The legends of the Winter Sun caern speak of a Wendigo woman named Song-of-the-Deep-Water. It was said she was a good Garou once, strong in battle and wise in peace, carrying the strength of her ancestors and honoring the old ways. She defended her home and bore her mate a strong son of purest blood.
Her greatest fault was her pride and through her pride she invited the Wyrm. Even in the depths of her madness, she still remembered what it was to be honorable. She cried out to Wendigo to save her from the poison in her heart. The great winter spirit demands strength in all things and does not answer the calls of the weak, but yet he came to Song-of-the-Deep-Water.
He cleansed her of the poison. He ate the heart that had turned black and touched the woman's son, marking him to warn him against his mother's failures. It is said the spirit of Song-of-the-Deep-Water is sometimes seen in the blizzard's blowing snows or dancing on the northern lights.
She retained her honor in the end... but do not forget the dangers of pride. Wendigo might not see fit to free you.
The son left behind, a child of five years who's father passed and family grieved, was offered to a respected kinswoman of the sept to raise. Though in truth all children were raised by the village, there was importance in a mother. Nautchiaq Ixtitqusiq was a young woman who's barrenness was deeply mourned. She devoted herself instead to preserving the legends and histories of the Wendigo wolfchangers and earned her respect and place through song and memory. For her work she was given the boy, named Siku, to raise as her own. It was she who saw in his birth under the eclipsed moon a relation to that of the very founder of the sept who shared the unusual birth sign. The boy grew strong and brave and was well liked by the other youth. In time, he joined the Garou.
The young warrior lived up to the expectations of his blood, passing his Rite of Passage with ease and serving as a Guardian of the sept. For all he was an Ahroun, the unusual eclipse that marked his birth seemed to give him an unusual temperance. He fought with wisdom instead of blind Rage. He moved with ease through the Umbra. He rejoiced in the stories of old and ensured the old ways were followed with a fair heart. The elders cited that Luna passed through all her phases that night and perhaps that it was a gift given to the child so he might better answer the demands of Wendigo - for surely the winter spirit had great plans for the boy. The spirits did not answer their questions and, in time, they accepted the young warrior would have to discover the answers on his own.
Siku grew settled in the Sept and soon took to mate a kinswoman of pure blood named Aniu whom he'd fancied even before his Change. Soon, she bore him a daughter named Aularuq who was blessed by the strength of her parents' ancestral history and was Baptised a Garou of the gibbous moon. The sept saw her birth as a good omen and her auspice as a sign of honor to the child's adoptive grandmother for her long and complaint-less devotion. Things were well for a time, but it was not long before the small but strong sept drew notice. The Wyrm attacked. Though the sept survived, many were lost. Among them was slain Aniu who'd died defending her child, who survived. Enraged, Siku dove headfirst into a quest for vengeance. He studied the Wyrm with an alarming fervor, learning of the foes who so harmed his family. He beat the name of the slayer of his wife from Banes who lingered in the area and learned of his path. He would have to travel far, the Wendigo learned. Far to the south where the heat of the sun existed year round and snow never fell. It was a foreign place to a Wendigo of the far north, but he had a duty and a promise to uphold. With his adoptive mother and daughter in tow he began the long travel to a place called Prospect.
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- Bigby : I once had two brothers. One gave his life in defense of this world and the other has let darkness come into his soul. I grieve for them, but my tears must be as ice - cold and unyielding. You too are a son of Winter and the North Wind roars at your call. We have suffered and our Rage burns bright. We have lost much, but we have not lost our courage. We will honor the memories of the fallen in battle and win back our honor. In you, I have found new kin, Eldest Brother. I only hope this brotherhood lasts.
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- Siku is as pure-blooded Native Alaskan as they come. He'd likely be inclined to look in on any Native American charities or events, though for the sake of the host they'd best be authentic and respectable ones.
- He is Garou and, to those who know how to recognize one, is a slap-to-your-face-cold-water-down-your-back spitting image of an ancestral Wendigo stereotype. If his blood was any purer it would literally run with ice. Amazingly, for all the disgruntled stoicism one often types a Wendigo with, Siku has shown himself... tolerant... of Wyrmcomers who abide the proper respect to Gaia. Everyone has their purpose.. even the extraordinarily irritating ones.
- He's met a Corax or two in his day and knows stories of the Gurahl, but the other Fera are unknown to him. As for the other supernaturals, only Vampires and the mortal Mages ring a bell to him and even then he's never actually crossed one. Remote Alaska is not a welcoming place and frankly it's probably for the best.
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- Cold Breeze: Due to his strong Wendigo blood and Ancestral connection, Siku channels a bit of Wendigo's presence. This manifests in the air around him feeling distinctly cooler, like a draft, and can bring about a light breeze as well. It leaves him +1 social difficulty around Mortals.
- Distinguishing Characteristic: If the breeze isn't odd enough, for all he looks like a textbook native Alaskan his eyes are downright bizarre. They are a distinct blue-violet in all his forms and, when angry, seem to grow steadily brighter and sharper in hue. In Crinos, the use of his Rage brings a faint ultraviolet-hued gleam around him like the Wendigo spirit.
- Fetish: A Watchspear named Maguruq, meaning howl, and bound with a Wind spirit. Level 2, Gnosis 5. STR+2, diff 6. Aggravated damage. This spear's proper function is to warn of approaching Umbral threat. When Wyrm creatures or Banes approach within two hundred yards of the user the spear will begin to whistle in order to warn of danger. This function works only when the spear is in the hand of the user and ONLY on creatures in the Penumbra.
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