Griselda Greywood
Griselda Lenora Ulfsson, Greywood (a.k.a. Zelda)
Griselda "Zelda" Greywood's life is a story of resilience forged in the fires of adversity. Born into hardship, Zelda's early years were marked by the loss of her mother and the cruel abuses of a step-father, whose violent tendencies unlocked the latent werewolf within her. This traumatic awakening, which resulted in her father's death, might have led her down a path of destruction if not for the intervention of Randulfr Ulfsson. The Alpha werewolf recognized the pain and fury in Zelda, seeing beyond the chaos to the potential strength and loyalty she could bring to his pack.
Under Randulfr's guidance, Zelda found not just a protector but a new family. She grew up alongside Randulfr's children, the Ulfsson twins, Fallon and Arick, who became her brothers in all but blood. Together, they navigated the complexities of pack life, with Zelda carving out her place as a fierce and dedicated member of the pack. Her relationship with the twins, built on mutual respect and shared experiences, helped shape her into the formidable werewolf she is today.
Zelda's journey from a troubled youth to a high ranking member of the Ulfsson pack is a testament to her indomitable spirit. Her loyalty to Randulfr and the pack is unwavering, her leadership skills honed through years of training and battle. Yet, it's her capacity for empathy, likely a remnant of her own painful past, that truly sets her apart. She serves not just as a warrior but as a guardian and mentor within the pack, particularly to those who, like her, have faced great adversity.
Despite her tough exterior, Zelda remains deeply affected by her past traumas, battling PTSD while striving to maintain her strength and leadership. Her ambitions extend beyond personal glory; she dreams of creating a sanctuary for werewolves in need, a reflection of her own journey towards healing and acceptance. Zelda's story is one of transformation, embodying the essence of the werewolf: fierce, loyal, and forever changed by the moon's call.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Zelda is in peak physical condition, though her strength lies in speed, agility, and endurance rather than raw power. Her petite frame is wiry and honed—built for pursuit, precision, and survival rather than brute force. Years of training, patrol, and combat have left her scarred but unbroken. She has high stamina, exceptional reflexes, and maintains strict personal discipline to keep her body ready for any threat. Despite her smaller size, she can take a hit and recover fast, thanks to both conditioning and werewolf regeneration.
Transformed
Zelda's wolf form is lean, lithe, and unmistakably dangerous. The smallest adult werewolf in the Frostburg Pack, she lacks the brute size of her kin, but none of the ferocity. While most werewolves thunder through the forest, Zelda glides—controlled, quiet, and efficient. Her fur is a pale ash-gray, streaked with cooler silver tones along her spine and darker shading around her muzzle, ears, and forelimbs. Her ears are long and sharply pointed, often tilted back in focus or warning.Identifying Characteristics
Zelda is instantly recognizable by her steel-blue eyes—cold, calculating, and rarely caught off guard—and her dyed lilac hair, kept short or tied back for function. The color is a deliberate choice, not her natural shade, and she keeps it meticulously maintained as both armor and ritual. It's the one part of her appearance she controls entirely, a quiet act of defiance against the chaos of her past.
Her body bears the history of survival: scar tissue on her forearms, a claw mark raking across her right shoulder, and an old bite scar at her ribs—testaments to years spent fighting for her place.
She bears numerous tattoos, each one earned, not chosen lightly. For Zelda, ink is a language of survival—symbols of pain overcome, loyalty declared, and milestones marked in skin. They aren’t decorative; they’re armor, history, and identity. Combined with the scars she carries from battle and past trauma, her body tells a story of endurance few can match.
Mental characteristics
Mental Trauma
Zelda carries the deep, lasting weight of Complex PTSD, rooted in sustained childhood abuse and the catastrophic violence of her first transformation. Her trauma is layered—beginning with neglect and cruelty at the hands of her adoptive father, compounded by the death of her mother, and culminating in a bloody awakening that left bodies behind and her sense of self shattered.
She experiences recurring nightmares, intrusive memories, hypervigilance, and periods of emotional numbness. Crowded or confined spaces, the smell of blood, or sudden aggression—especially male voices raised in anger—can trigger flashbacks or panic responses. Her instinct is to retreat emotionally or respond with aggression, making it difficult to be vulnerable, even with those she trusts.
Zelda's trauma also manifests as survivor’s guilt, particularly from the lives taken during her uncontrolled shift. Though she was just a child acting in self-defense, she carries the weight of their deaths as if they were sins. Her rigid discipline, nightly security habits, and emotional walls are not just personality traits—they’re her armor against a past that still claws at her when the world goes quiet.
Social
Speech
Zelda speaks in a low, measured tone—firm but not aggressive, always controlled. Her voice carries weight even when she’s quiet, and she rarely raises it unless absolutely necessary. There's a cool edge to her tone when she's angry, but it's rarely explosive. She's more cut-glass than wildfire.
Her pitch is moderately low for a woman, almost androgynous at times. There’s a slight rasp when she’s tired or irritated, a vocal reminder of long nights, old wounds, and too much time spent holding things in.
Zelda speaks with a Northrim lilt—clipped consonants, drawn-out vowels. It’s not refined, but it's deliberate, shaped by time in the northern wilds. She rarely uses contractions when serious, and her speech is practical, with little room for embellishment.
I stayed because he didn’t flinch when he saw what I was. He didn’t try to fix me or fear me—he just made space for me... That was the first time I felt like I wasn’t just surviving... I was home.
Species
Age
Appears mid 20s
Children
Pronouns
She/Her
Sex
Female
Eyes
Steel blue, intense and watchful
Hair
short silver-blonde, often tousled or tied back for practicality. Colored frequently, usually a pale lilac or lavender.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair with a few visible scars from past battles
Height
5'1"
Weight
112 lbs — lean, wiry muscle built for speed
Quotes & Catchphrases
"You think you’re grown? Fine. But if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll put you on your back so fast you’ll forget which gods you answer to—because around here, you answer to me."
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