Ashtivar ‘Antlers’ Whiteoak
Formerly Maggie Cumberland
One look at this swaggering poppinjay of a woman tells you almost anything that you’d need to know.
Standing at almost six feet tall, it’s hard to say what’s more noticeable- her overlarge, overly friend grin, or the rack of antlers that typically drape from her head. Perhaps it’s the way she talks- an almost unintelligible and deeply unfortunate mixture of Gilnean, Highland, and rural affectations.
A woman who has never feared to speak her mind, Ashtivar Whiteoak is overall large, thick of waist and broad of hip and bust. Her skin is weathered and tanned from a farmer’s lifestyle, hands calloused with hard, honest work. She has short, dark hair that tends towards wilderness, sticking out every which way like a tempest, and a broad, swaggering gait leads her about- very much a strut, as though she’s quite sure of herself.
Inclined towards mischief, Ash doesn’t have a shy bone in her body. She’s always willing to meet someone new and drag them off on an adventure, whether they agree to it or not. Aside her devil-may-care attitude, however, she is a Harvest Witch raised and trained and takes her craft surprisingly seriously, following the Old Ways as taught to her by her crippled, angry grandmother.
Combat or mischief frequently find her taking the form of a bear, which is dark furred and noticeably overweight. She at first seems ponderous, but can manage surprising alacrity, though there’s an unfortunate tendancy of tasting those brought down by her enormous paws. Curiosity or subterfuge tend to shift her to cat, though she rarely takes the form for recreation, unlike bear, which she seems inclined towards. Need for movement sends her spiraling into the air as a large black stormcrow with a hooked beak and feathers prone to ruffling and preening.
Her worgen form is rarely used, and is noticeably more difficult a transition for her to make. She uses it for practical purposes, but nothing more. The transition from human to worgen size is rather small; though she’s large for a human, she’s a little shrimpy as far as worgen go.
Ashtivar’s strengths include her boundless optimism and practiced skill at many aspects of Harvest Witchery; she’s fast to come to decisions and doesn’t waste time hemming and hawing. She’s incredibly outgoing and friendly, and talks to people- regardless of ilk- with avid curiosity and a relatively open mind.
On the other side of the coin, Ashtivar is impulsive, gullible, and has very little sense of self preservation. She also has a strange weakness toward angry older women due to her harsh and overbearing grandmother whose approval she could never gain. She’s also incredibly difficult to understand through the thick accent, and her intelligence tends more towards the practical application of things, less so in sounding smart.
She isn’t so much stupid as she is a ‘hick’ in the most traditional sense of the word. Sometimes- no, frequently- she just doesn’t know when to shut up.
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