Character Name: Caenith, The Wolf
Character Bio: A smith of Eod. Under his fearsome, raw exterior hides an animal, and a dreadful wrath. Caenith is a conflicted creature: a beast, a man, a poet, a lover, and a killer. Caenith believes himself to be beyond redemption, and passes the years making metal skins and claws for the slow-walkers of Geadhain while drowning himself in bitter remorse. He does not know it, but Morigan will pull him from his darkness and make him confront what is most black and wicked within him.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
I am patient, perhaps the most patient man in all Geadhain. When one lives forever, he either learns patience or indulges madness. If we would speak of madness, know too, that I have danced with the deepest darkness. Many times in my long life I have given in to the blood-thirsty desires of my animal. I have made fatherless more men than I can count. Their faces all blur to insignificance on the red portrait of my misdeeds. I could say that I regret their murder, but I do not. I am the Wolf. I kill. It is in my nature.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
Like any Wolf, I can be gentle, and noble, if given the chance. I never betray a loyalty. My appearance does not tell the truth of my soul.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
Once, I was a poet. I played at being a man and took up the life of a scribe and wordsmith; penning religious odes for the veiled confessors of Carthac. I stayed to watch that city and its wicked masters burn in the fires of rebellion. To my knowledge, none of my work survived the flames.
What are you most afraid of?
Another thousand years of watching the world rust of its green beauty.
What do you want more than anything?
I do not know how to stop the echoing in my heart. I have no answer for you, slow-walker.
What is your relationship status? (***Pre-Morigan, obviously!)
I am a lone wolf.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
Fashion? Pfft! You speak of the garish makeups and frippery in which you slow-walkers adorn yourselves? Prancing about like plumed, clucking cockerels? For what? To mate? There are simpler ways. Take off your clothes and taste sweat, feel heat and drink spit. I wear what clothing is necessary to pass as one among your kind.
How much of a rebel are you?
You inquire under the presumption that I honor the rules of man, or the rule of the Immortal Kings. I honor neither set of laws. I am a child of Geadhain. I bow to the call of the moon. I rule her as much as she rules me.
What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?
I do not adhere to your slow-walker conventions of greatness. Nor do I feel my deeds are to be judged by the likes of you.
What is your idea of happiness?
A ripe, white moon. Blood in my throat. The song of steel as it is hammered. All of these things bring me pleasure.
What is your current state of mind?
I am calm. I am often calm. The moon rises again in a few days. Ask me then.
What is your most treasured possession?
My skin and my freedom.
What is your most marked characteristic?
A man once said that I possessed the cold, terrible gaze of a wolf. He was correct, and I thanked him for his compliment.
What is it that you most dislike?
This new age with its technomagik and progress. Men do not see how their ambition scars the world. Mother Geadhain weeps.
Which living person, or persons, do you most despise?
The Iron rulers of Menos. All of them are as vile as they are damned.
What is your greatest regret?
I…do not ask me that.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Honor. And a lack of pretense.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Strength. A soft woman is of no use in the wild.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
I do not read fiction. The age of legends is over. Let us rest and be forgotten.
Which living person do you most admire?
Magnus. Of the many great sorcerers I have seen, the Immortal King does not punish Geadhain with his magik, but coaxes beauty from her instead.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Nothing. I am what I am.
What is your motto?
I am death. I am the Wolf. Worship and fear me. You live only because I have not hunted you yet. I live because I am life. I am unbound by grief. I am alone. I am lord of all…Oh, I seem to have scared you. That glazed expression, the waft of your fear, I know these signs. My apologies. I shall leave you be. Since you have been so gracious with your time and not quite irritating questions today, I shall leave you with a gift. In three days, the moon rises. Bar your doors and windows, slow-walker, and lay a sprig of ivy at your doorstep. Even when I am blind, even though I am the beast, I shall leave you safe for this one night of my hunt. Farewell, and do not forget. It would be wise that you didn’t…
(Originally appeared on Karen Swart – Portals to new worlds. Thanks again for the interview!)