Ceredwyn Whitefurr - Profile (Clean version)
Personality profile of my second 'Fursona' Ceredwyn Whitetfurr
Name: Ceredwyn Whitefurr
Age: 16 (see below)
Body Type: Thin (Effeminate)
Hair/Eye Color: None (see below)/Brown
Hair Style: Long brown ponytail, brown human-like hair
Style: Dresses in a simple dark green robe, that starts at the neck and ends at the wrists and ankles. With a silver cord belt tied around the waist, and distinctive ear clasps and pendant on forehead.
Personality: Ceredwyn is strong willed, thoughtful in word and action, and slow to anger, but can be frightening when her blood is heated. She chooses her words with delicate care, speaking softly - almost in a sibilant whisper, yet there is a faint hint of strength in her voice, like finely tempered steel. Her deep brown eyes half-lidded, giving her an almost sleepy and low-intelligence appearance, but this is not the case, as she is quite awake, and very intelligent...often using this appearance to make others underestimate her. Even though she appears quite cold and aloof at times, this is an instinctive mask she wears, to keep others at arms length from her, as she was bitten by a Werewolf, when she was still a young adult - and infected with his curse. Ceredwyn lives in fear of the beast within her, but over the centuries, she has waged a war against its cruel nature, and she was the victor. 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 - despite her lycanthropic heritage.
Once, Ceredwyn lived in the twelth century, but a curse was placed on her by a Goddess, for what Ceredwyn did to her people's children - Ceredwyn thought, acting out of love, to give the enslaved children a virulent poison, to save them from the cruel and vile depravity of the Werewolf who had infected her with his curse. Ceredwyn had been sworn by oath and blood, to die to protect the offspring of her people - yet when the time come - she could not take her own life. Breaking her oath to the Goddess, Ceredwyn was cursed with the most cruellest of curses the Goddess could conceive - the curse of Immortality.
Cederwyn can, and does, feel pain, fear and all the emotions of others feel, but she can not die. Little does Ceredwyn know, but the Goddess eventually understood why Ceredwyn did what she did, and forgave this shy, frightened young Doe, but in a terrible twist, Ceredwyn's curse can never be lifted, until she learns to forgive herself - for what she done.
Many of Ceredwyn's traits and mannerisms are almost instinctive within her, as she never truly intergrated into human society. She finds that she is a throwback to the time of chivalry, with many of her mannerisms and method of speech being almost archaic. She is very respectful of others, and curtseys to those who show her kindness and compassion.
Her lycanthropic heritage is an integral part of her, lending her strength, but it is also a curse, as she is afraid of one day, losing her self-control in a fit of rage - and infecting another with the terrible curse. Her anger is very slow to rise, but a quick way to get her angry, is to make a off-colour remark about children - be they feral, anthropomorphic or human - and Gods help you - if you ever harm a child, when Ceredwyn is nearby....
Appearance: Ceredwyn Whitefurr is a female anthro Mule deer, who stands 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. She dresses in a long dark green robe, tied with a silver coloured cord around her slender waist. On her brow, she wears a small, almost concealed crystal headpiece, that is made of six small clear quartz crystals, attatched to a ornately crafted chain - with a larger, teardrop shaped crystal in the middle, that hangs down between her eyes.
Her fur colouration is a gentle woodland brown with grey flecks and a dappled grey colour on her 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 barette 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.
Sexuality: Ceredwyn is strictly heterosexual in nature, but understands others do not share her 'old-world beliefs' and bears those of differing sexual persuasion, no ill-will. She does not actively engage in sexual practices, holding true to her archaic beliefs, but if someone was to genuinely show her affection and win her trust, she might consent to bedding that person.