<strong>Player name:</strong>ArtemisHighmore<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.alux.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/600full-anders-lindstrom-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Anders Skjeggestad<br/><strong>Nicknames (if you have one):</strong>None that he is aware of<br/><strong>Age:</strong>347 but who counts after the first century?<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race/Species:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Soft spoken and kind.<br/><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Occupation/Job:</strong>Woodcarver<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Spending time in the woods, meditating, hopping in mud puddle<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Technology, loud noises and large crowds of people.<br/><strong>O/O’s (required):</strong>https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=72985.0<br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>Anders is nothing special to say the least. Born in a little cabin on the edge of an unnamed fjord, he spent his formative years running wild and free, learning his abilities, the uniqueness of his blood and the dangers that it would pose as he aged. Not that the dangers were the forefront of his lessons. If anything his parents and especially his uncle, William, who he spent the vast majority of his time with, preferred a more hands off approach to their raising, allowing him to wander into countless perils. When the need arose, someone would swoop in to rescue him with a lecture and a lesson.<br/><br/>Their pack was relatively small, consisting of his immediate family and a few other ‘relatives.’ Whenever he inquired about this the answer was generally about lying low, keeping to themselves or some such nonsense that any young upstart would let roll in one ear and out the other. Still he had subconsciously heeded the message right up until those rebellious teenage years. The end of the 1830s was fast approaching and Anders had begun to experience that delicious bloodlust that came with a full moon change. The unwary deer usually sated his needs, another subconscious lesson that his uncle had hammered into him time after time. But that moon had been different, a rare blood moon that had found him while he was out wandering. It had driven himself towards a little hamlet and he had killed, feasting upon a small family. His uncle had found him, confused, naked and covered in blood surrounded by human remains. Though he was comforted and given assurances that such things happened, his family knew the real consequences that might arise. In what would come to be known as the Third Great Conflict, a local and unknown mage collective used the murders to hunt them, pursuing them through the woods.<br/><br/>Anders has only vague memories of the time, having done his best to block out the horrors. Nowhere had offered any sort of safety to them, mages appearing before them or hot on their heels. They crossed local covens and rival packs, their numbers thinning until only his uncle and he remained on the run. The pair was separated in London, splitting up as the only escape from a potentially disastrous cornering by those cursed mages. That was the last time he encountered his uncle for a few decades. Catching a boat to the New World, Anders was lucky enough to find a country still filled with wild, unclaimed spaces.<br/><br/>Adopting the life of the wayward gypsy, he kept to the outskirts of civilization, scowling from the woods as the world advanced and spread, claiming more and more land. He’d never had much of a taste for humans and their proclivities, finding their ravenous hunger to surpass every beast he had ever known. It became evident to him that they would consume everything if they remained unchecked. Eventually his disgust had come to a head in the early 20th century, leaving a string of murders along the edges of civilization, growing a bit more feral and gruesome each time his ‘messages’ failed to have their intended effect. The darkness had nearly consumed him when his uncle had found him and quite literally saved him. Apparently his indiscretions and grisly leavings were drawing the eye of local mages.<br/><br/>Uncle William had set him straight, shown him a better, far more peaceful path to walk. He’d tempered Ander’s steel heart to be a bit more accepting, towards his own kind and especially towards the humans. Thought they remained together for nearly two decades, the global wars of the humans drew William back across the seas. Anders did not follow, knowing there would only be bloodshed and that would lead quickly to that dark hole within. Instead he went seeking rumors of a hidden town where he might find peace.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Powers/Abilites:</strong>Heightened sense of smell and hearing. Mild regeneration.<br/><br/><strong>Extra:</strong>(anything extra that you’d like known about your character)<br/>