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Half-Elvian

Female- She/Her Heterosexual



Druid Rogue with Bard qualities


Double-ended daggers with a bow and arrow as backups.


Faline stands at 5'7" with an athletic, yet curvy form. She is considered short amongst the Elvian. She has vibrant green eyes and thick, curly red hair that is normally in a braid or dreadlocks that cover her slightly pointed ears. Faline's attire usually consists of leather and natural materials like wool or cotton.


Faline was born to a member of one of the few nomadic clans of Elvian that roam the Evergreen Forest. Her father was an exception, an honorary member of her clan despite being human. He had saved the chief's precious niece from a bandit raid that wanted to sell her into slavery. Her mother was head over bare heels for him and the two grew close to the point where they married and had Faline. While she is considered a part of the clan, the half-human blood that runs in Faline's veins negates any claim to a major position within the clan.

At a young age, no more than three, Faline had a way with animals and plant life that others of her clan did not. She was able to tell where the ripest foods were in the forest and where the best fish were as if an Ursa Major (Great Bear) actually took the time to tell her. Not only that but she had a singing voice that could calm the mind and ease the soul.

It was during one of the few stops at a Settlement along the Trade Road that misfortune found her clan once again. Faline's parents were killed while trying to protect the clan, a majority of Faline's clan was able to flee into the forest but not until after damage had been done. After word had traveled to the reaches of the capital, Faline, and her clan were surprised by a small accompany of men that were employed by her father's family, whom they assumed had died. He was an estranged son of a noble family that had left to find his own way in the world. They had missed him terribly and were saddened to hear that he had perished. With this last attack from the bandits, Faline's clan was suffering to feed everyone and at the age of ten years old, she decided to go with her father's family's men back to Volenstul.

Faline's paternal grandparents welcomed her with open arms and her father's older brother, Nikolai, loved her like his own, considering his wife was never able to conceive. Her uncle recognized her potential with her voice and affinity with nature. Nikolai also sensed the unchecked rage that occurred from her parents being killed. He trained her in hand-to-hand combat and with her stature they found that she was best suited with daggers, double-ended ones became her favorite.

As she got older, Faline noticed that Nikolai would take these trips but would never exactly tell her where he went or what he did. Most recently the trips had been more frequent and the once great sparkle in her uncle's eyes had diminished with each return but he still smiled for her, even with the fact that she was now a young woman. Nikolai had disappeared completely about a year ago. Usually, he would send Faline that he was fine and doing well knowing how concerned she got especially with her parents gone. Nikolai and his wife, Clara, were her second parents.

Now, Faline was on a mission to find out what happened to Nikolai. Lately, she has been taking up odd mercenary jobs that showed some potential leads to her paternal uncle. Her drive to find him and not lose out on another parent figure.

Three basic skills that your character contributes to the group with a short description.

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Theme Song:


Her Siren's Call:


She has a pet owl named Athen.

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30


Male. He/Him. Heterosexual.


Elvian


Ranger Sorcerer



Crossbow: As with all his weapons, Maltar's crossbow is crafted and enchanted with knowledge that Thoren passed on. The crossbow is more compact version than most and its limbs can be folded in as not to be cumbersome while traveling. While it is smaller than most crossbows, it was constructed with expertise that allows it to deliver equal power to its larger predecessors. Bolts are not required, because the flight groove of the crossbow is engraved with a sigil that materialized a solid bolt of violet ethereal appearance when the serving is pulled back to the retention lever. Although ammunition is essentially endless, the bolts will deliver no more damage than any standard metal bolt, and the bolts will dissipate after striking the target. The sigil is also light dependent, the less light there is, the slower the reload time. In ample lighting, the materialization of a bolt takes a second or two.

Gauntlet Blade: Maltar doesn't wear armor besides one gauntlet with a retractable blade on his right forearm. The blade extends or retracts when Malter forms a fist and extends his thumb and fifth digit.

Dual Short Swords: Forged from the finest steel and engraved with sigils to prevent the blades from dulling.




Maltar stands tall at 6'5" and has a strong athletic build, ruggedly chiseled features, a dour visage, and dark hazel green eyes. With long, unkempt dirty brown hair, infrequently trimmed beard, soiled skin, and tattered attire that requires cleaning much more often that it receives, his physical appearance displays his utter lack of vanity. Disrobed, Maltar's torso, shoulders and legs exhibit the result of his childhood abuse in heavy layers of scar tissue.

Beast: While Maltar's irises are naturally a hazel green, the entirety of his eyes will flood ink-black at the moment the beast within begins to rise to the surface. Once the beast has fully taken hold of Maltar, his skin will puff, bruise and marble with dark veins, while his digits will thicken, black claws will extend, and although his teeth will not lengthen, they will alter to a serrated triangular shape. Maltar's physical size will not grow while overtaken by the beast, but his strength does increase to that of several men.

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Maltar

At the age of 12, Maltar killed his own father. Maltar's father was of no class value, just a wicked man that brutalized and battered his son on a daily basis for no cause but his own sadistic gratification. When Maltar grew old enough to work up the courage, he slew his father with a stone, bashing his head to mush. Upon his father's death, Maltar burned down his childhood home in the Western Ellezag Plains and walked away with nothing but the clothes on his back and blood on his hands.

Maltar started a nomadic existence wandering the lands of Vradia in a constant battle to survive until, at the age 14, he was taken in by a human middle-aged couple who lived in a secluded cabin in the mountain's northeast of the Evergreen Forest. Thoren and Marya were both Rangers and Sorcerers who dedicated their lives to the protection and preservation of civilization in the norther reaches of Vradia. They raised Maltar as their very own and devoted all the time they could to guide him in their beliefs and pass on the knowledge of their ways.

When Maltar was seventeen, while camping alone in the woods several miles from home, a dark entity came to him in his sleep. Maltar's efforts to fight off the spirit entity were futile. It pinned Maltar to the ground and pressed against his will until finally it entered and took possession of his body. Two days later, Maltar returned home in a savage and crazed state, drenched in the blood of many untold victims to his possessed bloodthirsty lust. With a spell to suppress the entity within, Thoren and Marya subdued their adopted Elvian son. For several days, Marya tried by all the means she knew to exercise the evil spirit from inside Maltar but arrived at no success. As a final resort, she concocted an elixir that Maltar would need to drink several times a day to keep the beast within him at bay. Thoren and Marya made a vow to forever withhold Maltar's murderous crimes from the world. The identity of the spirit that took hold of Maltar's body that night in the woods has not been determined.

It soon came to pass that Maltar began experiencing a recurring phenomenon he came to call Night Shifts. He would, on sparse and random occasions, wake up in a different location than he went to sleep. These shifts in location didn't only take place at night, it could happen at any time he slept or was rendered unconscious, but he stuck with the name regardless. When Night Shifts first started happening, Maltar thought that maybe he had started sleepwalking, but the more it happened the more he suspected there was much more to it, as there were times when he would wake up in locations too far for him to have traveled in the time that had lapsed. His suspicion that something supernatural was taking place was confirmed by Marya who one night witnessed Maltar literally vanish from his bed. On that occasion, Maltar woke up the next morning three miles away from home on the bank of a river. For many years, Maltar has attempted to find patterns in the when's and where's of the Night Shifts, but of course, he hasn't been able to figure out why it happens or predict when it will. Only that it's extremely inconvenient, and that it started happening soon after the sprit beast took his body.

Maltar was almost 30 when he returned home one night after a week-long hunting trip and found Thoren and Marya gone. The couple's absence from their home was not entirely uncommon and Maltar had not thought much of it at first, but when he discovered the symbol, albeit a message that only he could decipher, etched in the timber of the floor beneath the kitchen table, he knew they were not returning any time soon. The Elvian knew what he had to do. He restocked his pack, gathered his weapons, filled his Burden Flask with elixir, and set out across the land.

The Beast

Life has its ways of dishing out unfortunate events that open the doors to unwelcome circumstances. In Maltar's case, these circumstances - such as going without his elixir for too long, becoming intoxicated with alcohol, sleep deprivation, and arriving at a state of unbridled rage - have allowed the beast to rise to the surface and take hold of Maltar. The first few times that Maltar was overtaken by the beast he was utterly void of control, but in time his internal efforts to try and control the beast's bloodlust resulted in a shift in its focus. While Maltar is still unable to puppeteer the beast, it's savagery now seems to be influenced by Maltar's pursuits, ambitions and interests.

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Solitude
Hunting
Delivery of Justice
Bacon



Crowds
Loud noises
Cruelty
Disrobing
People breathing on him

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~Transcendence: At times a proficient hunter requires more speed than the physical body can manage when confronted by a formidable enemy, and for this reason Maltar was instructed in the ability to instantaneously traverse short distances. The distances crossed are normally up to a few meters, and requires a heightened state of acuity that is commonly produced in times of battle and other adrenalized situations.

~Night Eyes: Since being possessed by the beast, Maltar is able to see in the dark.

~Mingle: A technique taught by Thoren for the cunning of hunting, Maltar has the ability, when standing completely still, to appear as one with his surroundings, whether it be a wall, a stack of barrels, or part of a tree. The effectiveness and duration of the deception is dependent on Maltar's mental discipline at the time.


~Transcendence: Crossing short distance in less than a blink of an eye can be hard to manage. A slight misjudgment of distance can be the difference between success and failure, and in some cases, life and death.

~Night Eyes: Having Night Eyes comes with only one drawback, that is a slight sensitivity to brightness and a greatened sensitivity to sudden illumination of light in a dark place.

~Mingle: regardless of the mental discipline acquired, the ability to camouflage into surroundings will last half a minute at best.



~ Perception Visionary: It is a combination of Maltar's Sorcerer and Ranger knowledge and his introverted disposition that has produced in him skills of keen observation and intuitive insight, to the point that he sometimes receives visions and perceptions of truths that lie beyond the apparent.

~ Arcana. Scholarin: Maltar's ability to decipher arcane script and symbols, as well as his proficiency in reading and speaking most languages and dialects is fundamental in solving related problems and acquiring communitive understanding.

~ Investigation. Scrutiny: Practiced observation in hunting and tracking has made Maltar attuned in detecting weaknesses in opponents, unobvious causes of death, wound types, and picking up on inconspicuous or obscure clues in uncertain situations.

~ Investigation. Phantom Eyes: These observation skills have taken on a new level of vision thanks to the spirit of the beast that resides inside Maltar, granting him the added ability to pick up on peoples auras, energy levels, and the capacity see and sometimes communicate with ghosts, spirits, and disembodied souls. At times like this, Maltar's eyes will become gilded with a gray mist.

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Maltar keeps a flask tethered to his belt at all times. He calls it his Burden Flask, as it contains the elixir that keeps his beast at bay. Malter brews more of the elixir as quickly as possible when the flask becomes half empty, which can be difficult because sometimes the ingredients aren't easily accessible.

Maltar has a pet - possibly a familiar - that only he can see... most of the time. This odd creature came to him three days after he was taken by the spirit beast and has stayed with him ever since.

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Age:

Unknown. Appearance of late teens.

Race:

Dragonian

Class:

Monk, Sorceror (Draconic Origins)

Weapons:

Martial Arts, Traps, Thrown Weapons.

Detailed Appearance:

Amandine is a figure, emanating an aura of mystery and grace. With mocha-coloured skin that hints at both her earthly roots and her inner strength, she stands at a modest 145 cm (4'9), a testament to her petite frame that belies the power concealed within.

Her most striking feature is her long, flowing white hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her hair is adorned with an elegant twin-tail on the top, intricately braided and entwined with exquisite ornaments that glimmer and reflect light like stars in the night sky. This ethereal display of her hair is a visual representation of her spiritual connection to her martial monk heritage.

But it is her eyes that truly capture the attention and fuel the rumours that surround her. Red as burning embers, they are said to flash with a slitted intensity akin to that of a dragon's gaze when she is stirred to anger or focus. This mystique only adds to her enigmatic allure, and it is often whispered that she has an ancient dragon's spirit coursing through her veins, gifting her with extraordinary abilities.

Amandine is often clad in loose, flowing outfits made of linen, a choice that might deceive the casual observer into presuming her to be a gentle priestess. However, these garments are the sacred attire of a martial monk, emphasizing her devotion to the art of combat and self-discipline. Like her hair, her clothing is also adorned with gold ornaments that serve as both symbols of her rank and achievements and as protection against malevolent forces.

Her petite stature might lead some to underestimate her, but that would be a grave mistake. Amandine's agility and nimbleness are legendary, allowing her to move with the grace and dexterity of a swirling wind. She is a master of evasive manoeuvres and can effortlessly avoid even the most precise strikes.

Yet, it is her hidden strength that truly sets her apart from others. Amandine possesses raw power that defies expectations. Her strikes are like thunderbolts, capable of shattering barriers and overcoming opponents far larger and more imposing than herself. She channels the might of her dragon lineage to enhance her physical abilities, and her inner reservoir of power seems boundless.

Though Amandine's past remains veiled in shadows, her martial monk training and rumoured draconic lineage have granted her an extraordinary presence on the battlefield. To encounter her is to witness a dance of divine power and mortal prowess, where her opponents find themselves awestruck and humbled by the might of this seemingly delicate warrior.

Bio History:

Amandine's origins can be traced back to the ancient and mystical Western Rife Mountains, a land once inhabited by majestic dragons and their devoted keepers, the Dragonians. The mountains were adorned with magnificent temples dedicated to these legendary creatures, where the Dragonians fostered a profound connection with their Dragon lords. After the Empire’s Great Hunt, and the rumours of the dragon’s extinction, these temples were abandoned. The passage of time has turned these once-gleaming temples into desolate ruins, void of life and purpose.

Among the abandoned temples, one stands as a beacon of resilience and mystery: the Temple of Gikn Gradon. While other temples have fallen prey to bandits and tomb raiders, the formidable reputation of the Temple of Gikn Gradon has kept most plunderers at bay. Numerous attempts to breach its sacred halls have been thwarted, with dire consequences for those who dared to venture too close.

In this enigmatic and perilous land, Amandine, a wandering monk, finds her purpose. As a guardian of her homeland's heritage, she roams the abandoned temples, offering solemn prayers and reverence to the spirits of the dragons that once graced those hallowed grounds.

Her mentor, a man with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, immersed himself in deciphering the ancient scripts of the dragons, believing that they held profound secrets and wisdom. Together, they sought to uncover the truth about an ancient plague and the crucial role the dragons played in protecting their people during those turbulent times, when blood and fire swept the land.

However, as her mentor delved deeper into the forbidden mysteries, he grew obsessed, wandering further and further away from the boundaries of their ancestral home in search of elusive truths. This obsession led him to encounter dark forces and clandestine dealings with the Emperor, raising suspicions of treason and betrayal.

The day her mentor vanished without a trace, leaving behind a diary filled with cryptic discoveries and evidence of his dangerous liaisons, Amandine faced a pivotal moment. Driven by her loyalty to her homeland and her mentor, she made the courageous decision to inform the council of his potential treachery. But she could not let his legacy be tainted without knowing the truth herself.

Determined to find her mentor and learn the whole truth, even if it meant silencing him as a traitor to her people, Amandine embarked on a perilous quest that would lead her beyond the familiar confines of the Western Rife Mountains. She sought answers in distant lands, where ancient secrets lay buried beneath layers of deceit and perilous adversaries lurked in the shadows.

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Amandine is not her birth name. It is a translation of her name from Dragon Script into the common tongue.

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25

Half-Dwarf

Female- She/Her Heterosexual


Paladin Bard


Stone Hammer. The hammer isn’t big, about the length of her arm, but it has a big old head on it and does a good job of whacking stuff. Pebble made it herself and her dad showed her how to cast an incantation on it to stop it from breaking. When she’s not using it, she hangs her hammer in her belt.

A steel hatchet! Peb’s forged her hatchet with her dad when she was just a wee girl. Her dad cast an incantation on it, the very same one he taught her to cast on her hammer years later. She hangs her hatchet in her belt.

A knife Pebble hewed away herself from a clomp of obsidian. She likes it. Yeppers, its home is a sheath on her belt!

Rocks. They’re good for throwing, and other things, and they can be found almost anywhere which means she doesn’t have to carry those lovely rough and jagged orbs around. Eh... okay, she does carry one rock around, but we’ll get into that topic later.


Don’t go being fooled by Pebble’s appearance! She is way older than she looks. Since Dwarves can live up to the ripe old age of 400 or older, they are considered young until roughly the age of 50. But heckers, yes, she is most definitely an adult at 25.

Pebble is an even five feet tall and weighs a whopping 240 pounds! Some might say “Heck, that girl eats too many muffins!” But she isn’t a big girl at all, and her muffin intake is average. She weighs so much because she inherited Dwarven muscle and bone density from her dad, making her strong as heck as well – stronger than most full-grown men. If anyone wants to squeeze her bicep, that small bulge is hard as a rock!

Pretty might be one way to describe Peb's, but ‘Cute as all heck’ is much more apt. Her acorn shaped face, mildly tanned and smooth tight skin, light brown freckles on her cheeks and button nose, soft full lips, big doe chestnut eyes, and her heavy wad of long mousy brown hair. This young lady is downright scrumptious!



To Hammer down a potentially long story, Pebble's daddy, Crag, hails from Blackrock, which is NOT part of Vradia, while her mother, Maleria, was born in Vradia. When Maleria was a young lady she met Crag while he was traveling through Vradia on a paladin missions. He stopped for a while. They bumped hips a lot. Popped out a baby girl. Made their home near the foothills of the Rife Mountains in the Sands of Regand.

Crag was very, very fond of the Sands of Regand, because it offered great access to mines. The man was a happy digger of ores to use in his craft. Crad was one of the best ever dwarf paladin warriors with skills in weapons and magic to match. That was until one day he had a run in with a tiny, tiny scorpion that stung his stubby leg. It was quite the nasty little bugger too, its deadly poison coursed his veins and if it hadn’t been for his Dwarven constitution he would have lost his life, not just the bottom half of his leg. There probably isn’t any point in mentioning that missing half a leg ended his life as an adventuring paladin.

Ideally, Crag would have loved for his dear little bundle of joy to follow in his footsteps, to travel and vanquish evil, fight for just causes and protect the little guy... like he wasn’t little at all himself. With hopes like that, Crag taught Pebble how to mine and forge weapons and to fight and wield magics like the Dwarf Paladin trooper he was.

Too bad Pebbles wasn’t really interested in carrying on her daddy’s legacy. She prefers to spend her time roaming around, checking things out, see what’s what. Guess you could call her the not-caring-much-about-anything wandering type, and that’s precisely what she does.

Pebble's mother was also the devoted little human mentor. Maleria was a pretty darn powerful Bard who loved hollering and singing pretty much all the darn time, but she was equally fond of the arts in alchemy and cooking up all sorts of special stuff that was good for health and healing and altering people’s minds. Folk would come from near and far to invest in many of her healing potions and mind-altering substances. Her muffins were a hit as well! Now, don’t go getting confused by this, Pebble’s mother didn’t consider herself an alchemist or mage, a Bard is what she was, but that little tidbit didn’t stop her from teaching Pebble what she knew about both her interests.

Pebble has a big old brain in her hard noggin. She’s a darn quick study and is all learned in the teachings her parents gave. However, fancying herself a Bard was only one of a few of her parents’ teachings that she enjoyed. Too bad Pebble has a totally nasty singing voice. She absolutely loves to sing but her singing is so hecking awful that her Bard powers have unpredictable results! It’s scary.

Pebble is pretty darn crazy. Her other loves are rocks and digging stuff up. She also likes to just go ahead and whack things for the heck of it, and she talks to herself a lot, too. Singing badly. Rambling to herself. Digging stuff up. Admiring rocks. Roaming around without a care in the whole wide world. That pretty much sums her up!

Can’t say precisely how long ago her parents disappeared. Peb’s isn’t a girl to keep track of time. But it sure as heck wasn’t too long ago she came home after a stint of digging stuff up in the Mines of Regand and saw her parent’s weren’t around. Eh, it was a tad stranger for her daddy not to be there since he’s missing half a leg and all. Surely, he couldn’t have gone far! Two days passed by and neither of her parents came home. The crazy young Human Dwarf was chomping on a stale muffin when she thought, heyo, maybe I’ll go on out and look for them.

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Pebbles has a backpack where she keeps her little pickaxe and other personals.

Pebbles is a decent cook and can quickly concoct different types of mind-altering substances.

Pebbles has a pet rock named Ed. She carries Ed in her pocket. Ed is made of minerals Pebble hadn’t seen before digging him up in a mine. Ed is very dense and doesn’t crack when she sings.

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25 Human Arcane Trickster Rogue, Illusion School Wizard Dagger Set: A set of finely crafted daggers is his weapon of choice—compact and easy to conceal. He is rather precise when throwing them. He has names for each dagger: Maura and Marci. Darts: Gus carries concealed small darts. These can be easily hidden on his person. He carries a variety of darts, one being laced with hallucinogens and another stylized in a way to make as much noise as possible when thrown. Gus Larkspur, at the age of 25, carries an air of mysterious charisma that is accentuated by his roguish and scruffy appearance. His tousled wavy brown hair frame a face marked by the hardships of street life and the mischievous glint in his eyes. His facial hair takes the form of a well-maintained goatee, adding a touch of rugged charm to his features. The goatee seems to mirror the playful curve of his lips when he flashes his trademark mischievous smile. Gus's attire is a testament to his pragmatic approach to life. Clad in a simple, practical outfit befitting a skilled rogue, he wears dark trousers and a comfortable yet durable shirt. The sleeves are often rolled up, revealing the lean muscles acquired through a life of cunning escapades. A distinctive element of Gus's ensemble is a vibrant, bright scarf that he wears with a casual flair. The scarf, a seemingly incongruous burst of colour amidst the shadows. It is, however, not merely an accessory. August Larkspur, born into the esteemed Larkspur noble family, displayed an innate magical ability from a young age. The Larkspurs, however, held a deep-seated prejudice against magic users, viewing them as a threat to the family's reputation. As August's abilities manifested, whispers of arcane dealings circulated through the noble circles. Facing public disgrace and fearing the consequences of having a magical heir, the Larkspurs decided to disown Gus. They were to be sent to the gallows, a grim fate for a noble child. Gus learned of the notorious reputation of the gallows and seized an opportunity to escape into the bustling downtown of Volenstul. While navigating the dangerous streets of Volenstul, Gus encountered a charismatic charlatan and illusionist named Marcel Duvall. Marcel, seeing potential in the young noble, took Gus under his wing. There was an unspoken understanding between them—Gus's magical abilities were accepted and even encouraged. Marcel became a mentor, a surrogate family member to Gus, filling the void left by the Larkspurs. Under Marcel's guidance, Gus learned the ways of illusion and trickery, honing their skills as an arcane trickster and a master swindler. The two formed a close bond, and Gus found solace in the camaraderie of the underworld. However, everything changed when Marcel disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The once thriving criminal empire fell into disarray, and Gus, feeling lost without their mentor, sought answers and purpose. In the search for Marcel, Gus joined a gang with aspirations for a big score, hoping to unravel the truth behind Marcel's disappearance and reclaim the stability they had lost.

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He has taken in a stray cat he has called Ayla to remember their encounter under the moon’s light. Theme Song:

Basic Information:

Age:

25 to 30

Race:

Orc, Human

Gender, Pronouns, Preferences:

Male- He/Him. Heterosexual

Class:

Monk, Druid

Weapons:

Martial Arts. Ice morph weapons.

Detailed Appearance:

Budi, of taupe complexion, will transpose to a Powder-blue pigmentation while morphing. Budi’s human side refused the development of tusks, but his Orc won the battle for height and immense strength. The Orc Man is a towering 7’10 construct of gargantuan muscular form.

Frost-blue irises jewel Budi’s normally bloodshot eyes. His full bottom lip has a slight protrusion as if from the tusks that never grew. His black hair grows long, yet only along the course of his sagittal suture. Budi does not produce facial hair. His strong nose and natural downward bowed brow characterizes conviction, opposing his blithe disposition.

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Budi’s first memory is of a time before his physical existence. It is a memory that recurs often in the form of visions and nightmares, depicting the violent day his human mother was taken by a band of Orc's. Assumptions have been set that the recollection delineates the day of Budi’s conception.

Budi was abandoned as a child. He was discovered by the Kice, a sect of strictly human Monks, in the wilderness of the Western Rife Mountains when he was a child of undefined age. Budi was clutching a small vial when discovered. He has not since let the vial depart his person. Said vial contains a girl of unknown origin.

The monastery of the remote Kice village, located in the Western Rife Mountains, became Budi’s dwelling. One monk druid by the name of Hon performed Budi’s tutorage. Hon instructed Budi in the ways of Kice Iceform magics, martial arts, and the study of life's harmonic balance. On ‘occasions’ when Budi misbehaved, the Kice Monks would refer to Budi as BB. Meaning ‘Bastard Budi’. A term of dubious endearment relative to Budi’s illegitimate conception. Budi will not accept Bastard or BB references from those who are not close acquaintances. For many a reason, however, Bastard Budi is a term he wears well.

Excluding the memory of his mother assaulted by a band of hostile Orc's, Budi has not encountered another of his kind. As such, until this present turning of the times, Budi has not experienced the many diversities and races outside the cold mountain region surrounding the Kice village.

Extra Information:

A leather satchel contains the total of Budi’s possessions.

A crystal vial Budi carries in his pocket. The vial is no bigger than a human finger. Corked within the vial is a girl. The girl's name is Pippa. Pippa has a staff.