D E N N I E. . .R E E D Y N N. . .W A D E
R P // HeadyA G E // 25
S E X // Male
S E X U A L I T Y // irrelevant, he's not interested in you
H E I G H T // 6''2
W E I G H T // 210 lbs
H A I R // Black & White
S K I N // dark chocolate
E Y E S // plain, muddy Green
M A R K S // A small scratch on the back of his neck, a large, cruel scar running across the length of his upper right arm, a long scar from the left side of his temple that trails straight down and ends halfway down his neck, a cut on the far left side of his forehead, multiple cuts on the palms of his hands.
C A R E E R // Hunter & "One who follows the old ways"
F A M I L Y // -------grandmother; WhiteCrow --- deceased
-------father; HawkEye --- unknown
-------mother; Esmeralda --- deceased
P OSITIVE // loyal, resilient, strong conviction (in terms of personal faith/beliefs, and choices made)
N EUTRAL // impartial, persistent, forward
N EGATIVE // distant, skewed moral compass, dispassionate
P E R S O N A L I T Y // ----Some say it's hard to judge a book by it's cover because they can often be quite misleading; in Dennie's case, one may not be far off the mark in their first assumption. He looks rough and dangerous around the edges simply because he
is; Dennie has the single-minded focus of one whom is perpetually on the hunt for a quarry that you cannot help but fear might be
you. There is something about his manner that suggests he is searching for some thing or some one, and due in part to that, his actions and conversations are made purely of necessity, and rarely for pleasure.
----He spends a good deal of his time alone, far from the reaches of human contact, so Dennie is largely found at home in his crudely built house of logs, with long silences and the occasional critter for company. Often, he is seen in the company of his rook, Idaeleigh; at times looking to the bird for guidance or direction of some kind. At other moments, Dennie is prone to stroking the bird's glossy feathers and murmuring to her softly with the only semblance of affection he has ever displayed.
S K I L L S //----Excellent huntsman and tracker concerning all nature of man and beast. Is moderately skilled as a healer and caster (usually of the hex/curse variety). He is also quite experienced in fighting (nothing like duels between gentlemen, but more like the brawling, fighting-for-your-life in the middle of the night). Also possesses moderate skill in carpentry (although some would severely doubt such a thing upon first glance of his tiny, ramshackle abode).
H E D G E C R A F T //----With his beloved Gran-Gran dead, Dennie is not as active a practitioner as he once was. With her departure in body, Whitecrow's usual brothers and sisters from her tribe (and neighboring ones), vanished, so Dennie's need to gather herbs, brew elixirs, or perform spellcraft has significantly diminished since he has no desire to assist fellow man or woman. It has all but become irrelevant since he left his native land and attained passage to Sunderland.
----So while he has neglected to practice the art of the old ways, it is not to say that they have neglected him. For Dennie is plagued with snippets of truth-sight; visions that will assail him be he asleep or awake. They come in jagged flashes, searing across the contours of his mind; often they are the long-dead memories of his childhood, through the eyes of another. On a rare occasion, they will blind him with what ill is to come...
H I S T O R Y //----Currently, Dennie resides in a small, crudely built log-cabin far north of Palisade, near the edge of the Wardwood yet still within a days walk of the Iron Sea.
----Dennie was born an only child, and was raised on the fringes of 'uncivilized' society. His small family consisted of a grandmother, and two parents where they all lived in a small, dilapidated long-house that had previously been abandoned. There home bordered the outer most territory of the Upper Skagit tribe and was situated close to the banks of the Skagit River. The only company he kept as a child was a stray, half-dead cat that was more keen to scratch him than anything else, and for brief periods of stolen time... met a beautiful, white-skinned and golden-haired girl that wore foreign garments. She would gaze upon him with the eyes of ice, but her lips would hold the beginnings of a smile. To this day the strange memory of the girl persists, even though his grandmother once told him that what he had seen, was a vision and nothing more.
----His father, Hawkeye Wade, was once a grand hunter of many a dark creature, and he had been known far and wide amongst the many tribes along the coast of the New World, for such unparalleled strength and skill. But all of that changed the day he fell in love with Dennie's mother, Esmeralda Faidlen, a grand beauty from a neighboring tribe. He pursued the fair Esmeralda as fervently as he did a chosen quarry, proffering her and her family the biggest of kills, the silkiest of furs, the largest red fish, and the greatest number of horses; but she turned him down again and again. She would not take him as husband until he swore to give up all manner of the hunt and live the life of a good and honest man. A man who worked the earth to help it grow plentiful so as to provide for his family's needs.
----Hawkeye balked at such a thing, but soon his love for Esmeralda tore asunder all his reserves against such a bleak life, so desperate was he to have her love. And so, broken and weeping upon his knees, Hawkeye gave everything he had and more to gain Esmeralda's hand in marriage.
----Whitecrow (Hawkeye's mother and Dennie's grandmother), was far from pleased with this abrupt life change in her son's life. The spirits and her ancestors had told her in visions before she birthed him; Hawkeye would be the greatest hunter in all the land and those who followed him would be led to great prosperity. To go against such a thing was unthinkable,
impossible, given the lengths Whitecrow went through to assure that her son never strayed. And yet, somehow a lowly waif with pretty hair and skin managed to sway her fearsome son. Whitecrow was no fool, she had eyes and ears, she had the strength of the spirits with her. And so, the day those two wed, Whitecrow plotted and waited for the right moment to get rid of Esmeralda without attracting her son's watchful, cunning eye. It was when her grandson Dennie was born that she came upon the best plot of them all.
----Over a short period of time, it became all too apparent that Esmeralda had no interest in child-rearing and Hawkeye had no time to parent as he was confined to tilling earth for endless hours, from early morn until late at night. So the task of raising Dennie was left to Whitecrow, and raise him she did; the old ways from the generations before her were passed down to Dennie since he was but a squalling, tiny thing. He grew up on tales of spirits and lore, he followed his Gran-gran on her many trips into the fields and neighboring woods, and obeyed her without question from the day he was born until the very day she died.
----Her last wishes to Dennie were as simple as they were clear:
"Avenge me, child."
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T Y P E // Familiar
K N O W N // WhiteCrow, Gran-Gran, Respect Elder