a Freudian slip, according to him, when Wulf point-blank accused him. Yet, she held onto the sneaking suspicion that it was the truth finding its way out from the weight of the lie.

    She'd never tell anyone this, but it's why her father hasn't returned to Tyrna Eiras in over 5 years. Dreamwulf refuses to see him, much less be in the same room as him. And frankly, her father is scared of either reality. Wulf could kill him quickly and quietly, finally exact her revenge for her mother's needless death. Return the favor for countless years without a mother and for the years prior to where her mother suffered from domestic abuse. It was a largely known fact that the Diablecaras were on the verge of a separation when her mother died, but with Queen Pruina coming into power, it was an easier cover-up to blame it on a witch. However, Wulf hasn't sought out to kill her father. She had already determined years ago that was a worthless endeavor, considering everyone would know it was her, and she wouldn't get to watch the life drain from her father slowly, day by day, until he realized that the suffering he felt was the same she felt. Dreamwulf simply had to wait until her father found something precious and take it from him. Simple at that.

    Except, the world didn't just want Wulf to have her birth family twisted to the point of no repair. No, it was opted to continue to rip the people she loves from her. Including Claramond. They grew up in the same castle, eventually growing close as they became older. The silly jokes they played on each other turned into excuses to tease and touch each other. It all fun and games until she kissed him, and people started to make assumptions. While Wulf doubts she'll ever get clarification on why he flipped the switch, she assumes it was because of the embarrassment that dating her would cause. It was presumably improper, at least given her father's decline in respect around Tyrnas Eiras. After Claramond broke her heart, Dreamwulf fell into what she could only call a slump. She had felt it coming on for years, but Claramond was the last straw. She started saying in bed most day, and sometimes people noted her irritability and outbursts of crying that seemingly came from nowhere. She started apologizing a lot more too, for silly things like her request to eat dinner alone in her room or for canceling on a game of chess that the other person knew they were going to lose anyways. One time, one of the maids found her in the library, wetting a book with her tears, and that's when the rumor started that she'd lost her marbles a little. People started watching her a little more closely when she would use the knives to cut vegetables for her soups, and they stopped letting her keep Billintine, her prized sword, in her room with her. The walnut in the box above her bed was moved into her locked drawer, and she gave the key to her closest friend. It wasn't until a few months later that Wulf asked for the key back, putting the walnut back to its rightful place. Now, Dreamwulf still struggles to get out of bed somedays, but she'd like to believe she's seeing the end of her phase.

    It's no coincidence that her slump started to decrease in severity after Queen Pruina took Wulf under her wing. Dreamwulf had a goal, a way to escape her father's suspect reputation that was only made worse by his failed battles and leagues of dead soldiers. She could have it all, only if she exacted revenge on the person who broke her. She could have was she always wanted, just if she betrayed the person who betrayed her first. All Wulf had to do was play nice with Claramond for a year, ignore his bright smile for a year, and all the things that made him lovely, and she could be one step closer to the crown. Closer to creating her utopia where people like her father don't get away with awful deeds and the innocent prevail.


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    š…š”š‹š‹ šš€šŒš„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Dreamwulf Sacarina Diablecara
    ššˆš‚šŠšš€šŒš„š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Wulf, Dreamie
    š“šˆš“š‹š„š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Rhi Diablecara
    ššˆš‘š“š‡š‘šˆš†š‡š“ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Hailing from the Carnastir Mountain Range, Dreamwulf's father, Tir Diablecara, used to be of the most decorated generals. Now, he's the most hated, at least around the Range. The valley that Dreamwulf's father spends most of the year in and home of Diablecara estate was one taken by force by Wulf's father. Because of Tir Diablecara's reputation and the danger associated with the Range, Dreamwulf have rarely seen the land she will inherit upon her father's death, living in Tyrinas Eira most of her life. She's only aware that its meager, much like the rest of his wealth. Still, she holds onto her title with a vicegrip.

    š€š†š„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Twenty-one
    ššˆš‘š“š‡šƒš€š˜ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… March 23rd
    ššˆš‘š“š‡šš‹š€š‚š„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Tyrinas Eira
    š™šŽšƒšˆš€š‚ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Aires

    š†š„ššƒš„š‘ + šš‘šŽššŽš”šš’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Cisgender female, she + her
    š’š„š—š”š€š‹šˆš“š˜ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Bisexual

    šŒšŽšƒš„š‹ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Carla Martinez
    š“šŽš š“š‡š‘š„š„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Llyre āˆ™ Valacar āˆ™ Oriel


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    š–š€š‘šƒš‘šŽšš„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Chainmail, pastel blue, floor-length ballgowns, chiffon and silk anything, white fur coats, the sheath to her sword, Billintine, large golden earrings, small golden singlet crown that some call tacky (including Queen Pruina), stilettos, jewelry made from various animals' bones and teeth (including humans and magical beings), simple bralettes, black accents.

    š’š‚š„šš“(š’) ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Crisp, fresh air, sweet cranberries (her favorite snack), and vanilla (which she sticks behind her ears each morning

    šš‹š€š‚š„š’ šŒšŽš’š“ š‹šˆšŠš„š‹š˜ š“šŽ šš„ š…šŽš”ššƒ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Alone in the halls of Prince Claramond's private court, walking back and forth
    āˆ™ Her room, which used to be adjacent to Claramond's room before it was moved next to Alva-Waith's; she spends a lot of days in bed
    āˆ™ The game room where she plays a lot of chess (if you didn't know, she's a master player)
    āˆ™ Surrounded by people and following them around like lost dogs

    šš„šŽšš‹š„ šŒšŽš’š“ š‹šˆšŠš„š‹š˜ š“šŽ šš„ š–šˆš“š‡ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Alva-Waith
    āˆ™ Irek
    āˆ™ Llyre
    āˆ™ Claramond (if she can bear it...)


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    š’š“š‘šŽšš†š„š’š“ š‚š‡š€š‘š€š‚š“š„š‘ š“š‘š€šˆš“ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Ambition
    šŽš•š„š‘š•šˆš„š– ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Ironically, Dreamwulf's ambition is often clouded by her tendency to be a sloth. She cuts corners often, marking her as a cheapskate and a lazy bitch, as some might be inclined to call her. Under the surface of this is the source of her laziness and cyclical fatigue: what she assumes to be depression. It isn't like there's much in the way of psychologists that she can visit in secret. Not that she would want to, anyway. It's nothing something she likes to admit to feeling. Especially since the source is a bit laughable.

    Beyond her lazy personality, Dreamwulf is incredibly calculating and quick to the punch. She's clever and witty, known to crack a deprecating joke here and there when the moment arises. Known for getting herself out of sticky situations, Wulf used to be Tryinas Eira's resident prankster before she outgrew that phase. Well... she says she outgrew it, but really people started to catch onto the fact that she could and would talk herself out of any situation. Wulf knows when to quit in most situations, except in moments where her ambition blinds her. It's why she let herself be manipulated by the Queen, even when her normally strong sense of loyalty drew her back to Claramond. Even if he broke her heart into a million pieces just like her father did. It happens in chess too- sometimes she can get so blinded by winning she doesn't see her opponent coming straight at her. It's moments where Dreamwulf lacks control that scare her the most

    šŒš€ššš„š‘šˆš’šŒš’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Being weirdly clingy to someone after days of pushing people away
    āˆ™ Walking around with a black Queen chess piece in her pocket, fidgeting with it when nervous
    āˆ™ Pushing up her hair to make it more voluminous
    āˆ™ Taking her earrings out and putting them back in when she's bored

    šŽš‚š‚š”šš€š“šˆšŽšš’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Chess; she's considered a Grand-Master
    āˆ™ Reading old myths and retelling them to her friends
    āˆ™ Does napping count as a hobby?
    āˆ™ Cooking

    š…š€šš‚šˆš„š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Sword fighting
    āˆ™ A win in chess
    āˆ™ Good days where she can get out of bed and smile
    āˆ™ Successful completion of a step in her goal
    āˆ™ Making something good to eat, especially a home-cooked comfort meal
    āˆ™ Sitting by the fire
    āˆ™ Laughing, especially with others
    āˆ™ Learning something new

    š€šš‡šŽš‘š‘š„šš‚š„š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Being interrupted
    āˆ™ People disrespecting her/underestimating her
    āˆ™ Having her pride and ego be called into question
    āˆ™ Accidentally biting down on a fork and hearing it scratch against her teeth
    āˆ™ Nightmares
    āˆ™ Her father
    āˆ™ The allure of the walnut sitting above her bed on the shelf
    āˆ™ Feeling useless and unwanted
    āˆ™ Cries

    š†šŽš€š‹š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Become Princess, and eventually, Queen (by any means necessary... sorta)
    āˆ™ Get Queen Pruina in her back pocket
    āˆ™ Perhaps revenge on Claramond for breaking her heart? Her route to becoming Princess might already accomplish that, however
    āˆ™ Make Salmar in her image, creating a place where she's revered and respected for her kind, yet stern, ruling
    āˆ™ Destroy her father, piece by piece

    š…š„š€š‘š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Becoming like either of her parents
    āˆ™ Being consumed by despair
    āˆ™ Remaining unloved and disrespected
    āˆ™ Being weak
    āˆ™ Not being in control

    š‘š”šŒšŽš”š‘š’ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹…
    āˆ™ Some believe that Dreamwulf has a crush on Faramond since they're sometimes caught together and they jump away, pretending they don't speak to each other.
    āˆ™ Wulf's soups have been rumored to cause some weird symptoms, including frog noises and the strange urge to tell everyone their thoughts... it's part of why she's not allowed in the Kitchen except to cook for herself.
    āˆ™ Dreamwulf also has a reputation for being a Prince fiend since she went from Claramond (reportedly) to Farmond (again... reportedly)
    āˆ™ She's known for blowing up on people in private, and sometimes people swear they hear her screams.
    āˆ™ Her father is a rumored psychopath and therefore so is Wulf. Rumors that she hasn't done much to dispel.


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    šš„š‘š’šš„š‚š“šˆš•š„ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Magic is a mixed bag with Wulf. On the one hand, her head's been filled with all the stories Queen Pruina has told her and Faramond. On the other hand, she sees the usefulness of magic. Particularly in achieving her goals. Her dad has also told her stories of the times where magic came in handy for espionage, particularly with cursed objects that acted essentially like trojan horses. And invisibility charms certainly help. Especially now when she's charged with keeping an eye on Claramond.

    š‡šˆš’š“šŽš‘š˜ ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… Dreamwulf's history with magic is limited to only the experiences her father has given her and the things Alva and Eru have told her. Her father is the one who showed her objects charmed with invisibility or truth, a few of which she's stolen here and there, including her grandfather's invisibility cloak. The walnut touched with death that almost killed her father, taking a guard instead, sits in a box on the shelf. Wulf doesn't know why she keeps it, but she fears she never has to use it. At least not on Claramond, despite the hatred she holds for him. Thankfully, no one has bothered to open the box, lest they question her or, heaven forbid, touch the precious nut.

    š–šˆš„š‹šƒšˆšš† š€ššˆš‹šˆš“š˜(-šˆš„š’) ā‹…āˆ˜ā‹… None at the moment, though she does question why her family has all of these magical objects just hanging around. And there's a fable that her great-great-grandma used to concoct potions, but Wulf pays no mind so such a rumor. Even if she has made some interesting soups here and there...


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