//SELF
Name: Tripeace
Tripeace has been given many names. Three-Faced-Fuck was his least favourite. The three Lithlings called him Bra More. They explained that it was a joke, but Tripeace did not get it. His name now is a pun, his own. Three meanings for three faces. He is quite proud of it.
Age: 38
Ancestry: Cacogen
Appearance: Five dark, liquid eyes shared among three faces: left, centre, right. Dark hair, dark beard, dark skin. Long moustaches. Four arms, two approaching normal, two like lumps of slag, ending in fused hands of two and three digits.
He wears Bags For Carrying His Things and a robe that is Old But Comfortable.
//SOUL
PERSONAL GOAL:
Tripeace is a being of humble goals. Finding the Eighteen Lost Arts, for instance, and thereby achieving immortality or enlightenment (or both, it’s unclear on that matter). They may be hidden within the vaults, or within memories, or custom. So Tripeace searches, as much driven by the promise of eternal life or understanding as by simply wanting to know what the eighteen arts are.
Tripeace also harbours other such humble goals as World Peace and Saving Urth from Dying.
LIKES:
Music and languages
The sound of sand, particularly the noise made when two handfuls are spilled onto the ground through spread fingers
Living things
Riddles
DISLIKES:
Violence
The colour red
The dark
Long silences in his head that make him feel alone
Riddles
PERSONALITY QUIRKS: Belief in reincarnation: he will not harm what he believes to be alive, due to the karmic burden and because he is not a Mean Person.
Voices speak inside his head; he believes these are his past lives. They keep him company when Others are not around.
Naive.
//SPIRIT
MAJOR SKILLS:Cartography and mathematics
Music
Literate
Violence
MINOR SKILLS: Understands Lithling
Memory for stories and song
Can field dress most humanoids
GIFT:Skimming surface thoughts and emotions
SOURCE OF GIFT: It is a hazy memory, like a dream just remembered. There was a buzzing. If bees still lived, it might be compared to a swarm of them, big enough to block out the sky. Fitting, because darkness also comes with that memory. A long, darkness, and pain. Tripeace cannot remember if he could Skim before that noisome darkness. This is because Tripeace cannot remember anything before it.
//STORY
A glass dome, stretching high overhead, a second sky. A woman’s face. The memories of a past reincarnation, surely. Whoever she was, she must have meant a lot, for when her face floats into his head, he finds tears sneaking down his cheeks.
The buzzing darkness.
Others. Mutants, all around. His tribe. They do things and…
Three rolling prisms of greens and blues. The Lithlings. He went with them, drawn. It was they who gave Tripeace his one and only exotica, so he might speak with them in their native manner, and to the universe. Music. They teach him. They are the only beings to have shown him kindness. They impart much wisdom, set him on his searching path, explain the virtues of peace. Rescue him from something…
Leaving, have to leave, for A Great And Many Reasons. The Broad Miasma is one, and the Lithlings must travel through it. Tripeace cannot follow. He would die and be reborn and might forget he has to search. This would be bad. He sings their names for them with his exotica long after he loses sight of them. They are sad songs.
Tripeace continues to search. He used to get lost, but then remembered he knew how to avoid that. He does not know from which past life this knowledge came.
//SUPPLIES
EQUIPMENT: Exotica: A Turquoise Lithling Flute. It resonates and pulses with light, and so using it, one skilled in the ways may speak Lithling. Music is not too dissimilar.
Things By Which To Calculate Position Using The Sun And Stars
Papers loosely bound together, on which there are words
TRINKETS:
TBC