⍚ Rimguage, third of his name, Wolfrahg ⥥
19 ⥥
Male ⥥
Heterosexual ⍚ "Monsters feed off fear, so spite them with your joy."
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A P P E A R A N C E
Rimguage is no slight of a man, he is 6"5 and well built with well defined muscle mass. He considers it a mark of his hard work and success out in the wilderness hunting, and will show off his muscles with pride in the summer. He has a well defined jawline and milky blue eyes that cause alot of controversy when around neighbouring clans - despite the whispers and murmurings and occasionally having the warding sign held up to him, Rimguage see's it as a boon. After all, the enemies of Clan Wolfraug think twice about messing with a clan who's future heir is a boy marked by the beast. He has long raggedy black hair and obstinantly refuses to grow a beard, which the men in his clan mock him for (smooth faced like a boy!) but they do begrudge and admire his determination on the subject, despite it affecting his chances of finding a bride. He wears two black crow feathers on his ears, and each lobe is stretched by a small gauge, his Clan's proof of manhood given upon their Coming of Age ceremony.
The mark of his Curse sits square on his cheek, a jagged design that, as his lifeforce ebbs, spreads in jagged shards across his body, darkening and splintering his skin like cooled molten rock. As it worsens, within the cracks a sickly green light hums quietly, a strange sound reminiscent of the Merry month of May.
In winter, he wraps himself up in thick woolens that cover most all of his body. Pelts of grey decorate his shoulders and warm his back. Thick straps, adorned with celtic embroidery (rough to the touch, made from a specific hardy annual native to his home turf) snake across his torso, their ornate design betraying his royal Chieftan heritage long before his name is given. A belt of leathers holds fast at his hips, decorated with small animal skulls and other omens, as well as a few small pouches filled with various items, powder and spices for his craft. A pair of huge great clonking boots lined with fur and made from animal skin come up to his midshin, bound tight to his legs with interlaced fibre ropes to keep out the cold. His arms are bound with similar style bracers, though he'll only wear those in the cold.
In the summer or in warmer climates, he is happy to run around topless, bar a necklace that hangs round his neck and rests on his collarbone. On it rests a collection of colourful feathers, shining gemstones and animal teeth, both a talisman to ward off evil spriits and a trophy of his conquests. In winter he wears a similar talisman, though decorated with grey and black feathers, a few wild rabbit feet, and a different (far more menacing) set of teeth. The monsters in the winter are in some ways far more ruthless then the summer, after all, and he could do with all the protection he can get. He seems happiest this time of year, and often the sound of his raucous laughter drifts up to the village green from the lake within the forest around this time.
He has an old scar, quite fierce looking, gorged into the skin of his left forearm around the elbow. A run in with a boar when he was younger.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Playful ⥥ Inappropriate ⥥ Dutiful ⥥ Burdened by Honour
Folks are often taken aback by Rimguage's personality. They see an imposing man, tall and powerful, a man who's inherited his father's jaw and blank yet stern expression. His milky eyes surely stare off far into the future, he must be a man weighed down by all the strangeness he has seen, and burdened by the responsibility of one day being Chieftan.
But it couldn't be further from the truth.
Rimguage is a cheerful, upbeat and cheaky sort - often this catches people offguard, as he bares little sign of it on his face. His lips are drawn into a thin line and his eyebrows sit low against his eyes, giving him the appearance he is always staring out into the world judgingly. As it is, his sudden humourous outbursts, often quite dry in nature, tend to make people do a second take. Did this stern beast of a man really just say that? Honestly he quite enjoys their confusion, and it will usually be a number of days before people twig his mischievious, playful nature.
He is learnt that, to please his father, it is best to appear daunting and immovable, for the good of the Clan. His duty comes first, of course, and while Rimguage would rather be prancing in the wilderness under the summer sun, he is wearied by his responsibilities. During clan negotiations and while on "duty", Rimguage does his best to give the appearance of a strong and loving leader. And loving, he certainly is.
Still, Rimguage lacks his father's experience, and needs an outlet for his restlessly playful soul. He will often romp off into the nearby forest, and will often spend hours at a time out in the meadows and glens. Particularly if he can find a clanswoman out and about or two - being the heir certainly does have it's bonuses.
Yes, Rimguage is a flirty fool, often motivated by his desire to catch a lady's eye. It is all in good humour, and he would never take another's wife, though in his hiddenmost thoughts a couple of times he's had the desire on his more drunken nights. To be more accurate, he loves to make people happy and see them happy - and what better way then to remind a woman of her awe and beauty?
He is a people person and loves to bring people together. He has been known to try and set up his friends and clanmates, to mixed results. His strong hand in Clan matters and his kindness as a person has led to him inspiring loyalty in his people and being beloved by them.
(If love is rolled in RRA: Rimguage will be married to that person, this will be added to)
He's an upbeat, cheeky sort, but often bares no sign of it on his face. After all, he is expected to do his duty for his clan
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B I O G R A P H Y
Rimguage was birthed three years after the last male heir died. May Melra (May being the equivalent of Mrs in his culture) and Relmir, Forth of his name, his father and mother, had had difficulty conceiving compared to many families of this time period. Before his birth they had three daughters and a son. One girl was stillborn, another taken by sickness at the age of four. Their eldest son, Wilrag, second of his name, past away one particularly cold winter.
It was two years after his coming of age ceremony and a demonic boar had been terrorising the area. One night, two children from camp were missing. A snowstorm was sweeping in and Wilrag, honorable and proud, went searching for them as the snow began to fall.
It was three days before things quietened down enough in the camp to send out a search party. The frozen mauled corpses of Wilrag and the children were found near the mountains, red and black blood spattering the landscape. Wilrag was the perfect heir, and the clan grieved for him for many years after his death, even when Rimguage was a small child.
A year passed. That following spring his parents, too old now to conceive, sent emissaries out in search of a shaman who could help them. That autumn one finally returned with a magick worker great enough for the job: he promised the Chief a strong healthy boy, but the cost of such a thing would be when it was time for his death, it would be a slow and painful one.
In time the decision was made, and the rites performed: Rimgauge was born, but his haunting eyes stared off into the distance and a foreboding birthmark blemished his cheek.
He was a beautiful baby and sure enough, grew into a healthy boy. From a young age he understood his brother's Wilrag's sacrifice, and saw in his father's eyes that he would never hold the same reverence to him. Wilrag was strong and noble and serious, and Rimguage was playful and mischievous and fun-loving. He'd often run off on adventures or played tricks on the tribesfolk, and while he was beloved by his clan, he was not considered good Chieftan material by any. As he grew the Clan Elders and shamans took to teaching him, and while he showed little interest in schooling, he had a knack for understanding the occult and the nature of spirits.
Perhaps in other places his gifts and his appearance would of left him alienated or punished - but the Wolfrahg clan, like many, were not strangers to the weird and wonderful. Many of them, living on the outskirts of the north, were born of giant's blood. One girl in the clan was part frostsprite, her father a creature who had protected her mother from harm one fierce winter day, though seduced her in the process.
Despite the harsh landscape, Rimguage had a happy childhood, and managed to grow up mostly ignoring his future as Chieftan.
By the time he hit ten, though, he began to realise his position in the Tribe (if only because he realised how wonderful ladies suddenly are and how they'd pay attention to him because of his status). It was time to face his inability to be anything like Wilrag, and it pained him to think about it - his father had shown him kindness, but even now he looked at Rimguage with eyes that spoke of a sadness unabounded. He began to take his studies more seriously, and he taught himself to hide his playful nature (mostly). People began to see the future of their clan within him, and pride for him swelled in their chest. As he grew, he grew healthy, strong and tall: for a while he was known as Oak among his friends, for he was built strong and true like the Great Tree in the forest.
Rimguage was one of three boys to turn 15 one warm year. There was a great celebration, and he was painted in warpaint and dressed in a simple loincloth for his Coming of Age Ceremony. Him and the other males were sent out into the woods, and told to only return once they had killed a beast. Rimgauge found no game on the first day, and slept the night out under the stars hidden in the brush.
To this day he believed it to be fate, for underneath him was the cave of the Boar who maimed his brother. The battle that raged between them was a fierce and bloody one, the boar - three times his size - goaring a gash through his arm. Considering the fight it was a light wound, for the creature could easily have taken his arm, but even so the deep cut was quite severe. He bested the beast by slamming his weapon down it's throat, and broke off a small tooth to bring back as proof of his kill. Making his way back to camp, they sent some hunters back for the carcass, as Rimguage collapsed from his accursed wound.
It almost killed him. It was two weeks before Rimguage awoke, delirious and babbling gibberish with a high fever. Another two weeks before he was fully nursed back to health by the shamans that worked day and night to combat the boar's evil magic.
When he entered the roundhouse his father looked at him in a way he had never seen before. His triumph was celebrated, and his parents embraced him, more relieved that he was alive then they could ever say.
Bearing in mind we start in a tribal era: You are most likely part of a small, primitive settlement or maybe a lone wolf. The world is bursting to the brim with powerful magical creatures, many of which would probably like to feast on you. Magic and mystery abound all around you and superstition isn't just a way of life - it can help you survive.
What has your human life been like growing up? What are your family and clan like?"
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Jolly Pan, the May King ⥥
God of Excess; Joy and Spring ⥥
Male ⥥
Polyamorous ⍚ "One morning I was out walking in the merry month of May,
I heard such music from the forest that I could do nought but obey.
My feet carried me deeper, following the enchanting sounds,
and there I saw a great feast, where merryment abounds.
the dancers! the songs! the liquour and the glee!
oh! A man of golds and greens came and swept me off my feet.
His eyes were dashing silver, his hair like purest sunlight,
He lifted me towards the heavens and spun me round with all his might.
He wore a gleeful smile and his words were whispered sweet and true,
"Stay with me this night and a world of beauty I shall show you."
And so I rested within his bed of moss and wildflowers,
we danced, we sung, we feasted and spoke lovingly into the small hours.
But when the dawn awoke me I rested alone in the clearing,
and heading home my ears rung with that haunted night of cheering.
But where my hovel once stood a town now had taken root,
for a hundred years hence had past, of this I could not confute.
and so the days they passed and I pined for that night of revelry,
until one night when I was old and grey I heard that haunting melody...
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GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Pan stands at 6"2 with long, flowing golden hair that has a halo of light behind it. Following him everywhere are the sounds of the spring forest, as well as a subtle enchanting music that seems to permeate the beings of mortal's around him, bringing a peace and calm and subtle joy to their souls. Two horns curl back from his temples, the colour of bark, though well kept and often shining in the sunlight. His ears are delicately pointed, and he opts for a simple goatee to frame his face.
Pan is a satyr, with dark brown fur covering his legs leading into cloven hooves. He can turn his shape into a pure human at will, but often prefers to stay in his natural state, and tempt all those humans who come near him to judge a book by it's contents and not by his cover. Indeed he seems to take great joy in the challenge of opening others up to the wonders and beauty of the world - though with mortals this isn't hard, given their ease for submitting to the will of the immortal creatures.
Around his neck he wears a series of long bands and ropes that loop and thread about his neck and chest. He often opts for simpler clothing: a loincloth, perhaps, or a kilt-like item when others are nervous around his sense of personal freedom of dress. He can often be seen sporting some sort of instrument - the panflute is a favourite, but he also enjoys the lyre. You could give him any instrument and he would be able to play it as if he was born doing so.
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K N O W N F O R
+ Parties
+ Luring travellers to dine and celebrate with him
+ The beauty of spring
+ Excess, whether that be drinking or seduction
+ A joy of life
+ Friendly, upbeat, cheerful
+ Occasionally tricking im/mortals in good humour
+ Laziness
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F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
They say that Pan was born the day a mortal saw spring and thought it to be good. In many ways he has a childlike wonder for the world and a reverence for beauty, with a dislike for hard work and a lazy-day attitude. It is often thought he was born from the eyes of a child, given his lack of responsibility for the wider world. He spent many a day simply lazing around, having parties with the sprites and dryads, or luring mortals to a lavish feast that they would pine for till the day they died. Not his fault his celebrations were so great that nothing in this world was as good.
One of the most formative moments for Pan was when he laid eyes on his Starkissed. A polyamorous creature in the extremist sense, a free spirit who'd often try to bed many a passing dame, suddenly struck by a momentous devotion he could not explain. His lover allowed him his folly with mortal creatures, but of the immortals she was the only one in his eye: A beauty so wondrous and a spirit so pure that he could see no other creature as lovely as she.
And so he devoted every moment to wooing her, until she finally gave to him, after setting many tests to assess his devotion (he was, after all, a notorious womaniser and a deftly playful trickster). By the time she was sure of his feelings she could no longer deny her own, and their halls were filled with laughter and beauty far greater then Pan could ever have conjured himself.
It was a sad day when Pan fell to the mortal realm. His lover was taken from him first by the curse, and in the early days he went to find and be with her in the mortal planes, watching her grow up, searching for a solution. She had no memory of him, and it was painful, but in time he grew to find joy in her human forms.
That was, until, she started to remember him, and with it her true life.
Tapping into her abiltiies, Pan watched her die lifetime after lifetime. The grief was immense for him, and the long years trapsing across the world, awaiting her new incarnation, trying to find the family she had been born to - even for an immortal, it was earth-shatteringly painful.
Pan went mad, his magic becoming corrupted by his deep grief. His beautiful celebrations - which he held little - these days brought with them their own curse. A sour note touched the land he walked through, no longer bringing life and beauty where we went, but distorting that into horrifying mirrors of what they once were. The love he brought to people, and practiced himself, was cruel and twisted. He brought with him jealousy, impurity, distrust and evil wherever he went.
And so, his grief overpowering his sense, he allowed the Dark Gods to take and curse him, for they had already broken his spirit. As his immortal soul was ripped from his vessel and sent to the human realm, his screams of agony filled the sky like a lamenting widow. For as his soul was placed in a mortal form, his connection with the forest grew stifled, and he felt as if a part of him was caged beyond his reach.
And then he forgot everything, to be born as Rimgauge.
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S K I L L S E T
- Occult: Rimgauge was gifted and received tutelege from the Shamans of his clan. He is good at interpretting occult or magickal energies, and can act on them as needbe.
- Presense: As future Chieftan, and as a pretty imposing man anyway, Rimguage has an undeniable presence to him. He is intimidating to look at, and people are more likely to listen to him and give his words weight.
- Tracking: Rimguage is good at tracking creatures and humanoids, particularly in forests or areas of difficult terrain.
- Staves - Rimguage is exceptionally good at fighting with staves, staffs or sticks, particularly two handed.
- Built like an Ox - Rimguage is powerful and can take quite the beating. Often he will try to protect others by throwing himself into the heart of combat.
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A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock. Only the first ability shall be available in their first life.Life Force:
0/0 (ignore for now)Revelry: Weakest Ability
Known for a excessive lifestyle and a love of all things euphoric or intoxicating, Pan the May God was good at luring travellers to his celebrations by letting them see and experience exactly what they've always wanted.
Intoxicating Touch: Rimguage touches another being, causing them to become intoxicated or euphoria/high. Initially they will experience this pleasurably, but this quickly dissolves into how they would be normally if intoxicated/euphoric. During this experience, there is a 20% chance that Rimguage will become influenced by their state, and become intoxicated/euphoric himself.
My Dearest Friend, Rimguage!: Rimguage appears to another as if he perfectly belongs. He fits in at a celebration, he looks like one of the guards, he appears as an evil henchmen, he doesn't stick out at a gathering of harpies. No one asks questions as to why he is there, he just is. Of course he's there! He's always been there, right? This effect only lasts an hour maximum, and when a character looks away from Rimguage, he is easily forgetable. Looking back at him will trigger a brief sense of comaraderie, or a sense of "ah yes! Rimguage is here, great." and in some cases a desire to confide in him. Any tasks given to Rimguage will only be remembered while looking directly at him. However, he would not hold up to constant or extreme scrutiny, and if a person felt threatened or heightened sense of distrust/danger due to a situation, this illusatory feeling would break.
Delusions of Granduer: Rimguage instills a magical illusion, mental manipulation into a character. They will interpret everything they see around them as the best possible situation for themselves, sometimes even deluding themselves into seeing things that aren't even there. They are unable to interpret anything negatively towards themselves, and anything that would conflict with this worldview, or would only be intepreted purely negatively, cannot be seen by them.
The Chorus of SpringPan the May God was known for his love of spring, and typically only conducted his merrymaking in forests during this time of the year. He had a deep connection to nature and beauty.The trees guide me Rimguage can walk through one tree to appear somewhere else.
The plants hear me Rimguage can manipulate plantlife to do his bidding, including ensnaring or rooting enemies.
I strengthen their song:Rimguage can summon, awaken or create the spirits of the forest: He can imbue a tree with the consciousness of a treant, summon the aid of nymphs sleeping in forest brooks, or entice a horde of forest sprites to come to his aid.
Life's Greatest Gifts: Joy AbsoluteDescriptionAn End to Suffering The May King removes any pain or suffering from a creature or person. This can also be used to remove emotional pain or painful memories from someone's psyche. This brings relief to a character and, often, triggers them to remember a happy memory they had forgotten or that is precious to them.
Lord of the Dance: The May King births the sounds of a mystical, enchanted music all around him. All those nearby are compelled to dance to it's tune immediately, forgoing both food and water. The effect stays in place for as long as there is music for them to dance to, and then for an hour afterwards.
Blessed be the Joyful:
The May King sends out a shockwave of energy that bursts through the landscape, bringing growth to plants and beauty to the land. All who feel it are uplifted into a state of pure joy and happiness. Any violence, anger or maliciousness instantly abates, replaced instead with joy, love, lust and the desire to celebrate. Many will shortly burst into tears, dance or grab the object of their affections and hold them tight, confessing their love. This effect stays in place in the area for a minimum of three days, often longer.[ ⍚ ]
I N V E N T O R Y
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O T H E R
#ff8d02 is his colour code,
+ Myr and May = Miss and Mrs in his culture respectfully.
+ Wolfrahg is a northern clan: north enough to get snowstorms and rough autumns/winters, but experiences cool springs and warmish summers. The camp itself is on highground in a clearing surrounded by woodland to the east and west, with a good view over the plains to the south and mountains to the north. They do not live at the end of the world, and there is vast expanses of land to the North, though few from Wolfrahg have bothered to travel so far north over such dangerous terrain.
+ Rimguage is the heir of his clan Wolfrahg. If Love/Crush is rolled in the RRA, he would probably be married or at the very least betrothed to that character. This is completely up for discussion, though please bear in mind this is my preference :D If this happens, I would like to discuss the possibility of Rimrauge having an heir himself, as - let's be honest - our characters are alll going to die horribly soon and he wont get to become Chieftain. Failing this (or if you'd simply not prefer this/Love is not rolled for him) he would likely have an illegitimate son somewhere, so that Wolfrauge could potentially continue into the next era :D[ ⍚ ]
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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