Ashe -- female

Age: Five
Gender: Female
Breed: Arctic
Pack: Earth
Rank: Guardian

Personality: Ashe is a fickle creature to describe, but a simple being to understand. Her personality revolves around this inherent idea that everyone has a role in this world, and the duty to play their part. Loyal and honorable to a fault, Ashe is a follower. Diligent, when charged with a task she does not fail, and will persist until the mission is completed. Of course, her respect is not won easily, so her abilities are often left untouched. Ashe rarely speaks, and instead communicates with simplistic body language. Her dark eyes have an unrivaled vocabulary, that often renders others speachless. Apathetic to most things, she lives her life only to avoid death, and to welcome it when it finally comes. Ashe lacks the drive many other wolves possess, and breathes only to take in air. In truth, the female is capable of feeling, but the ability is hidden deep within her, and very unlikely to show itself before her time ends here. Ashe has never developed feelings of any sort for anyone, not even pups who have attempted to gain her attention in the past. Not easily angered, the she-wolf finds it easy to keep logic about her in testing situations. Ashe prefers silence to noise, and solitude to company.
Likes: Peace. Silence. Introspection.
Dislikes: Loudness. Unwarranted Battle. Restriction.
Fears: Captivity -- in more than just the physical realm.
Dreams Of: Release. She grows tired of her physical shell.

Body Type: The female has a pretty appearance, as she is medium size -- lithe but not tiny -- with soft features that accentuate the femininity that she lacks in personality.
Fur Color: True to her name, Ashe is a comfortable mix of white and gray furs. The hue is brighter in some places, but typically ranges into the grays.Numerous different scars mark her body. However, they are petite and are rarely noticed due to the already light color of her fur. Not dealt to her by way of fights she would have preferred to take part in, but apart of her nonetheless. One particular scar, though, strikes her chest diagonally, forever displaying a story she'd rather not tell.
Eye Color: Unlike most light colored wolves who normally keep their bright eyes, this female has very dark brown iris's. With orbs that are almost black in shade, she some how manages to relay her words through them.
Family:
{Mother|Lilah|Deceased}
{Father|Phyq|Alive}
{Brother|Fell|Deceased}
History: he's history is no doubt interesting, though to her she'd never see it in that light. Her mother's litter was small, producing only four pups -- one stillborn, and the other becoming ill shortly thereafter. With only Ashe and her brother, Fell, her parents were always tentative to their needs. This marked the beginning of a happy pup-hood, though this would be short-lived. Having always had a submissive personality, Ashe was always the opposite of her sibling. Fell was energetic, hot-tempered and stubborn. Though only older than Ashe by moments, Fell took the lead at a young age as older brother and so dominant. Never in a mean manner to his sister, who followed him about like the loyal wolf she was. Some time on the month of her third year, something changed in Fell. He became quiet, dark, power-driven -- and perhaps insane. Months later, when Ashe slept quietly on a rock she had claimed on her first visit out of the den, her murder was attempted. Fell, who planned on taking over the pack, would proceed to try and kill his sister. Why is still a mystery, as Ashe never had threatened his right to lead. Luckily for the smaller female, sleep never had come easy to her, and the lightness of it alerted her to the presence of her brother. As he attacked, she was able to dodge and save her throat from his jaws. Dazed and confused, Ashe fought her brother to the best of her ability, receiving the scar on her chest. Her skills matched his in superiority to the rest of the pack, but their battle lasted moments. His rage overtaking him, Fell made the mistake of lunging too soon, and thus ended his life at the jaws of his sister -- Ashe. Even though his death was well warranted, Ashe never did shake the idea that she had killed him. With guilt ridden shoulders, the female left her pack, who had been a compilation of rogue wolves -- never really searching for anything, but traveling for it anyway. Now, she lingers with those of the Earth pack, whom she sees as only necessary companions for basic survival.