Profile of Anwyn

If not for the color of his pelt, he would have been cast aside like his brother. Born with a pelt as dark as the night sky, there is not a drop of light to the wolf. With skin just as dark as his fur, the black seems to swallow up any light that shines down upon him, as if his body rejected it presence. Even his eyes are black pits that could swallow you whole. Thankfully his melanistic appearance makes him stand out because his stature is rather lackluster. As an adult, he stands at an unimpressive 32 inches and his weight is healthy though trim. He is fit, carved with long and lean muscle. Though the darkness of his features can be unnerving to some, he is still a handsome wolf. It would not be above him to utilize his good looks to achieve his goal, particularly in the when it comes from the will of the gods.

During the winter of 1710, Anwyn found a kitten with fur as white as snow and eyes a pale blue. The kitten follows him everywhere.

From birth, he was treated just a bit differently. He wasn’t revered like his sister, but he wasn’t spurned like his brother. Forever stuck in the middle. He lived and breathed by the fact that he was less than his sister, than women, but his brother was even lesser. In his youth, this would confuse him and cause him to hold insecurities about his importance, his purpose, when he questioned why he was better than his brother, but not his sister. Partnered with his mothers proclamation that he is a blessing, a cù-sìth, he struggled to know his place. His mother would instill a deep faith in him though and he would spend hours looking to the stars, seeking their guidance. It is here that he found solace and the strength to blossom. Especially after her sudden departure.

Taught strict traditions and rituals from the beginning, he holds an unwavering faith thus allowing him to commit acts in the name of the gods without remorse. He looks to the stars for guidances and amongst the darkness, he finds their will. Deeply connected to the world around him, he is hyperaware, making him difficult to sneak up and even more difficult to lie to. He spends so much time taking in his the world around him, he notices even the smallest of details. Herbs are not only a part of rituals, but also they also provided medicinal purposes, pleasurable and not.

As a man, Anwyn is quiet and observant. He is often that dark, looming presence in the back of the crowd, the one that always seems to have a carefully kept distance surrounding him. His black eyes are often cool, regarding everyone with a faint curiosity and an eery knowing. But when he speaks, there is a warmth to his voice, a baritone that commands your attention. He is a man who knows his place in the world and is at peace with it. Intelligent to a fault, he often struggles with humor but still is remarkably articulate.

Because he is a cù-sìth, there is an air of self importance about him, an infallible confidence. Content with his place in the world, he is all to happy to bend the knee to the women of his clan, though he does not the bestow such a gift on those he does not consider worthy. The women in his life are his everything and he would give his life for theirs. But while he offers his submission wholly and freely to those within his clan, he is no ones punching bag, he has his sister mostly to thank for that. His mothers own self assuredness was instilled in him and it keeps his shoulders square and his head tall. As an oracle, there is an importance to him, he interprets the gods wills, even if he is just a male. He does not take his position nor does he allow others to do so.

Born in the summer of 1710, Anwyn is the second born. He is born along side his older sister Larkspur and his younger brother Sumac. It is a time of war.