Halfkin Hunter Player: Fey McKercher Last Updated: December 06, 2004 Update CIS

Attributes

Current Name: Halfkin [1316-1773]
Preserver Name: Growlsmuch Highthing

Soul Name: Grehn

Known By:
Bitter Root (mother, deceased)
Freshtwig (father, deceased)
Dawnmist (Recognized mate, alive)
Wolfstrider (friend, alive)

Sex: Male
Age: 457
Hunt Blooded: Yes

Eyes:
Narrow, slanted, bright amber in colour.

Hair:
Dark brown, almost black in colour with white streaks just above ears from the temples. Shaggy and unkempt, it is slowly starting to touch his shoulders.

Facial Features:
Long face with square jaw and large, wolf-like nose, thin lips with sharply pointed teeth. Sideburns have grown long down the sides of his cheeks to chin as his face fur has begun to grow in. Reddish scar down right arm and torn left ear just above earlobe.

Height: 4'4" (132 cm)
Skin: Heavily tanned.
Build: Short and stocky.

Magic:
Sending (below average)
Magic Feeling (below average)
Wolf Bonding (strong)

Clothes:
Dark green leather vest with black fur backing and black leather breeches; black fur boots. Medium green armband that ties around left bicep, with a blue and white braid of leather strips across the middle of the armband.

Colours Worn: Dark greens, black and gold accents. Taking a shine to dark blue.
Jewellery: Leather arm band.

Heritage Skills Acrobatics Climbing Direction Sense Diving Fishing: General Hiding Hunting: General Howling Gathering: Basic Lore: Fauna Lore: Flora Running Self-Defence Steath Swimming Throwing Ride: Wolf	Personal Skills Mimickery: Animal/Bird Calls ** Scouting ** Tracking ** Crafting: Carving * Combat * Cub Sitting * Fishing: Spear * Trapping *	Weapon Skills Javelin ** Knife *
** = Primary skill * = Secondary skill

Relationships

Family:
Bitter Root (mother, deceased)
Freshtwig (father, deceased)
Fading Star (half-sister, deceased)
Beechnut (daughter, alive)

Mates:
Snowbird (lovemate, deceased) [1446-1758]
Dawnmist (Recognized mate, alive) [1750-1750]

Friends:
Dirk, Wolfstrider, Slingstone, Surefire, Lonewolf, Harmony, Lionheart.

Role Play

Personality:
More wolf than elf, Halfkin often prefers the company of the wolf pack over that of many of his "yipping" tribe mates. Among the elves he has the keenest nose, but it is his wolf-like characteristics that lend reason to his namesake. However, he is never one to abandon the tribe. Gruff and stubborn like an old grizzled wolf, Halfkin has clashed heads with his chieftess in the past, slowly giving way to things not of the Way.
The recent deaths of the wolf-pack due to sickness have given him a very bad set of memories. Memories tied in with the scent of willowbark tea, which was stuffed down his own throat to help prevent further shared sickness with the Pack. He didn’t like the medicine before but now the very smell of it causes him to gag. And while the cause may fade from memory it will continue affecting him. The same for the scents of new birth waters (see history) and elven death.

Treasures:
His place in the wolf pack, a carving of Snowbird, his scars. His long neglected tree den is full of carvings from over the years, impressions of family and friends now long gone. However, while precious it is rarely recalled until Halfkin puts another odd carving with them.

History:
Although Halfkin doesn't truly remember it, when he was somewhere in his first 100 turns of age, his mother, Bitter Root, Recognized again, although not with his father. Unfortunately, she fell ill during the pregnancy and although the cub survived the illness, it did not live past its first dance of moons and Halfkin lost a sister before he knew it. He no longer remembers the she-cub but the scent of new birth waters and the stillness of death is sharp in his wolf-like mind. While he was present at his Recognized cub's birth he was queasy and left soon after she came into the world.

His life has been something of a blur of scents and the heated call of the Wolfsong, the bloodsong, pounding like his heart, steady and strong. He took to the wolves at a very young age, somewhere along the lines of his long life acquiring two wolf-friends although the entire pack calls him brother. Now he more often dens with the wolves than with the elves. His closest friends are those of the Hunt, especially Snowspear and Dirk. When not with the wolf pack, he feels most comfortable when out hunting.

The closest to his heart was Snowbird, who by wolf standards was his lifemate. She was the only one he joined with in many seasons. He occasionally worried that she might find out from the wolves, but he doesn't dwell on it. Snowbird was as shy as Flashfur around groups when it came to her own heart. Otherwise he would have freely given his soul name to her. He contented himself to being her closest friend and now lives with his only true regret of never having told her who he was.

The reddish/purplish scar on his right forearm came from a hunting accident when a pain enraged stag rushed him, goring his arm before he could dive out of the way. The clip taken out of his left ear occurred when he foolishly got in the way of a dominance fight among the wolves. His foolishness resulted in one of the challenging wolves lunging at him and tearing a piece of his ear just above the earlobe. Despite frequent nagging from Purehaven, Halfkin has refused to have the scars healed.

Survivor moved into the wolf dens with him turns ago because he couldn't stand his empty den. It annoyed Halfkin that his friend continued sulking about his dead family, even to the extent of deep depression when Dirk and Surfire announced their Recognition. While some tribe mates have tried cheering the mourning elf, nothing has worked. Not even the amusing game Mystic played with Survivor one rainy night. So to help his friend and to not go crazy about the dark mood, Halfkin held a priviate dreamberry howl. In the end he simply gave Survivor a family by giving him his soul name before the dreamberries caught up with him, falling asleep.

The death of Snowbird by drowning hit him hard. She had been such a big part of his life that he frankly had no idea how to adjust. He no longer has his childhood mentor, sitter, lovemate, playmate and lifemate by wolf standards. With his soul brother and den mate for company and Dirk, who needed to solo hunt with her cub, Halfkin mourned without falling into depression. It also eased his friend Surefire's mind a bit by keeping Dirk company on those hunts. Soon enough both he and Dirk started doing different things and Halfkin spent more time with the Hunt again.

Currently: It wasn't hard to see something troubling the wolf-talker when the tribe found a badly battered Survivor. The worried tension remained when his den mate changed his name back to Wolfstrider and moved into his new tree den. Strangely enough, Halfkin seems to have found a friend in young Lionheart shortly before one of his beloved wolf bonds died.

Recognition between his friend Lonewolf and the Chieftess was as welcome as all possible births are. Knowing it is a wonderful addition to the tribe. All in all he is managing the changes with tears, acceptance and a little more casual physical contact among elf and wolf friends.

Recognition between his friend Lonewolf and the Chieftess was as welcome as all possible births are. Knowing it is a wonderful addition to the tribe. All in all he is managing the changes with tears, acceptance and a little more casual physical contact among elf and wolf friends.
Currently: The birth of Glow, Chieftess’ daughter, was something wonderful after the earlier Pack sickness. Halfkin is back to his old self. He is playing with the younger wolves, perhaps thinking to bond to one, and building a new friendship with Lionheart.

Wolf-Friend

Name: Flashfur Sex: Female Age: 28 Rank: Mid/Low

Markings:
Flashfur has yellowish fur near her legs that gradually becomes a darker bronze to brown higher up on her pelt. Light yellow eyes.

Personality:
Flashfur is very playful and always alert and ready to bolt. She's still wary of more then a handful of elves dashing around her, but she doesn't mind larger groups when hunting or when there's not a lot of activity around her. Older age and loss of her constant playmate, Preystinger, has made her more subdued in energy, but remaining playful and alert.