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Woot! Welcome to this shit.I was gonna treat this like a MySpace page, but I don't think I really even know what MySpace was. That poor thing. Anyhow!
I myself have been a large World of Warcraft fan most of my life, so my knowledge of the lore and universe is quite extensive. It would also be one of my largest passions for role-playing. So anyone who would like that sint hesitate to hit me up.
Beyond that, I enjoy Sci fi, dystioian/eutopian, general high fantasy, some dark gritty fantasy. Quite the loser as you can tell lol.
If I had to bring my experience into question, I'd say I'm quite adept at the English language with at least a basic understanding of its functionality and such. Although I can be superfluous and verbose where it doesn't call. Who doesn't like to sound smart though right?
Then I'd say I'm quite an experienced Rper with a fascination with creating and developing characters. I am very proud of characters I created as I feel they're rather balanced and realistic depictions of a person.
Not too big a fan of Mary sues or all powerful characters. Not to say I only create weak losers who can't accomplish anything. Just that my characters have very obvious flaws and hindrances that make them vulnerable. I enjoy developing and growing a character over time as they envelope and become more or even less than what I may have originally imagined.
Tgats the beauty of role-playing. It doesn't always happen as you would necessarily want it to. Anything is possible. That is what I love about this hobby.
Now that all that's out of the way, let's get into stuff about me. I'm 19,avid reader in case you couldn't tell. Very well spoken in my opinion. Lover of discussion and intelligent debate. Hell, Im just an all around chill person to be around in my opinion.
Well at the moment that does it. Can't think of anymore dukey to put in here XD but yeah. Message me let's rp. Let's be friends. Hell let's go egg houses if you really want to. Enjoy! Excuse the garbage autocorrect. This all comes from my phone xD
I myself have been a large World of Warcraft fan most of my life, so my knowledge of the lore and universe is quite extensive. It would also be one of my largest passions for role-playing. So anyone who would like that sint hesitate to hit me up.
Beyond that, I enjoy Sci fi, dystioian/eutopian, general high fantasy, some dark gritty fantasy. Quite the loser as you can tell lol.
If I had to bring my experience into question, I'd say I'm quite adept at the English language with at least a basic understanding of its functionality and such. Although I can be superfluous and verbose where it doesn't call. Who doesn't like to sound smart though right?
Then I'd say I'm quite an experienced Rper with a fascination with creating and developing characters. I am very proud of characters I created as I feel they're rather balanced and realistic depictions of a person.
Not too big a fan of Mary sues or all powerful characters. Not to say I only create weak losers who can't accomplish anything. Just that my characters have very obvious flaws and hindrances that make them vulnerable. I enjoy developing and growing a character over time as they envelope and become more or even less than what I may have originally imagined.
Tgats the beauty of role-playing. It doesn't always happen as you would necessarily want it to. Anything is possible. That is what I love about this hobby.
Now that all that's out of the way, let's get into stuff about me. I'm 19,avid reader in case you couldn't tell. Very well spoken in my opinion. Lover of discussion and intelligent debate. Hell, Im just an all around chill person to be around in my opinion.
Well at the moment that does it. Can't think of anymore dukey to put in here XD but yeah. Message me let's rp. Let's be friends. Hell let's go egg houses if you really want to. Enjoy! Excuse the garbage autocorrect. This all comes from my phone xD
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"Yes acceptance. For nothing else will push your forward in this time." Aredis chided, sounding confident enough, even though the man was still coming to grips with what good accepting the death of his God would do as well. It seemed to calm him a bit to lie to others. It was all he could do to not break down the longer he dwelled on the thought. Perhaps that was just due to all of the pain he was experiencing from his shoddily repaired limbs. He had still not even come to see any of the mayhem that occurred in the civilized areas. Yet if the beasts of the forest had gone so berserk, he shuddered at the idea of what state the people were in. As it had seemed, his God was not the only that had perished, this idea shook him deeply. Who could have dismantled the entirety of the Heavenly Accord?
Amidst this emotional crisis, his thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a strong hand shoving him from the side and to the ground. In his stumble he landed awkwardly on his bad leg, wincing and letting out a sharp hiss from between grinding teeth. The cane with the head of a badger clattered to the floor beside him with a solid sound. Turning his head back to face the lizard man, who was no longer regarding him directly, he spit at the thighs feet. "You mean to tell me that you are a dragon? It had been some years since a dragon graced me with their majesty, yet I do recall them being significantly larger, with wings, and no walking upright upon two legs. So in that case you must be a half breed or no dragon at all. Just some pathetic beast that wishes to claim greatness."
He was sure he would regret that biting retort, yet it mattered little. The damned thing had taken such offense to what was a simple comment. While Aredis certainly thought less of the beast folk and half breeds, this one had not wronged him in any way so he had reserved judgment. It pained him that in his current state there was little he could do to defend himself. While the world still answered to his touch and would bend to his will to a degree, it might as well not matter as nearly all of it was dead or dying. That was going to change however, Aredis would heal this land. Make it whole again and relish in the song of the earth. For what else has he spent his life doing but training to bring peace to the flora and fauna of this land? At this unfortunate moment however, he would've payed someone to tear his leg off if it ended the pain. The one legged priest would've been an interesting sight.
Amidst this emotional crisis, his thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a strong hand shoving him from the side and to the ground. In his stumble he landed awkwardly on his bad leg, wincing and letting out a sharp hiss from between grinding teeth. The cane with the head of a badger clattered to the floor beside him with a solid sound. Turning his head back to face the lizard man, who was no longer regarding him directly, he spit at the thighs feet. "You mean to tell me that you are a dragon? It had been some years since a dragon graced me with their majesty, yet I do recall them being significantly larger, with wings, and no walking upright upon two legs. So in that case you must be a half breed or no dragon at all. Just some pathetic beast that wishes to claim greatness."
He was sure he would regret that biting retort, yet it mattered little. The damned thing had taken such offense to what was a simple comment. While Aredis certainly thought less of the beast folk and half breeds, this one had not wronged him in any way so he had reserved judgment. It pained him that in his current state there was little he could do to defend himself. While the world still answered to his touch and would bend to his will to a degree, it might as well not matter as nearly all of it was dead or dying. That was going to change however, Aredis would heal this land. Make it whole again and relish in the song of the earth. For what else has he spent his life doing but training to bring peace to the flora and fauna of this land? At this unfortunate moment however, he would've payed someone to tear his leg off if it ended the pain. The one legged priest would've been an interesting sight.
Will reply on lunch in an hour ish
I plan to just wait until I feel most people have done their thing. :)
"Dragons, yes. However, humans-" Aredis winced when the woman clasped his weak shoulder and then let out a small groan when she toppled over, nearly pulling him down with her. His shoulder ached profusely. Having lost his train of thought, he had meant to finish, yet the lizard had already stalked over to the apparent devout woman. Curiosity, as well as dull pain, tugged at his mind and drew him to follow the man beast and the orc to the woman on the floor. She was obscenely inebriated. It seemed she had plenty to forget and come to terms with, just as he. Another person of faith trying to discover themselves all over again. With a labored and slow movement, he grasped the carved badger head of his staff and would tap the woman's played leg with a gentle tink tink.
"Indeed, our eyes that were opened are now closed, gouged as you said." Aredis replied to her previous comment. "Yet as much as I would discuss such a thing, the world laments. The earth cries out in such abject agony that any of. Us may only guess at." The druid closed his eyes and let out some deep breaths and continued. "I understand that some find comfort in the arms of a maid, or the bottom of a stein. However, that comfort is short lived for reality must return eventually, and you would be none better off upon sobering. I suggest you and the other about this place accept what has happened." Hair had fallen in his face now, and he pushed it aside with a stained finger. He stretched his bare feet against the warm wood and dirt floor. They were were blackened by the elements, calloused from years of wear in the brush. Pulling his hair back behind his head, he removed his hands and it stayed in a makeshift pony tail with no apparent fasten.
The sound within the bar had begun to Mae his head pound. Without waiting for the woman to answer, he would turn brusquely to the lizard man and attempt. To finish his conversation.
"You appear a muddied half breed. That is what is unnatural about you. I love all creatures of this world that come about by the grace of the...former...Earthmother." Perhaps Aredis was indignant, perhaps he was still angry. Either way he was just going out of his head today. He instinctively rubbed the amulet, and shuddered at it feel.
"Indeed, our eyes that were opened are now closed, gouged as you said." Aredis replied to her previous comment. "Yet as much as I would discuss such a thing, the world laments. The earth cries out in such abject agony that any of. Us may only guess at." The druid closed his eyes and let out some deep breaths and continued. "I understand that some find comfort in the arms of a maid, or the bottom of a stein. However, that comfort is short lived for reality must return eventually, and you would be none better off upon sobering. I suggest you and the other about this place accept what has happened." Hair had fallen in his face now, and he pushed it aside with a stained finger. He stretched his bare feet against the warm wood and dirt floor. They were were blackened by the elements, calloused from years of wear in the brush. Pulling his hair back behind his head, he removed his hands and it stayed in a makeshift pony tail with no apparent fasten.
The sound within the bar had begun to Mae his head pound. Without waiting for the woman to answer, he would turn brusquely to the lizard man and attempt. To finish his conversation.
"You appear a muddied half breed. That is what is unnatural about you. I love all creatures of this world that come about by the grace of the...former...Earthmother." Perhaps Aredis was indignant, perhaps he was still angry. Either way he was just going out of his head today. He instinctively rubbed the amulet, and shuddered at it feel.
Oh my lord. I apologize profusely. I had not realized there was a post order I forgot to check the Ooc before doing my thing :c I'll be better. Also yes. I'm already enjoying where his has gone and I think it's gonna dope af. I love urdal and his idea of Aredis made me actually laugh.
Aredis remained silent, being still much more concerned with trying to keep his cool. The man had taken the recent events rather hard. Nearly twenty years of his life had been dedicated to serving a being that, under normal circumstance, was no want to die. Who ever worried about their God no longer being around to be praised anymore? Certainly he did not. Especially due to his patron's domain being life, nature, and most things that had any really thought. Aredis had learned a great deal about the animals of the forest you wouldn't normally discover unless you lived among them. Bears, deer and elk were near human levels of intelligence. Through his worship of the Earthmother, he was granted the ability to communicate with the particular group of animals in the Grove that was his home. They had regarded him as an odd addition initially, yet over the years had grown to see him as a member of their own family. It was also odd to be exclusively in the company of animals. However he lived a life where he never wanted for sustenance and was tutored in the arts of healing and manipulating the natural world.
"None of that matters anymore..."He muttered to himself. A bit somber, yet entirely true fact. His hold. Over his ability to manipulate the essence of the world itself had all but vanished after the Fall. Nothing bloomed to his touch any longer. At a point he could've healed almost any non lethal injury he placed his fingers on. Now it took days worth of praying to leave him with barely repaired limbs and still significant damage to them. Even attempting to shift his form only seemed to result in him feeling brief pain as his body tried to contort into an entirely different shape before he groaned in pain and completely returned to normal. What was a man without his faith? There were so few things in this life worth devoting yourself to and living for. Yet now, all he had was worthless hunk of metal and stone hanging around his throat that froze the empty space now resting in his chest.
Just then the door opened, closed, and an odd looking figure entered the inn. Aredis had never seen a man that resembled a lizard. It was strange and brought him out of his pity a small bit. The gravelly voice also confused him. He had not thought the being capable of intelligent speech. It had not looked that smart. With an awkward gait, Aredis approached the being with intrigue. Upon reaching it he would speak.
"What are you? You cannot be something natural. You do not smell of it."
"None of that matters anymore..."He muttered to himself. A bit somber, yet entirely true fact. His hold. Over his ability to manipulate the essence of the world itself had all but vanished after the Fall. Nothing bloomed to his touch any longer. At a point he could've healed almost any non lethal injury he placed his fingers on. Now it took days worth of praying to leave him with barely repaired limbs and still significant damage to them. Even attempting to shift his form only seemed to result in him feeling brief pain as his body tried to contort into an entirely different shape before he groaned in pain and completely returned to normal. What was a man without his faith? There were so few things in this life worth devoting yourself to and living for. Yet now, all he had was worthless hunk of metal and stone hanging around his throat that froze the empty space now resting in his chest.
Just then the door opened, closed, and an odd looking figure entered the inn. Aredis had never seen a man that resembled a lizard. It was strange and brought him out of his pity a small bit. The gravelly voice also confused him. He had not thought the being capable of intelligent speech. It had not looked that smart. With an awkward gait, Aredis approached the being with intrigue. Upon reaching it he would speak.
"What are you? You cannot be something natural. You do not smell of it."
Aredis strained his memory to determine if north was indeed the direction of that he had watched as his God had fallen. It had seemed north from where he had been at home, yet...he had barely been conscious of which direction this tavern had been. Having focused entirely on staying sane and trying to heal his injuries. He continued to look rather blankly at the small man as he figured it was as good a chance as any. If worst came to worst, he would find someone along the way who knew more than he did at least. Or that's what he made himself believe. There was little that he had left to believe in anymore. Aredis had no idea what he was to do. The amulet rested like a block of ice against his bare skin, he couldn't bare to dispose of it even though it no longer held the warm embrace he had experienced for years.
"North. North it is then. Perhaps we shall find salvation..." The man trailed off in a quieting voice. The end of the world they had known would bring many changes. Few were prepared. Least of all the disheveled old codger cloaked in moss and dirt. Aredis would look for further direction from the small man and ignore the big orc.
"North. North it is then. Perhaps we shall find salvation..." The man trailed off in a quieting voice. The end of the world they had known would bring many changes. Few were prepared. Least of all the disheveled old codger cloaked in moss and dirt. Aredis would look for further direction from the small man and ignore the big orc.
The forest sprawled across the continent, nearly a landmass in itself. Trees stretching anywhere from forty to one-hundred feet upwards and creating a dense ceiling of foliage and flora. Oranges, reds, and yellows mixed in among the normal green to make a grand picture to those looking up. The density meant that very little to no sunlight or moonlight would manage to peak through. Carpeting the forest floor was flowers and plants of any color, some blooming as tall as a person, with mushrooms and other fungi climbing the thick trunks. Roots and vines spruced and snaked their way across the ground as they pleased, making for a network of thick tubes going every which way. As well as many forest creatures living their lives, milling about to eat, mate, or simply play about in a gleeful way. These animals would show very little to no aggression if happened upon by a lost traveler. However, at this point in the night, everything had laid to rest, the only sound being the faint song of the crickets.
Then there was bright orange light. Flickering and roaring orange and yellow flames engulfed his view. Shrill, high, and piercing shrieks filled the air, as if scores of thousands of infants had been torn from their mothers and held above a chasm. Aredis couldn't make out anything coherent with his senses so overloaded.
"...dead...is...Gods!" A forlorn voice begun to break through the wails in pieces, although Aredis still couldn't hear the entirety.
"The world...Gods...is..." Attempting to work his way through the blinding light, the voice grew in volume.
"Dying! The world shall perish! The gods have fallen and we are lost! The Gods are defeated and the world shall follow suit!" A chorus of voices chanted and screamed variations on this phrase, yet they all meant the same. Aredis began to feel the metal of the trinket hanging from his neck heat to an immense temperature. Tearing it off in a panic, he didn't realize what he was doing until the symbol of his God was snatched up by the sudden presence of bloodied priests in front of him and thrown onto a pile of other burning idols. How could they be doing this, why was his happening? Aredis was given no answers, just continued wailing and shouting.
Darkness yet again, Aredis began to panic and thrash, until he remembered. A wave of his hand was all that was required and the darkness began to split down the middle to reveal a slightly brighter darkness when the sleeping pod he lay in began to open. The cocoon of leaves peeled back in layers and finally opened in an almost flower like configuration to allow Aredis to sit up and see that, as expected, it was the middle of the night. Remembering his nightmare, a hand flew to his chest to grasp the necklace hanging there, it's immense warmth a great comfort to him in the moment. The small natural seeping hammock was situated about ten feet off of the ground against one of the massive tree trunks.
The edge of the forest was only about forty yards ahead of him, so more light reached this area than the rest of the forest, with many smaller trees making the ceiling of foliage less dense. Aredis gazed out upon the cloudy night to the east, patches of stars visible through the overcast weather. It smelled like it would rain. Rain was welcomed, he could use a bit of washing anyhow. Then, the sky far to the east seemed to clear up, clouds parting. Aredis initially smiled as he always appreciated the weather permitting him to stargazer when waking through the night. His joy was short lived as almost blinding light, even from so far away, pierced through down to the earth. A mass seemed to almost rocket down from the clouds and follow the path of the light, and a feeling of sickness rose in his stomach for a reason he did not understand.
As the mass plummeted to the ground, his trinket burned immensely against his chest, causing him to cry out in surprise. With a fierce wind whipping into and through the forest, bending some of the smaller trees, Aredis heard a voice and his heart sank.
"My disciples, I am lost, we have failed you. Make way without-" At the same time the mass seems to reach the ground, the voice stopped, and the amulet immediately grew cold. Aredis grew stiff and his breath caught in his chest, that feeling in his stomach growing so terrible that he felt he might vomit.
"No...it cannot be." He muttered over and over. Within the same. Instant, a cacophony of madness erupted in the forest from all directions, cries and calls from ever animal sounding through the night like a massive trumpet. Glancing down, he saw gruesome scenes of violence. No longer wishing to look at it he stepped into the air and his body began to change. Feathers sprouted from his arms and moved towards his back at the shoulder, his legs thinned and shrunk. Aredis' bones lightened and compressed while his lower face hardened and stretched forward, the rest of his head shrinking down. In another instant he was a crow flying at breakneck pace towards the now fading light from the Heavens. Less than a minute of flight however, and the whole process happened in reverse, and Aredis dropped to the ground, everything going dark as the ground came up to meet him quickly.
Two Days Later
Aredis had awoken in agony. Immediately realizing that his arms and legs must have been broken from the fall. Calling upon every name he could think of for his God he spoke the prayer he had previously that would've brought him instant relief from any ailment. However, now it seemed to work, but not properly. Feeling his bones crack and pop and attach back to become one piece, he was technically healed, yet it didn't feel whole. Aredis developed a limp and it brought him great pain to hold his arms above chest height for too long. Even so however he began his journey towards the nearest town, which was a good five or so days away. Reciting his healing prayer over and over, he would find only minor success across the entire journey and would still be left with a very noticeable and impeding limp.
Five Days Later
Aredis had found himself in the tavern out of necessity. He had found some coin along the trip from some individuals who pitied the dirty, broken looking man. What had previously been very bright and colorful green and red robes woven of vines, moss, animal skins, and tree fibers, was now mottled and rotten looking brown and grey. He looked a right mess in what appeared to be brown and grey trousers that cut at the knee and a vest that did not cover his arms or shoulders and hung down just below his waist. A belt made of plant fiber was cinched about his waist, with vines intersecting. The entire outfit at various points. Aredis' skin had taken on a green and brown hue with speckles across his arms. A meager meal of bread and salted fish was half eaten when Aredis looked up through his shaggy mop of dirty hair.
A man was recruiting it seemed. This would be his only chance he could see that would lead him to uncover the mystery of what had happened to his God. Aredis shoved the remainder of the fish in his mouth and pushed back from his chair in the corner to approach the person near the entrance way.
"Hello. I shall join you." Aredis stated in a very direct and stiff manner. Nearly twenty years of pure isolation from other people would make it quite hard for you to speak to others as well. He would simply look directly at the man as he awaited for a response, thin lips pulled tight and amber eyes blank.
Then there was bright orange light. Flickering and roaring orange and yellow flames engulfed his view. Shrill, high, and piercing shrieks filled the air, as if scores of thousands of infants had been torn from their mothers and held above a chasm. Aredis couldn't make out anything coherent with his senses so overloaded.
"...dead...is...Gods!" A forlorn voice begun to break through the wails in pieces, although Aredis still couldn't hear the entirety.
"The world...Gods...is..." Attempting to work his way through the blinding light, the voice grew in volume.
"Dying! The world shall perish! The gods have fallen and we are lost! The Gods are defeated and the world shall follow suit!" A chorus of voices chanted and screamed variations on this phrase, yet they all meant the same. Aredis began to feel the metal of the trinket hanging from his neck heat to an immense temperature. Tearing it off in a panic, he didn't realize what he was doing until the symbol of his God was snatched up by the sudden presence of bloodied priests in front of him and thrown onto a pile of other burning idols. How could they be doing this, why was his happening? Aredis was given no answers, just continued wailing and shouting.
Darkness yet again, Aredis began to panic and thrash, until he remembered. A wave of his hand was all that was required and the darkness began to split down the middle to reveal a slightly brighter darkness when the sleeping pod he lay in began to open. The cocoon of leaves peeled back in layers and finally opened in an almost flower like configuration to allow Aredis to sit up and see that, as expected, it was the middle of the night. Remembering his nightmare, a hand flew to his chest to grasp the necklace hanging there, it's immense warmth a great comfort to him in the moment. The small natural seeping hammock was situated about ten feet off of the ground against one of the massive tree trunks.
The edge of the forest was only about forty yards ahead of him, so more light reached this area than the rest of the forest, with many smaller trees making the ceiling of foliage less dense. Aredis gazed out upon the cloudy night to the east, patches of stars visible through the overcast weather. It smelled like it would rain. Rain was welcomed, he could use a bit of washing anyhow. Then, the sky far to the east seemed to clear up, clouds parting. Aredis initially smiled as he always appreciated the weather permitting him to stargazer when waking through the night. His joy was short lived as almost blinding light, even from so far away, pierced through down to the earth. A mass seemed to almost rocket down from the clouds and follow the path of the light, and a feeling of sickness rose in his stomach for a reason he did not understand.
As the mass plummeted to the ground, his trinket burned immensely against his chest, causing him to cry out in surprise. With a fierce wind whipping into and through the forest, bending some of the smaller trees, Aredis heard a voice and his heart sank.
"My disciples, I am lost, we have failed you. Make way without-" At the same time the mass seems to reach the ground, the voice stopped, and the amulet immediately grew cold. Aredis grew stiff and his breath caught in his chest, that feeling in his stomach growing so terrible that he felt he might vomit.
"No...it cannot be." He muttered over and over. Within the same. Instant, a cacophony of madness erupted in the forest from all directions, cries and calls from ever animal sounding through the night like a massive trumpet. Glancing down, he saw gruesome scenes of violence. No longer wishing to look at it he stepped into the air and his body began to change. Feathers sprouted from his arms and moved towards his back at the shoulder, his legs thinned and shrunk. Aredis' bones lightened and compressed while his lower face hardened and stretched forward, the rest of his head shrinking down. In another instant he was a crow flying at breakneck pace towards the now fading light from the Heavens. Less than a minute of flight however, and the whole process happened in reverse, and Aredis dropped to the ground, everything going dark as the ground came up to meet him quickly.
Two Days Later
Aredis had awoken in agony. Immediately realizing that his arms and legs must have been broken from the fall. Calling upon every name he could think of for his God he spoke the prayer he had previously that would've brought him instant relief from any ailment. However, now it seemed to work, but not properly. Feeling his bones crack and pop and attach back to become one piece, he was technically healed, yet it didn't feel whole. Aredis developed a limp and it brought him great pain to hold his arms above chest height for too long. Even so however he began his journey towards the nearest town, which was a good five or so days away. Reciting his healing prayer over and over, he would find only minor success across the entire journey and would still be left with a very noticeable and impeding limp.
Five Days Later
Aredis had found himself in the tavern out of necessity. He had found some coin along the trip from some individuals who pitied the dirty, broken looking man. What had previously been very bright and colorful green and red robes woven of vines, moss, animal skins, and tree fibers, was now mottled and rotten looking brown and grey. He looked a right mess in what appeared to be brown and grey trousers that cut at the knee and a vest that did not cover his arms or shoulders and hung down just below his waist. A belt made of plant fiber was cinched about his waist, with vines intersecting. The entire outfit at various points. Aredis' skin had taken on a green and brown hue with speckles across his arms. A meager meal of bread and salted fish was half eaten when Aredis looked up through his shaggy mop of dirty hair.
A man was recruiting it seemed. This would be his only chance he could see that would lead him to uncover the mystery of what had happened to his God. Aredis shoved the remainder of the fish in his mouth and pushed back from his chair in the corner to approach the person near the entrance way.
"Hello. I shall join you." Aredis stated in a very direct and stiff manner. Nearly twenty years of pure isolation from other people would make it quite hard for you to speak to others as well. He would simply look directly at the man as he awaited for a response, thin lips pulled tight and amber eyes blank.
Name: Aredis
Age: 27
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Description: A very dirty, sickly green looking man wth tattered clothing covered in brush and other vinery seeming to grow about his body. Tall and gaunt, with amber eyes. Long, unkempt black hair spilled down to his mid back. Fingernails overgrown and yellowed, chipped into crude looking claws. Always barefoot, feet practically blackened from having almost never worn any protection on his feet. Cuts covered the entirety of them, with the souls being defined calluses from years of walking among rough terrain. When walking, greenery sprouted among the footprints, yet seemed to last no longer than a moment before withering and dying. Features appear to be animalistic, yet of no specific animal. Eyes sometimes may appear different, or face may seem to resemble an elongated snout of a wolf. Yet when focusing it never appears to last. Almost as if through worship of primal gods of nature, he had taken on various shapes granted by those he worshipped. However with a loss of the God's power it only seemed he had power to retain forms for the briefest of instants, and that he was used to shifting forms fluidly as walking. However with the loss of his faith and his many deities, he has gone half mad it seems, and his behavior reflects it. Incoherent rambling, constant prophetic claims that seem no more likely than any other event. These claims are to taken very lightly.
Notable Belongings: Very few. A gnarled walking staff with the carving of a badger's snarling mouth atop it; a small rabbit skinned satchel poorly stitched together holding various herbs and plant life, a short knife at his hip made from Knapped obsidian with a deer antler handle and deer skin leather strap attached to it.
Backstory: (To be discussed with DM)
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Age: 27
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Description: A very dirty, sickly green looking man wth tattered clothing covered in brush and other vinery seeming to grow about his body. Tall and gaunt, with amber eyes. Long, unkempt black hair spilled down to his mid back. Fingernails overgrown and yellowed, chipped into crude looking claws. Always barefoot, feet practically blackened from having almost never worn any protection on his feet. Cuts covered the entirety of them, with the souls being defined calluses from years of walking among rough terrain. When walking, greenery sprouted among the footprints, yet seemed to last no longer than a moment before withering and dying. Features appear to be animalistic, yet of no specific animal. Eyes sometimes may appear different, or face may seem to resemble an elongated snout of a wolf. Yet when focusing it never appears to last. Almost as if through worship of primal gods of nature, he had taken on various shapes granted by those he worshipped. However with a loss of the God's power it only seemed he had power to retain forms for the briefest of instants, and that he was used to shifting forms fluidly as walking. However with the loss of his faith and his many deities, he has gone half mad it seems, and his behavior reflects it. Incoherent rambling, constant prophetic claims that seem no more likely than any other event. These claims are to taken very lightly.
Notable Belongings: Very few. A gnarled walking staff with the carving of a badger's snarling mouth atop it; a small rabbit skinned satchel poorly stitched together holding various herbs and plant life, a short knife at his hip made from Knapped obsidian with a deer antler handle and deer skin leather strap attached to it.
Backstory: (To be discussed with DM)
S-4
P-5
E-4
C-6
I-6
A-5
L-10
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