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<b>OOC Name:</b> Kennon<br>
<b>Character Name:</B> Anaithnid (Naith for short)<br>
<b>Age:</b> 3 Years<br>
<b>Gender:</b> Male<br>
<b>Spirit Animal:</b> Pine Marten<br>
<b>Appearance:</b> Naith is a rather earthly looking wolf, though at the same time has the feeling of water about him. He is earthy in the fact that his fur almost looks like moss. There are gentle shades of brown and green within, all mixing together. Most of the fur is blue, though, making him seem more like water as well. In the end, it has a rather interesting consistency, where in one light it appears green, and in other light it looks blue. All in all, though, it is a rather pleasant mixture, one that allows him to blend in with the surrounding trees or with the water in rivers or lakes.<br>
Alongside his blue-green-brown fur, there is one other oddity to Naith due to the virus. He has elk antlers, sitting high and proud on his head. They act just as they do on elk; that is, they will grow back if lost. However, they do not fall off as they do on the elk, so unless he does something to break them, they will always be on his head. Sometimes, though, he will break them off with the desire to get new antlers; when this happens, they usually grow back very quickly, so he won't be without them for long. They are strong antlers, colored a golden brown tinted in green. They can be a lethal weapon or a useful tool, whichever the situation allows. They start at the top of his head, spreading to a point, and then they wrap around, behind his head, to stick out behind his ears.<br>
He is a wolf of average size, though because of his long legs he appears slightly taller. He is neither lanky nor stocky, but instead a pleasant in between. His features are well defined, with a narrow, pointed muzzle, pointed ears, and shadowy eyes. His left eye is a dull honey color, flecked with amber, while the right is simply black. In the wrong light, it appears that he has no eye there at all.<p>
<b>Personality:</b> Anaithnid is a very down-to-earth kind of wolf. He is neither outspoken nor shy, though he tends to keep his thoughts to himself. Self disciplined, he knows the importance of keeping your mouth shut and your thoughts in your mind, and he takes this very seriously. Quite a few times has he gotten in some sort of trouble because he said the wrong thing. Most of those times were in the past, though, and he quickly learned from those mistakes. Now he generally just listens, giving his input when it's needed.<br>
His one guilty pleasure is a good conversation with someone. Naith greatly enjoys talking to someone who knows what they speak of, and is able to hold a lengthly and intelligent conversation on that subject. He is, as far as things go, quite intelligent, though he will never boast to be smarter than others.<br>
Though generally quiet, when he gets excited, it shows. When doing something that interests him, he sometimes seems to transform into a different wolf; he becomes very lively, sometimes a bit talkative, almost puppish in a way. However, not pup-like in a bad sense that he's immature; more in the sense that he is interested in everything around him, no matter how minor the thing.<br>
He is a proud wolf, even though he will not show it. He believes strongly in the oldest beliefs, which is why his spirit animal, a pine marten, seems to be so... healthy, for lack of a better word. Naith is proud that his fur somehow resembles moss in some light, water in others.<p>
<b>History:</b> Naith's history isn't really one to get excited about. It's nothing special really. He was born in a litter of four, all of them males. This, of course, kept his parents busy, for all of them had shown promise of being a big, strong wolf. Naith was the oldest, though, but he seemed to be the smallest, oddly enough. This sometimes worried his mother and father, though eventually they decided that he was just small in size, not in health. The four pups flourished, growing quickly.<br>
They all knew from a small age that they would be inheriting things from the virus. Their parents both had, and they were already showing signs of it. Naith's fur was it's interesting combination of blue, green, and brown. The next oldest's fur was straigth white, though, along his back, he had stripes of a soft green. The next pup looked almost normal, except for the fact that he had blue ears and toes. The youngest was probably the most unique, with a wild range of shades of red in his fur. Out of them all, though, Naith was the only to have something other than a fur color. He had antlers.<br>
His parents were thrilled when he started to grow the furry lumps on his head. It was uncommon for wolves to get horns or antlers, though not unheard of, of course. His brothers were jealous, as pups will be, but they soon got over it. They grew and grew, and soon were adults... well, young adults, but grown nonetheless.<br>
The youngest son was the first to leave. He became irritated with pack life, and so, restless, he left. Soon after, the two middle pups left as well, though they went together instead of their own separate ways. In the end, it was just Naith and his parents left. Though it hurt him to do it, he left them as well, feeling that there were more exciting things out there.<br>
He traveled, and as he did so, his antlers grew. He soon discovered, after an accident, that his antlers broke, though luckily they grew back. He was rubbing the antlers against a tree when a noise startled him. He looked up, and his antlers became entangled in a branch. For about three hours, he was stuck in the tree, until finally one of the antlers snapped, and he was able to pull free. For days he sulked at his broken antler, until he noticed that it was growing back.<br>
He never really found a place to stay, though he entertained himself by chasing deer, antlers down, trying to get one to fight him. Eventually he matured, though, and became more calm, more thoughtful. He ran into a few packs on his way, though the first few chased him away became he made rather stupid remarks to the beta or alpha. He quickly learned, though, and was soon avoiding packs or being very quiet when he met up with them.<p>
<i>Sorry his history's so lame :/ I've never been good at them</i>
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