Never An Absolution - Character Biographies
Ceredwyn was the only child of Lord Argent and Katerina; who was the village Healer. Ceredwyn is young, being only nineteen winters, when the evil descended upon her home, destroying both friend and family alike, and forever traumatizing the young Doe.
Ceredwyn wears long forest green robes, with a deep hood. She is descended from Mule Deer blood, and these features are strongly apparent in her appearance, as she stands only 5'6" and has deep brown eyes, that are shy and sad in their appearance. Her ears are 14" long and unadorned, folded back against the back of her neck - often bound with a narrow band of mithril metal. Her eyes are half lidded, giving her an almost sleepy and dull-witted appearance, but this is not the case, as she is quite awake, and very intelligent. Ceredwyn wears a single piece of jewelry, other than her ear band, and that is an almost concealed crystal headpiece, that is made of six small clear quartz crystals, attached to a ornately crafted chain - with a larger, teardrop shaped crystal in the middle, that hangs down between her eyes.
Ceredwyn's fur coloration is a gentle woodland brown with grey flecks and a dappled grey color on his hips. Just under her muzzle, the fur down her throat, belly and inner thighs is a soft greyish/white. Her tail is slender and has a greyish/white underside, and a creamy white with silver flecking topside. A narrow black 'blaze' runs down her forehead, and ends at her delicate black nose. This 'blaze' is barely a fingertip wide, and is almost diamond shaped. Ceredwyn wears her hair long, and clasped with a hair clasp made of mithril metal, much like the band she uses to keep her ears pinned back, and her hair is worn in a ponytail, that runs midway down her back.
When nervous or upset - she often twirls her ponytail in a paw - or even nibbles on the end of the ponytail. She is a naturally shy creature, but is easy to get along with and friendly. Lord Argent and the others schooled her well, and Ceredwyn was given the task of caring for and educating the human and anthro children, a task she felt strongly she was well suited for.
- Lord Argent -
Lord Argent's past is mostly unrecorded, as he never really knew his parents, only the old, tired human Knight, who found him weak, bleeding and near death. Feeling pity for the wretched creature, the Knight took him in, and Lord Argent become the Knights Squire. Fifteen winters later, Lord Argent woke to find his mentor dead, having passed peacefully in his sleep the night before. Heartbroken, the young Knight buried his mentor with honors, and took up his own sword and chain mail armour, and left to find his path in this turbulent world. Over the next twenty years, Lord Argent had many battles, losses and triumphs, but his greatest enduring pleasure, was finding a herd of peaceful creatures much like himself. He was accepted by these peaceful creatures warily; but his sword and armour made them fearful. He put aside his knightly training and become a worthy addition to their commune. Two years later, he was democratically elected their leader, and he held this position ever since.
Lord Argent is an impressive male Mule Deer anthro buck, standing nearly seven feet tall, his tall, elegant rack of antlers topping his height at just under ten feet. He wears simple clothes, consisting of leather pants, a plain green died linen shirt, with his cloven hooves uncovered and polished well. Over his shirt and leggings, he wears a ornate surcoat that is unadorned with emblems and a wide leather girdle encircles his waist, from which he has hung his well kept broad sword in its ornately engraved scabbard.
His fur was a deep brown with black flecks down his back and legs, and a light creamy white from the underside of the throat, down his muscular chest, belly and groin, blending back in to his brown leg fur. Now, his once proud and noble head is bowed from years of back-breaking labor and the efforts he has endured and conquered in protecting his people - and grey fur lines his cheeks - betraying his fifty-two winters of age. He is the father of some of the Fawn offspring in the village, but not all, as he lets his people choose their own mates. His proudest moment, was when Katerina gave birth to Ceredwyn - as it was widely feared that Katerina would never bear young, as her previous five Fawns died whilst still in her womb, and this shattered both Katerina and Lord Argent.
- Katerina -
Katerina is the mother of Ceredwyn, and was born to noble born parents, in a distant human city. When Katerina's mother perished during the childbirth, and her father was horrified to see what his wife had borne within her, he later took his own life. Katerina, was adopted by a traveling Priestess of nature, who raised the young, sickly anthro Doe as her own child, but kept Katerina well hidden as it was well known the human's hate of these creatures, whose births were becoming strangely more common. This Priestess taught Katerina to read and write, and raised her with a strongly ingrained sense of justice, but tempered with compassion. When she was of age, the Priestess gave Katerina her freedom, and her best wishes, and they parted - never to meet again.
Katerina stands nearly six feet tall, her fur colors being a silvery/grey down her neck, back and legs, offset by the pure white fur from the underside of her throat, down her belly, groin and inner thighs. Her ears are long and expressionate, being adorned with black ear tips. Her human hair color was once a soft raven black, but now, a large grey blaze runs through it, and every winter, the grey blaze grows.
When the young aspiring Priestess found the enclave of like minded creatures, and humans who had learned to live and love with these strange animal/human hybrids, she was eagerly accepted for her healing skills. Katerina found them to be friendly and open, often coming to her as a patient, or just for a cup of her delicious wormwood, chamomile and honey tea - and an ear to listen to their problems or thoughts. When Katerina was forty-two winters old, after many previous miscarriages, she gave birth to Ceredwyn, and even though it was a difficult and painful pregnancy and even worse birthing, Katerina wouldn't have given anything, to have changed it, as she loves her mate, Lord Argent, and even though he and her, to a lesser extent, were saddened that she did not bear him a son, they both love Ceredwyn with all their large hearts.
Katerina has passed her breeding age, and Ceredwyn was the last chance that she and Lord Argent would have, in bearing an offspring. Now, tired, aging and growing weak from a life of hardship and struggle, Katerina still tends to the ills and needs of her people, but is relying more and more on Ceredwyn for many of the previously easier tasks.
- Lord Dorsnek -
Lord Dorsnek was once a human Knight, who served with honor and valor under King Dalnarian for many years, starting as a squire to another, more experienced Knight, and when he turned twenty six, earned his Knighthood. it was during a heatedly battle against a large pack of Werewolves, that showed a remarkable intelligence for, as the King called them 'mere beasts' that Lord Galen, as he was called back then - slew the leader of the Werewolf pack, and took from its corpse a magical blade. It was this blade - that proved to be the young Knight's doom - as they done all they could to research its past history, but turned up little. Lord Galen used the sword in practice, and it greatly improved his senses and prowess...but its curse did not shine through, until the deciding moment in heated battle...when it revealed its evil nature. In one swift stroke - it forever destroyed Lord Galen's spirit, and the spirit of the evil Werewolf whose spirit had been imprisoned within the sword, was too much for Lord Galen to fight - and he succumb within seconds. Where a brave, valiant and noble knight fought alongside his brothers - they now found themselves facing an all but indestructible creature of unrivaled hate and rage. That day, Lord Dorsnek took his place - and within weeks, had overthrown and slain the former King, and assumed the Kingdom for himself. Using deception, cruelty and an incredibly violent manner, Lord Dorsnek enforced his will over the castle's inhabitants, turning many in to Werewolves...and those who failed to succumb, were sacrificed in honor to his new dark god.
Lord Dorsnek stands nearly seven feet tall, and is exceptionally large for a Werewolf, as the power of the blade lends him has greatly enhanced all his senses, as well as improving what was an impressive physique. His fur is almost black, with silver flecking to its tips, and when he is enraged, his eyes burn with a blood red intensity. He is a master strategist, relentless hunter and irrevocably evil in nature. It is widely rumored that he is immortal - but this may be mere tales to further frighten those he goes against. What is known, is that he must find a creature to bear him a child - as part of the deal he struck with the dark god, is that he bear a child...who shall be the one to herald the ending of the world, and the beginning of the reign of the 'Forgotten'....