Post by Cirdan on Oct 4, 2018 13:12:44 GMT -6
Years RPing: [x files theme plays]
Slot Used: Isles wolf slot earned from donating to the site (Uru can vouch for me on this right? RIGHT??)
How You Found Us: bold of you to assume i haven't always been here
Birthday: November 15th, 2014
Species: Isles Wolf
Height: 39 inches
Weight: 155 pounds
Coat Color: Cream Point
Eye Color: Diluted orange
Health Issues: n/a
Other Information: n/a
Mental Stability: Sane
He was still young, when the war started.
Cirdan honestly can't remember much of his early life, if one were to ask him about it- not because he was neglected by his family by any means, or because he deemed his puphood to be forgettable, but because it was simply uneventful and rather placid in comparison to what other families went through during the time of the first faction war. His parents were not torn away from him in the fight, and he never had to put an effort into earning their love- although his father, being a wolf who was actively fighting against Foeir, was a bit more distant than his mother, who was a healer of sorts for the faction and thus was not placed on the front lines. She did her best to teach Cirdan and his siblings about what had transpired to make conditions this way upon the Isles, why they were fighting, and that the war was a dangerous thing and they should not involve themselves in it until they were fully prepared to do so (as well as other lessons that a young pup needed to learn, such as where to find food, how to defend themselves, and how to find shelter), and unlike his siblings Cirdan was quick to take it to heart, seeing firsthand how much of a toll the faction war could take on wolves by the new scars his father would carry when he came back to the dens some evenings, how exhausted he would seem from fighting a pointless battle all about who should rightfully be in charge of a few scattered pieces of land. To his mother, at least, they were all the same deep down. Regardless of lineage, they all bled the same color, and despite his young age Cirdan was inclined to agree.
He would never get involved in the war, he promised himself, even as he grew old enough to form his own opinions on the combat between the factions, even as he reached the age where he could have easily started training to become a warrior. There would be too much he would be putting at stake, too much that wasn't worth throwing himself into bloody combat. Cirdan would be content with an easy life being a hunter or a healer for Siniath, having already begun rudimentary training on herbs and their properties courtesy of his mother, and that was that. Besides, the war never decided to hit close to home, and even when he drew close to his third birthday and strange wolves arrived from some distant lands across the ocean, he did not feel threatened. The war was at a stalemate- an uneasy one, but a stalemate, nonetheless- and surely things would work out for the better. The "Anikira" wolves would return to their homeland one way or another, without causing any kind of trouble, the war would end, and the factions would be at peace once more. Cirdan couldn't bring himself to care about the combat, or about the outsiders upon their lands- and why should he have? Everything in his life had worked out for the better thus far, and up to that point he had had no reason to believe that it would do otherwise.
He had no idea how wrong he was about to be proven.
News soon came, and it was not to be good. Not only had Eroan, Harbringer of the Foeir faction, decided to start the war up again over the disappearance of his daughter, but the Anikiran wolves had the potential to be placed in the cross-hairs because of it- and what was more, now the faction needed every able-bodied wolf they could get to be a part of the new conflict, regardless of whether they had been trained as a soldier or not. Cirdan found himself as the first pick, being as he was physically fit and already the son of an accomplished warrior within Siniath, and despite his protestations that he was only a simple healer, that he didn't want to be placed on the front lines (and potentially have to fight the wolves of Anikira that were late in getting off the island), and that the war shouldn't have been such a big deal in the first place, he was ignored, for he was young and inexperienced and did not have the dealings with war that the other males of the faction did.
Under increased pressure to be something that he was clearly not- and had absolutely no desire to be- and not knowing what other option he could possibly take, Cirdan decided to commit to what many would see as the cowardly option and investigate the rumors that he had heard of a tunnel back to Anikira's mainland, to a land that would be strange and new but at least offer him some semblance of safety from a war that he had no interest in fighting. Following the many wolves that streamed into the tunnel in a desperate attempt to escape the Isles before the war began in earnest, Cirdan eventually found himself upon the mainland of Anikira, forced to learn how to survive in a brand new and strange environment but having escaped from the clutches of the war. Having dedicated himself to learning all that he can about Anikiran society in order to fit in more easily, Cirdan has steadily moved north since coming through the tunnel, searching for both new meaning in his life and a place that he can call home once again.
Upon first glance, Cirdan does not seem like a wolf that takes much seriously in life. He seems to breeze through his life with nary a care in the world, insults and other troubles that another wolf might try to bring to him rolling off his shoulders much like water flows off a duck's back. Unwarranted hostility from another wolf does little to ruffle his feathers or even get him to show a trace of annoyance- in fact, he's much more liable to chuckle at any sarcasm or threats thrown his way than to actually respond with his own set of biting words- and should any company that comes into his presence attempt to fight or otherwise slight him in any way, they're likely to get a raised eyebrow and a question of why they want to expend precious energy on unnecessary combat from him. He enjoys solitude and company in equal measure, but often gives off the impression that he has his head in the clouds, either through choosing places to retire to that are quiet in nature or trying to steer conversations that he finds himself a part of away from potentially sensitive topics. Any attempt to get him to pick a side in anything is ultimately doomed to fail too, for more often than not Cirdan will be content with the viewpoint that both sides have equal rights to state their opinions and go on his merry way. This has lead many wolves over the years to believe that the Isles male is nothing more than a hopeless pushover, someone who will never truly understand the cost of conflict and what it means to sacrifice what he might want for the greater good.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Though he was not directly involved in the faction war on the Isles, Cirdan has seen first-hand the kind of impact that bloody conflict can bring as a result of learning the ways of a healer from his mother, and he has seen enough of it to know that he never wants to involve himself in senseless conflict ever again. Lend his skills to those who need them after the fact, perhaps, but not fighting himself. Though he does know how to hold his own in a combat situation and will fight if he is absolutely forced to, Cirdan prefers to settle most conflicts with a more diplomatic approach, where he can leave as few ruffled feathers as possible in his wake. His ability to stay calm in the face of insults or other hostile actions thrown his way has allowed him to resolve quite a few conflicts between himself and another party, to the point where many have said that the male would have been a fine diplomat had he not seemingly been destined for the path of a healer. That being said, Cirdan is far from being a pushover as well, and he will be quick to speak up or even openly defy other wolves should they make a decision that he believes goes against the concept of personal safety or any kind of logic.
In addition to his other personality traits, Cirdan's strong sense of loyalty and wicked sense of humor makes him have a good bedside manner that most other healers in a time of war would lack entirely. Once he dedicates himself to a specific cause or task, the Isles male will not be quick to abandon it, fulfilling it to the absolute best of his ability and heartily apologizing if he cannot. His good humor also allows him to empathize with his patients and allow them to open up and share details about their injuries or afflictions that another healer might not be privy to, and this along with his relatively mild temper makes the male a perfect example of what a caretaker of other wolves should aspire to be.