Cernan

[Cernan]

Name: Lord Cernan WinterFox
Nicknames: Cernan, although only call him that if you are on really good terms, otherwise, calling him anything less than his proper title is likely to get you killed
Race: Arctic fox
Age: Old, about 9600 around the fuedal era. looks somewhere around 30
Height: 7'
Weight: About 300lbs in his standard form, can vary greatly though as he can change his size and density.
Apearence: He has thick permantly tousled nearly shoulder length white hair and pale alabaster skin and eyes that are a metalicy azure colour. While not nesicarily bulky, he is very muscular, although what would you expect of someone who did nothing but fight for 9000 years. He has a pair of white fox ears on his head, and 9 very fluffy tails that are all pure white except for the tips which are jet black. If he hides the tips of his tails, and remains still, he is very nearly invisible in his natural snow covered climate.
Clothing/Armour: His usual atire is a pair of white fur pants and a ankle length white fur cloak that is tied across his chest with sinew rope to gold clasps.
Weapons: Two iron broadswords, and his fancy ice sword of doom, claws, teath, himself
Personality: Cold, very very cold. He hardly ever shows emotion, though he does have feelings, he just hates to admit it to anyone himself included. He tends to be very distant and uncaring, not being concerned with the affairs of others. Those that he does take an interest in though he tends to be very protective of. While he is not evil, he has no problem with killing, though he doesnt often go out of his way to do so...often.
History: see next post
Likes: Snow, Ice, cold, outdoors, foxes, a quite century or two to himself, Ahearn/Herin
Dislikes: Deserts, heat, loud people, people in general, humans, dogs, anyone who intrudes on his territory, pudding
Allies: Mini (sorta), Keera (sorta), Ahearn (again sorta), possibly more
Enemies: all dead

Territory Map: Colour Code: Black: Land which is indisputably Cernan's. His power comes from these lands, the land and him are one entity. He may allow others here, as long as they don't in anyway challenge him.
Red: The extent of his territorial control. These lands generally are his, and his power is still pretty high in these areas, however he does not actually control the environment in this area. Generally free from his interference, but he will put dow trouble makers f they come to his attention.
Green: Places he just considers his. He may hold them through some nominal form of over lordship over the locals, or there just may be no one to challenge him, or he might just call it is, but never actually try to assert that. Basically his territory in name only, he wll ignore pretty much anything n these areas unless they are an overt threat to him somehow.
Purple: Between the purple and the black lines is Cernan's true home, Here not only is his power at it's peak, but he actually cares what happens. Here he reigns as a true demon lord, he will generally not allow anyone any leeway here. You either submit to his authority or, well there is no or.

[Cernan]

The history

Born circa 8000 BC on a bering sea island, Cernan spent the first few years of his life living on his island with a small tribe of foxes. At some point (haven't decided just yet, this is a work in progress as of now) this tribe migrated into the Chukchi Peninsula, an area which would become home to Cernan. He would spend most of his childhood hear, though as the years went by he would become more and more of an outcast to his tribe, his size setting him apart, and his violent temper often getting him and his tribe in trouble, as he would never back down from a fight, while the rest of his kin prefered to hide then fight. In time Cernan did leave, fleeing the settlement one night setting out into the frozen wastes to forge a path for himself. These above all other points in his life were the hard times, when he had to learn both to survive the environment, and the myriad enemies that abounded in the area. He will never talk about those times as he considers them a blemish on his honour as for the first and only time in his life he found himself hiding more often then not. Many times Cernan would find himself in a cave or hastily made den cold, hungry and afraid, hunted- by humans more often then not- but never did he waste time, he would spend these times either planning his counter-attack, or practising his martial skills, as he never admitted defeat. In this manner his strength grew, and his mind and heart sharpened while closing off to anything but that which would allow him to survive. Still for the time there remained in him a spark of compassion and youthfull curiosity about the world and others who were in it, though that would soon change. One day he heard a rumour of the destruction of a fox tribe in the area, and quickly rushing back to what had been his home his fears were confirmed. Unbeknownst to Cernan news of his various small victorious had been spreading, and as stories spread of a young fox killing off competitors in the area much unwanted attention had come to his tribe, and so it had come to pass that a small warband of wolves seeking to put an end to the upstart fox had attacked his tribe and wiped them out. On discovering the bodies of his family, something inside Cernan snapped and two thing happened at moment, the first was his swearing undying hatred for all wolves, and the other was the beginning of his great conquest, an ongoing war against any and all he perceived as a threat that would last for more then 9000 years. At first his motivations were somewhat confused yet noble, to seek revenge for his family, and to end the lawlessness that he saw as making life in his lands so harsh by uniting all under him, however as time went on Cernan needed lees and less justification for war as he revelled in it and soon he made war for it's own sake, having only one reservation: he must never kill one of his own kind unless there was no other option, and to do all he could to protect all foxes. For centuries his war would rage, mostly pointless and without many gains until one day Cernan came to find he first of the great artifacts which would become the goal of his conquests, a sword embedded in a glacier surrounded by hundreds of dead, frozen bodies all preserved perfectly. Feeling it calling out to him, he ignored the bodies and took a hold of he sword, and as soon as he did he could feel his own energy sync with it ad flow through it, and he knew he was meant to have it. With this new weapon the scale and direction of Cernan's battles altered drastically. The sword seemed to amplify and channel his power, and helped him control it. Before Cernan's greatest weakness was his lack of skill with any form of magic, but with the sword he learned to control the ice, and once he understood this power he able to greatly improve and use his natural power like never before. The sword also gave him direction as he felt himself inexorably drawn in an unknown path, cutting a swath through he land where before he had simply attacked whoever was closest. This was the sword's will as it was drawing him to the nearest of the next artifacts which would shape his life, the great temples of ice. Still even with his increased power and direction, the going was slow, the enemies were numerous and strong, such that he would not reach the temple and learn its secrets until shortly after he had gained his second tail after 2000 years of being alive. From the temple Cernan would gain his power, but at a great cost, It would take a portion of his soul. Had Cernan known the cost he may not have entered, but once he did he had no choice as It reached out and ensnared him, and if not for his own great power, would have consumed him entirely. He escaped though alive, and with a connection to the land which could now never be broken, and again his power increased greatly. He could also now fee the other temples, and he knew that if he could control more of them his power would increase, and so he set out now with more then a direction but a goal. It was only very shortly after this moment in his life that Cernan would come across another young fox who would become his apprentice, companion, and ally, followed by encountering a wold demon who would become one of his greatest enemies.(more to come, im going to peice together ideas i have here untll i have enough to make a coherent backstory)