Anterra The Wanderer
Basic Information
Race: Kelvic(Rock Fox)
Birthday & Age : 509 AV, 15th of Fall, 2
Gender: Male
Languages: Common: Fluent
Nari: Basic
Appearance :
Anterra appears around 5 foot tall in human state, with a set of dark blue eyes. His hair is a stark white, the same color of his Fox fur. His carries a lean frame, like that of his animal state.
In fox form, he is a lot smaller, standing at 25 inches long, with a tail that is 10 inches long. His fur is a stark, snow white, pure from his nose to the tip of his tail. His eyes darken a shade, turning a near black. He is an Albino Fox, no carrying the true color of the Grey Fox
In fox form, he is a lot smaller, standing at 25 inches long, with a tail that is 10 inches long. His fur is a stark, snow white, pure from his nose to the tip of his tail. His eyes darken a shade, turning a near black. He is an Albino Fox, no carrying the true color of the Grey Fox
Character Concepts :
Personality: Sly, Cunning, and playful, Anterra is a prankster. He is often making jokes, and barbs at those around him, but still, when it comes down to it, he is one of the hardest works around.
Likes: Nij, His Den
Dislikes: Any Two legger who threatens Nij
Goals: To live with his master
Likes: Nij, His Den
Dislikes: Any Two legger who threatens Nij
Goals: To live with his master
Character History :
Anterra was born to a kelvic mother and father, nearly two years ago. He left his home quick, having discovered his fox shape after only a year, travelling among the trees around wind reach, his white fur often causing hunters to seek him out. Yet all they found was a human in his place, staring at them with annoyance. During those years, traveling through the Unforgiving, and around his home in Wind Reach, he was quite The Wanderer. He never stayed in a den more then two nights in a row, before moving on to find another one, settling down into a permanent one during the winter of 511.
It was during the next year, when a passing witch caught his eye. Her name was Nij, that he settled down with a partner, a companion. He stilled lived within his Den in the outer edges of Wind Reach, keeping to himself and only traveling into the city proper to ply his skills as a hunter and botanist.
It was during the next year, when a passing witch caught his eye. Her name was Nij, that he settled down with a partner, a companion. He stilled lived within his Den in the outer edges of Wind Reach, keeping to himself and only traveling into the city proper to ply his skills as a hunter and botanist.
Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore :
| Skill Name | Starting Exp | Awarded Exp | Total | |
| Hunting | 10 | 0 | 10 | |
| Unarmed Combat | 10 | 0 | 10 | |
| Botany | 10 | 0 | 10 | |
| Wilderness Survival | 10 | 0 | 10 | |
| Climbing | 10 | 1 | 11 | |
| Mountainteering | 10 | 0 | 10 | |
| Rhetoric | 0 | 3 | 3 |
Gnosis: 1 Mark of StormWarden
Lore: Religion: Caiyha, Religion: Zulrav, Phylonurists: Trustworthy Individuals ; My Name is Anterra ; Bonded to Nijin Plover
StormWarden :
15th of Summer, 510 AV
The wind swept down and around the cliffs of Wind Reach, displacing the small fox's fur as he watched the sky. The creature had taken a path up the goats trail to this point, only to sit in a cervice only he could fit. His snow white fur laid against his back as the little fox noticed the shifting storm over head. His eyes would twitch with the first few raindrops, but even as the sprinkle turned to a shower, the little fox did not move. He simply called out to the storm, enjoy the rain, enjoy the storm. One could almost say that he welcomed it, asking for more. High above, the storm would worsen, letting loose a strike of lightning that caused the fox to yip, jumping slightly. Still, the young creature did not back down, he barked at the storm, wanting more.
He reveled in the storm, as he stood up, stepping back down the path, the breeze seeming to guide his way, moving him along the path before him. He was slow in his descent, wary about where to step. He dropped down, scrambling along a look stone to get to the base of the trail. He moved along the route he knew, into the fauna, beneath the bush to his den in the base of the tree. Already he could tell it was a good day, the storm having lightened his mood. He moved past his den, towards the stream that normally rolled lazily along. Dipping his head, he would take a single sip before spinning around on a creature behind him. He was not prepared for what he saw, the twisting of storm clouds before him like those many miles above, reaching towards him, looking down at him. There was a sound, like thunder, of the presence chuckling.
"Well well Little Creature. What gives you such bravery to face a storm as this." The Voice stated, coming from no where, but everywhere at once. The voice was like that of rolling thunder, the touch a brush of the wind. It soothed Anterra somehow, aligning something within him.
Anterras response came slow as he stared up at the Creature, yipping, hoping only that the being would understand. "Storm. Brings peace. Feel Good. Connected to the storm.". The Fox yipped, watching the being, thinking to himself, what manner of creature this may be.
"Well. I see, then you are a little Wanderer aren't you?" The Presence stated, leaning down to look closer, "The Wanderer, a nice title for you I believe. Plans I have for you." The Creature smiled, the rolling thunder seeming to halt for an enternity. Finally the voice came again, "Look upon me, Wanderer, and know that I am Zulrav, The God of Storms." The Thunder Voice stated as Anterra felt a burn upon his shoulder, a stinging feeling. In the white fur, upon the his front right shoulder, now stood a swirling hurricane, the mark of a Stormwarden, with all the gifts and traits that came with it. The gentlest of breeze picked up sand around Anterra, obscuring his vision for a passing second. But when it fell, the presence calling itself Zulrav was gone, leaving behind the marked Anterra, a newly made Stormwarden.
Anterra blinked in surprise from the disappearance of the strange wind, before looking back at his shoulder. The strange marking seemed filled with magic, a power along his shoulder, even as Anterra felt the whispering of the wind, the breeze. He looked up into the sky, his eyes closing as he sniffed the storm, the winds were grateful to be free, whipping up in wild abandon. The storm would abate soon however, and the winds would once more settle back down, into a calm routine, as they always did.
The wind swept down and around the cliffs of Wind Reach, displacing the small fox's fur as he watched the sky. The creature had taken a path up the goats trail to this point, only to sit in a cervice only he could fit. His snow white fur laid against his back as the little fox noticed the shifting storm over head. His eyes would twitch with the first few raindrops, but even as the sprinkle turned to a shower, the little fox did not move. He simply called out to the storm, enjoy the rain, enjoy the storm. One could almost say that he welcomed it, asking for more. High above, the storm would worsen, letting loose a strike of lightning that caused the fox to yip, jumping slightly. Still, the young creature did not back down, he barked at the storm, wanting more.
He reveled in the storm, as he stood up, stepping back down the path, the breeze seeming to guide his way, moving him along the path before him. He was slow in his descent, wary about where to step. He dropped down, scrambling along a look stone to get to the base of the trail. He moved along the route he knew, into the fauna, beneath the bush to his den in the base of the tree. Already he could tell it was a good day, the storm having lightened his mood. He moved past his den, towards the stream that normally rolled lazily along. Dipping his head, he would take a single sip before spinning around on a creature behind him. He was not prepared for what he saw, the twisting of storm clouds before him like those many miles above, reaching towards him, looking down at him. There was a sound, like thunder, of the presence chuckling.
"Well well Little Creature. What gives you such bravery to face a storm as this." The Voice stated, coming from no where, but everywhere at once. The voice was like that of rolling thunder, the touch a brush of the wind. It soothed Anterra somehow, aligning something within him.
Anterras response came slow as he stared up at the Creature, yipping, hoping only that the being would understand. "Storm. Brings peace. Feel Good. Connected to the storm.". The Fox yipped, watching the being, thinking to himself, what manner of creature this may be.
"Well. I see, then you are a little Wanderer aren't you?" The Presence stated, leaning down to look closer, "The Wanderer, a nice title for you I believe. Plans I have for you." The Creature smiled, the rolling thunder seeming to halt for an enternity. Finally the voice came again, "Look upon me, Wanderer, and know that I am Zulrav, The God of Storms." The Thunder Voice stated as Anterra felt a burn upon his shoulder, a stinging feeling. In the white fur, upon the his front right shoulder, now stood a swirling hurricane, the mark of a Stormwarden, with all the gifts and traits that came with it. The gentlest of breeze picked up sand around Anterra, obscuring his vision for a passing second. But when it fell, the presence calling itself Zulrav was gone, leaving behind the marked Anterra, a newly made Stormwarden.
Anterra blinked in surprise from the disappearance of the strange wind, before looking back at his shoulder. The strange marking seemed filled with magic, a power along his shoulder, even as Anterra felt the whispering of the wind, the breeze. He looked up into the sky, his eyes closing as he sniffed the storm, the winds were grateful to be free, whipping up in wild abandon. The storm would abate soon however, and the winds would once more settle back down, into a calm routine, as they always did.
Equipment and Possessions :
1 Set of Clothing
1 Black Cloak
1 Black Tunic
1 Black Trousers
1 Pair of Riding Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
Soap, Razor, and Brush.
Dried Meat and Fruits.
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel
Heirloom: a black scarf
1 Black Cloak
1 Black Tunic
1 Black Trousers
1 Pair of Riding Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
Soap, Razor, and Brush.
Dried Meat and Fruits.
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel
Heirloom: a black scarf
Ledger :
100 GM
+500 GM
Total 600GM
+500 GM
Total 600GM
thread list :
Fox Abilities :
Improved hearing and smelling.
Slight improvement in Night Sight.
Slight improvement in Night Sight.
