Description

Name: Keedan Brendan
Age: 13
Gender: Male

Appearance: Keedan is an odd-looking werewolf. Not only is his puny for his age, but he also stands out like a sore thumb. He stands at 4'7, and weighs 89 lbs. He stands out because his hair is snow white, as are his ears, both which are messy and unkempt. His skin is pale and pure, however, due to his apperal, you don't see much of it. His eyes are an odd lilac color, which would make people stop and analyze him... White hair? Odd eyes? Pale skin? He's an albino.

Personality

Personality: Keedan is kind of shy and indirect. He lived a sheltered life in the past, before that setting was drastically changed. Dispite living where he has for almost three years now, he's still uncomfortable. However, he's friendly and helpful, and wanting to aid anyone any way he can.

Equipment

Weapons: A small oaken staff crafted just for him by Theon. It's nothing special, but it is of high sentimental value to Keedan.

Skills: Pyrokinesis, Electrokinesis, Physical Manipulation (magic-based telekinesis), Geokinesis, Lesser Foresight and Prediction, healing magics.

History

Keedan was born an Alibno werewolf, a stand-out from the rest. He never honestly fit in. And the fact that he was shadowed by his much more successful older brother never really helped, either. Vexez was a powerful hunter, polite gentleman, and on top of this, handsome. He had it all. Though his parrent's kind words said otherwise, Keedan wasn't dim; he could tell favoritisim when he saw it. He held no resent towards his brother or his family; he loved them very much. But it seemed like he couldn't benefit the family, and was only keeping the resources from them. His odd coloring made his attempts at hunting things of laughter, not to mention, he was a tad physically sensitive.

When he was ten, he ran from home. He made his way out of the local community. There, he faced the trials of the wilderness...which were harsh upon him. After almost 2 weeks of nothing to eat, and only little to drink weakened him drastically. He eventually colapsed, physically unable to move anymore. As he lie face down in mud, he said his prayers. He didn't think he'd last another day. His eyes closed, and let his mind numb.

A day later, he awoke in a small house from brick and stone. Nursing him back to health was a human...whom looked to be far past his expiration date. His name was Theon, and he was a sage. They spent a long time in silence together. Neither said a word to each other for three days, before finally Keedan broke the silence.
"Why did you save me?"

Theon said that there was no reason to let him die that day. When the sage finished nursing him to health, he offered to let the boy go...but he refused. Keedan saw that the old man was getting closer to his end, and he was the only human he knew. He had been shown not only mercy, but kindness by him. He wanted to return the favor. Little did he know, that Theon knew this. As time went on,Theon reveiled to Keedan that he knew the ancient art of magic. Long since forgotten, the art was lost when the battle of Hoppi and Ritoki took place. It seemed the Sage was one of the lone few whom knew it. He slowly began to pass the art down to Keedan...whom turned out to be a natural. What he lacked in physical ability, he made up for in natural skill with magic.

However, after only a year, Theon passed on, teaching not even a tenth of his knowledge to Keedan. Keedan was very saddened by the man's passing. He viewed him as not a teacher...but a father...or a grandfather, really. But while this knowledge was still immense, there is much Keedan doesn't know. Theon did pass, however, how to be self-sufficent...and live off the land. If that was not enough...he did teach Keedan to use his magic to be somewhat of a fortune teller...and so he is today.