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FourtyTwoFound a pic that fits the vibe I imagined for a Kalashtar (human, but a bit ethereal), so here's my character sheet.
Name: Mariel
Race: Kalashtar
Class: Druid (Circle of the Moon)
Background: Faction Agent (Plane-Tenders)
Personality Traits:
• I have a lesson for every situation, drawn from observing nature.
• I feel far more comfortable around animals than people.
Bonds:
• An injury to the unspoiled wilderness of my home is an injury to me.
• I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.
• I will do anything to protect the temple where I served.
Ideals:
• The natural order must be respected and preserved.
• Nature across the planes must be protected.
Flaws:
• I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.
• I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.
• Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.
Appearance:
Personality:
Stubborn, driven, and carrying a fresh wound, a deep cut, that borders on panic given the disappearance of Tir na Og.
The wild, untamed druid that many expect, Mariel is nonetheless unlikely to bite someone in polite company or forget to wear pants. Strangely for a hardheaded druid, Mariel finds cities fascinating, seeing them as stone forests, full of their own peculiar wilderness. Her disinterest in table manners is mitigated by her innate ability to understand others and a carefully nurtured gift of perception.
A devoted member of the Plane Tenders, Mariel has traveled between worlds and is dedicated to protecting the unique ecosystems that can be found across all of the Planes of Existence.
Backstory:
A child of Tir na Og, Mariel remembers little of her parents. Steadfast nature worshipers, they were lost fighting an incursion of fell beings in a distant plane. An orphan, with no family to speak of, Mariel was raised by Alundal the Old, an elven druid who’s years seemed to number less only than the countless stars shining down on Tir na Og.
Her home was no building. No structure wrought out of wood, stone, or mud. She learned to live in the wilderness. In the fresh air, beneath the open sky. A glen in a sea of trees was her temple. Her home. Alundal brought her often to Summeroak. To see the others of her their order.
She was happy with Alundal. She loved the forest. She loved the plants that sustained her. She loved the animals that taught her the ways of the forest. She loved the wind that gently touched her. She loved the water that quenched her thirst. She loved the sunless days. And she loved the starless nights, full of calm.
As she grew, from sapling to small tree, Alundal saw that she learned to care for the nature that surrounded her. The wise elf initiated her into the ancient practices and rites of her order. From Alundal she learned to speak the druidic tongue. From Alundal she learned to shift forms, becoming a true creature of the wilderness.
At Alundal’s encouragement, Mariel began to travel. She saw planes far different from Tir na Og. Planes of air, fire, water, and earth. Planes full of cities. Planes full of civilization. Even away from the wilderness, she found nature. No matter where she went there were was nature to nurture. There were always animals to shepherd and plants to protect. Her calling was to wander.
She was in Sigil, at Alundal’s request, walking through the dizzying streets in search of some ancient wizard her mentor trusted when word reached her that Tir na Og had vanished. Disbelieving she abandoned the quest her mentor had assigned her and threw herself heedlessly into a frenzied attempt to discover what happened to her home.
Race: Kalashtar
Class: Druid (Circle of the Moon)
Background: Faction Agent (Plane-Tenders)
Personality Traits:
• I have a lesson for every situation, drawn from observing nature.
• I feel far more comfortable around animals than people.
Bonds:
• An injury to the unspoiled wilderness of my home is an injury to me.
• I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.
• I will do anything to protect the temple where I served.
Ideals:
• The natural order must be respected and preserved.
• Nature across the planes must be protected.
Flaws:
• I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.
• I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.
• Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.
Appearance:
Personality:
Stubborn, driven, and carrying a fresh wound, a deep cut, that borders on panic given the disappearance of Tir na Og.
The wild, untamed druid that many expect, Mariel is nonetheless unlikely to bite someone in polite company or forget to wear pants. Strangely for a hardheaded druid, Mariel finds cities fascinating, seeing them as stone forests, full of their own peculiar wilderness. Her disinterest in table manners is mitigated by her innate ability to understand others and a carefully nurtured gift of perception.
A devoted member of the Plane Tenders, Mariel has traveled between worlds and is dedicated to protecting the unique ecosystems that can be found across all of the Planes of Existence.
Backstory:
A child of Tir na Og, Mariel remembers little of her parents. Steadfast nature worshipers, they were lost fighting an incursion of fell beings in a distant plane. An orphan, with no family to speak of, Mariel was raised by Alundal the Old, an elven druid who’s years seemed to number less only than the countless stars shining down on Tir na Og.
Her home was no building. No structure wrought out of wood, stone, or mud. She learned to live in the wilderness. In the fresh air, beneath the open sky. A glen in a sea of trees was her temple. Her home. Alundal brought her often to Summeroak. To see the others of her their order.
She was happy with Alundal. She loved the forest. She loved the plants that sustained her. She loved the animals that taught her the ways of the forest. She loved the wind that gently touched her. She loved the water that quenched her thirst. She loved the sunless days. And she loved the starless nights, full of calm.
As she grew, from sapling to small tree, Alundal saw that she learned to care for the nature that surrounded her. The wise elf initiated her into the ancient practices and rites of her order. From Alundal she learned to speak the druidic tongue. From Alundal she learned to shift forms, becoming a true creature of the wilderness.
At Alundal’s encouragement, Mariel began to travel. She saw planes far different from Tir na Og. Planes of air, fire, water, and earth. Planes full of cities. Planes full of civilization. Even away from the wilderness, she found nature. No matter where she went there were was nature to nurture. There were always animals to shepherd and plants to protect. Her calling was to wander.
She was in Sigil, at Alundal’s request, walking through the dizzying streets in search of some ancient wizard her mentor trusted when word reached her that Tir na Og had vanished. Disbelieving she abandoned the quest her mentor had assigned her and threw herself heedlessly into a frenzied attempt to discover what happened to her home.
