Lo, doth Wally's replacement swiftly arrive
Name:
Holo, The Wise Wolf
Race:
Wolf goddess of harvest
Nationality:
Somewhere in Europe.
Abilities:
divinity: Unsurprisingly, as a goddess of the harvest Holo is capable of blessing a field or crop so that it may grow and give ripe and heavy rewards come harvest time. This is never free however, and the goddess must have an offering to invoke her power, often wheat or the blood of a human.
Wolf form: also unsurprisingly, Holo's true form is that of a wolf. Perhaps at least somewhat surprisingly, it is the form of a really
big wolf. A very big, very tough to kill wolf.
Enhanced senses: Even in her human form, Holo has sharp teeth and sharp eyes, and her ears and nose are particularly sharp
Skills:
Economics: Her longstanding (for humans anyways) relationship with the merchant Lawrence left her very knowledgeable of the whims and ways of the market, and since her awakening she's studied it in its modern form out of nostalgia and general interest
Knowledge of the Old Ways: Unsurprisingly, a goddess who was formerly worshipped knows the ways of the old, divine magics, and has a good grasp on the knowledge of other beings and creatures like herself
Binge drinking: Not actually good at it but hey its fun
World Origin(Optional for those who play inter-dimensional characters):
Prime earth
Short Bio:
Long, long ago, there was a small village in Europe who's crops were weak a few. They struggled to make it through every winter, and every spring they mourned those who had not made it for lack of food. One day however, a young man met a strange and powerful being in the woods near the village. She was a minor goddess, who took the form of a wolf and called herself Holo. The two grew close despite their differing lives, and that harvest the wolf took pity on the boy's village and promised to aid their harvest, so long as they paid her tribute. They agreed, and for many years after their harvests grew to wonderful sizes. Even when the boy grew old and passed away, the wolf stayed in the village, for so long that eventually her existence was considered a simple myth. The wheel of progress had turned, and new methods of farming made it so even the flimsiest of farmers could pull a harvest, with no god's help. She was no longer needed, and so she left. She stowed away on the cart of a merchant named Lawrence who swiftly found her, and the two made a deal to travel together as long as was convienent as Holo made her trip back to her home and he sought his fortunes.
Their tale took many twists and winding turns, but eventually the two grew closer and closer. They were slow to admit it, but eventually they realized their dreams had changed on their journey, and both were given up instead to spend their lives together as lovers, and had a family.
Or at least, the merchant's life.
There was no miracle within the wolf's power to extend the merchant's human life. They were happy for many years, and even had children among them, but that happiness was doomed to have a timer from the start. When the time finally came, Holo was briefly despondent. The little children had grown into wolfish demigods and moved on themselves, save for occasional visits to their unaging mother and now passed father. Holo eventually decided that she wished to move on, and left the home that they had made to return to the north where she had come from in the beginning. Her family was found, and she greeted them, before she slipped into a long, deep slumber after so many years of being active.
Many years passed. Countries rose and fall and revolutions of war and technology came and went, but that ancient forest stayed untouch for many, many years. Then the Galra came. What they were searching for in those woods was uncertain, but whatever it was their search tore Holo from her slumber, and she was unsurprisingly unamused by these strange creature invading her family's holy ground. The wolves turned them back, and Holo volunteered herself to return to the world and see what had brought them here.
She found the war, and she decided to take part. Not often on the front lines, for while she was dangerous war had evolved to something terrifying in her absence, and not even she was was completely immune to death from the likes of it. But she was a goddess of wisdom as well as harvest, and she lent her thoughts when her fangs would not do.
Such was the experience that brought her to teaching at this school, where she was entrusted with teaching the students of the old ways and powers that could serve or harm them in the war to come.
And of economics, because even heroes had to make a living : |