Ranshee

Name:	Ranshee
Candidate At:	The Wyld Hunts on Mythicalae
Homeworld:	Chytonia
Species:	Half Earth Chyrith, half wulf
Age:	27 (adult)
Sex:	Female
Height:	6'10" at the shoulder, 4'7" in humanoid form
Description:	Ranshee took most of her appearance from her wulven mother, a very dog-like shape to her body, covered in shaggy, silvered fur streaked here and there with umber. Her nose is long and canine, her ears large and wide, her tail strangely mixed between a wolfen bottle-brush and a chyrith's serpentine tail. Her eyes are a sharp gold, narrow like the eyes of a chyrith rather than the round like the eyes of a wolf. Two horns of burnished black don each shoulder, low and towards the front, while two more arch upwards from behind her ears. Shifting for Ranshee is difficult and painful, but determination to master her own rampant magic makes her use it occasionally in practice. Even in human form, however, she looks like a half-breed. Her hair is as silver as her mutt coat and even thicker, hanging in a full mane around her head and in two tufts tied before her ears. Her eyes are still slits of sharp gold, and her skin ivory pale, but along her arms and down her legs runs silver fur, showing her wulven half. Her ears are even sharply pointed, as if to somehow retain wulven hearing.
Personality:	Ranshee is unpredictable, independent, and very willful. She has a tendency to get lost in the eternal "now" and thinks best when acting. She is very direct in her gaze and her speech, open and honest to a fault, and appears rather simple despite being quite clever, in an active sort of sense. Her ability of speech is limited, in most part because of her short memory and lack of practice, but her telepathy is powerful and more direct than that of most chyriths-- when she remembers she can use it. She has difficulty understanding concepts such as jealousy, hatred, and romantic love, but no trouble understanding possession, anger, fear, protectiveness, and passion. Her greatest desire is to be part of a pack, but she would likely never willingly submit to being led.
History:	Ranshee's father was a pleasant Earth chyrith whose forest contained a pack of wolves and wulves. Intrigued with the social structure and primitive culture the pack contained, the chyrith decided to see what their life was like from the inside. He shifted into the form of a lone male wulf and managed to gain entrance into the pack through patience and persistence. He even caught the eye of the pack's dominant female, a wulf of great intelligence but little to no magical power. The mating which produced Ranshee was never meant to happen. Her chyrith father avoided the canine pack during mating season for several years, escaping back to his chyrith form, but after nearly a decade of flight the wulven dominant female cornered him, determined to have her way. The resulting cubs-- for there were three-- all varied greatly, one a full-blooded chyrith, one a full blooded wulf, and one, Ranshee, a mix of both. The wulf died soon after the birth and the Earth took in Ranshee and her older brother, the full chyrith. The full wulf remained with the pack to live as a normal wulf. Ranshee grew up a burr in her patient father's hide, always getting into trouble, making the same errors over and over, and never quite mastering her magic. She learned all the spells a chyrith of her age would learn, but they often went awry, worked in unexpected ways, or didn't work at all. Her control of her earthen element never blossomed as it should have, either, despite frequent efforts and dogged practice, and to this day she is stranded at only an adolescent's control and ability. Ranshee left her father and brother soon into her twenty-first cycle, preferring the open world and her own devices than the loving but concerned attention of her family. Rarely will she find and keep a territory for more than a year or two, usually chased away by a wolf pack or chyrith. For a while she thought she had made herself a pack of misfit chyriths, but they kept disappearing on her, and still do when she manages to find and spend any amount of time with them. The accident that brought Ranshee away from her home, so far as to a different world entirely, was when she made the mistake of following another chyrith who had stolen her dinner-- prey she rightfully brought down herself, in her own territory. He tried to escape through a portal of Astral energy, into some alternate plane, and hadn't expected that she would bound in after him. The extra body trapped in the vortex between worlds threw them both out in unexpected places. Ranshee doesn't know where her unwilling transporter ended up, but she wound up Shivran Aerd, in the middle of the departure of Wyld Hunt. Since then, Ranshee has become a veteran Wyld Hunter. She has been on three Hunts-- though she has signed up for more!-- with the twin goals of rescuing Wylds from their soon-to-be imprisonment under the wicked Aerd-Lady Drakiera, and building up her own pack. Her efforts are often foiled, however, as if someone in the Aerd doesn't want her work to succeed.
Pack Rank:	Alpha Female, Pack Leader
Pack Members:	Evraia, Azeron, Kyverh, Broken Rage, Jauoteth, Autaru Selamputo, Maraelth, Oudina, Empty Sky's Rage