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Galen received the plants with an almost-imperceptible mix of curiousity and delight in his eyes, no doubt fueled by his desire to study the obviously non-local specimens that had been presented. He had crouched, putting a piece of cloth on the ground, before laying each herb on it with great care. His hands moved deftly as he took several empty bottles out from under his cloak, his motions practiced and his expression one usually found in much older and more studious practicioners. Each herb was hurriedly put away, though Galen knew their potential potency would hardly be affected by a few seconds of exposure to air.

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The group arrives at the dig site, Galen quite a bit away from them, his hands busy with a bottle as he packaged the last herb he could find on their walk. Habits are hard to drop, and Galen has found himself grabbing anything that might even look remotely useful, even if he possesses knowledge that proves anything he had picked up on the way to the ruins would be useless in treating anything more serious than a small cut.

After catching up with the group, Galen pushes past anyone blocking his way to the front.

"Do you have any information regarding any flora and fauna we might encounter? I am aware 'tis newly discovered," He makes a vague motion with his hand in the direction of the various people already present on the site before continuing,"but obviously some have been here long enough to settle down, and I'm sure it wouldn't be strange to assume someone would have heard or seen something."

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"I was wondering if you had-" he pauses, and from underneath his cloak a black-gloved hand slips out, a notebook clasped in it. His other hand soon follows, flipping through the pages as he scans through them. While she presented the blade to Kyoshiro, he seems to have found what he had been looking for in the book.

"I was wondering if you had any of these in stock," he held the notebook up, despite her still speaking to the swordsman.

The list was short, containing only three items:

Queensbread
Vylnia
Stouthorn
Galen refrains from responding to the girl's declaration of her own independence. He doesn't find himself sharing the sentiment, but being someone who has tailored their own abilities to support others tends to require some form of subordination. Instead, he diverts his attention to the stand in front of the guild.

Perhaps he didn't notice the new stand in his rush earlier to find a quest, but the vendor's statement about being able to acquire whatever her clients needed did pique his interest.

With a barely noticeable - but nonetheless still there - limp, he makes his way towards the stand.

"Excuse me," his voice is soft and deep, his tone sharp. He just wants to get the vendor's attention. If he hopes to make a better impression on the other party members as a physician of sorts, he would need a few necessary materials.
So where is everyone? ^^;


I'm just waiting until someone else replies, I check this RP everyday. >w>
Galen lets out a quiet, strangled whine as he tries to conceal the fact that Sophie had been successful in hitting her target underneath his cloak.

You definitely deserved that, he finds himself thinking, trying his best not to limp as he closes the remaining distance between him and the counter.

Could he make the pain go away with a spell? Definitely, no doubt. Pain suppression is a basic skill that all healers must learn; a patient in pain is an uncooperative patient, after all. Is he going to make it go away? No, the shorter one wouldn't appreciate that too much, he thinks.

Despite his usually-poised stance changing to one that favors his uninjured leg, Galen remains his usual calm self, save for the ever-so-slight tremor in his voice and the almost imperceptible tears at the corner of his eyes. Oh yeah, it hurt. A lot. A hand - pale and marked with faint scars - slips out from under his cloak, sliding his identification card towards the woman behind the counter.

"I-ahem," he clears his throat as he suddenly becomes all-too-conscious of the swordsman glaring at him, then starts over. "I've taken interest in that quest, yes. And despite my own tactlessness turning things sour before they have even started, I hope my skills as a healer atone for my indiscretions."

He tries his best to smile amiably at Sophie, but the pain - and his own natural ineptitude when it comes to approachability - warps his expression into a condescending smirk. This is the face he presents as he turns to the rest of the interested parties.

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Galen instinctively steps back from the fuming young woman, who he has now realized may not actually be a dwarf. At the same time, his head whips around in surprise at the swordsman who had stepped in from behind them.

"Ah," is all he can say as he looks up, registering the fourth individual who had taken an interest in the quest form. Right, he's heard word of a drider in the Hall, but he'd never really seen her until now.

Wait, right, the quest. He gathers his wits about him, proceeding to follow the shorter of the two swordsmen.

"Excuse me, miss!" He raises his voice slightly to catch her attention. "May I also take a look at that?"

Be tactful, he thinks to himself. You've offended her, apologize first.

"Uh," as he follows her, he starts to think of the right words to say, in hopes of salvaging her impression of him. In an even, calm voice, he delivers his apology. "I'm sorry you're short."

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◆ NAME | Galen Cannenta

◆ AGE | 21 years old

◆ GENDER | Male

◆ RACE | Human

◆ RANK | Five of Cups

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Galen stands at a decidedly non-imposing 5’3”, made even shorter by his habit of slouching. He wears an oversized cloak that covers everything below his neck. Galen’s white hair does little to offset the paleness of his skin. Galen’s eyes are a shade of gray that appears black under most lighting, breaking the monotonous paleness that persists throughout the rest of his body. Galen appears to be otherworldly, in some regards, but it has been established that he is, in fact, human. His overall appearance makes him look younger than he is, which causes him great irritation.

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Galen often comes off as aloof, though this is more because of his upbringing, and exchanging words with him will reveal that he is a lot less prideful than his mannerisms may show. He is very intelligent, but underestimates himself often, especially if put in a leadership role. Galen has a firmly set ideal of doing no (direct) harm as a healer. Galen believes that death is a necessary, crucial part of life, even if he wishes to keep things alive for as long as possible. He frowns upon necromancers, believing that they have made a perversion and mockery of death in their practice.

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TALON: Galen wears a black glove over his right hand, its index finger tipped with a scalpel. However, with some hesitation on his part, Galen has been known to use the sharp implement for self-defense purposes; he is well-versed in how most bodies work, and where it hurts most when cut.

MEDICAL SATCHEL: A leather satchel Galen keeps stocked with poultices and potions, as well as medical tools. Nothing noteworthy, but it does allow him to keep his allies healthy without always having to rely on magic.

CODEX CANNENTA: A thick book Galen keeps by his side wherever he goes, as it is the only connection he has to his family. The Codex Cannenta is a book filled with knowledge of both magical and practical healing passed down through many generations. Though there is nothing in the book that couldn’t be found anywhere else, Galen’s unceasing study of his predecessor’s work have allowed Galen to mix-and-match certain parts to amplify the effect of his own spells. Unbeknownst even to Galen, the book itself is alive and has taken great liking to its current owner, who displays a love for life unmatched by any other adventurer.

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Galen is exceptionally adept at healing magic, and often augments it with applications of practical medicine, for greater affect. However, he knows only the most rudimentary magic in other fields, which might be an inconvenience to his allies if they need another offensive magic user. Despite that, Galen refuses to learn offensive magic, as he believes all life is precious, though he understands that monsters must perish to keep his fellow adventurers alive. In that regard, he has also learned a few spells to enhance his allies’ offensive and defensive capabilities, but as they aren’t quite the healing spells he’s used to, he does have moments where he might slip up.



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The sole heir to the small clinic his parents ran, Galen grew up learning to value the lives of everything and everyone, regardless of status. However, at the age of 14, Galen’s magic manifested itself and his parents opted to keep it hidden away from their relatives, who were known for using magic-using family members as assets in their quests for noble status.

Studying at home, Galen proved himself to be a genius in healing magic, much to his and his parents’ glee. Yet, through one way or another, Galen’s relatives found out about him and abducted him. Pleading for help but getting none, Galen’s parents set out to retrieve their son themselves, but met their end prematurely when the information they were given about a “safe path” proved to be false, and a band of orcs made quick work of them. Finding out his parents’ fate from his guard, who was the one to give his parents the faulty information, Galen was driven to despair.

At the age of 20, Galen – now using the name Antara - was set to meet a minor noble’s daughter in hopes of arranging a marriage, and nabbing some form of status for his relatives. However, on his way there, a group of bandits raided the carriage he was in. Galen let them kill his guards and his aunt and uncle who were riding with him, and even offered to heal the injured among the bandits. Grateful, the leader of the bandits set him free, despite his subordinates’ protests.

Galen set out to be an adventurer, going back to using the name Cannenta to honor the parents he had lost. Despite knowing only basic offensive magic, Galen’s skill in both magical and practical healing is enviable.


His steps are deliberate; measured, almost. The sun is almost blinding as it shines down on his brilliant white hair. People know him, appreciate him even, but they know better than to show it as they avoid meeting his eyes, an unnatural black against his otherwise pale features.

"Mmm," Galen can't help but smile slightly as he takes a deep breath of fresh summer air. He turns to the first poor sod that just happens to pass by him, who instinctively stops and takes a step back from the swift movements of the young man.

"Can I... help you?" the stranger asks, looking around. He could just walk away, but the way the young man seems to be looking down on him despite being considerably shorter is disarming.

"Fine day we're having, yes?" Galen asks, in the most friendly tone he can muster after all the conversation lessons he had taken under his aunt and uncle's 'tutelage'. His delivery of the statement holds a much more threatening aura than he intends. The stranger's expression shifts from slightly put off to realization as he finally takes note of who is currently speaking to him. The man nods before walking away, then turning slightly to bow his head at the young man.

"Won't let that get to me," Galen announces to nobody in particular. He resumes his walk. His destination is, of course, the local Adventurer's Guild Hall. He has been an adventurer for the better half of a year at this point. He likes to think he's been making good progress, despite being a healer, and nobody can protest. When he isn't out and about with the groups that would hire him, his time is devoted to studying and perfecting his medicinal skills. So with every excursion, the hushed tales of his abilities become more and more impressive to those less inclined to healing.

As soon as he arrives at the Hall, Galen makes a beeline for the questboard, ignoring any greetings directed his way, as he'd rather not have a repeat of what just happened with the man outside. He know's he's not the easiest to approach, which clashes with his self-imposed role of a healer, but at least here in the Hall people did their best to hide their discomfort at that fact.

He is disappointed to find that there doesn't seem to be too many groups around yet, but he figures he can handle some material fetching quests, and perhaps he would be able to find something new to aid in his studies. He scans the board for a few seconds before realizing that there is someone right by him. Someone a bit shorter than him, which comes as a pleasant surprise due to the fact that he is currently slouching. A child, perhaps?

She seems to be engrossed in a quest form, and he catches a glimpse of the words 'newly-discovered' which is enough to pique his interest. He takes note that the young girl looking at it at the moment seems to be armed, another surprise.

"A dwarf?" he muses out loud. While thinking, he had subconsciously been leaning over to get a better look at the quest form.

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@thrrnvwls: Accepted.

The latest I'll be starting will be this weekend, I won't be pushing it any further.


Alright! Looking forward to it!
@KoL I think it might be your desktop size? Both my monitors are showing it just fine, and I formatted them as such. Also the CS isn't mine, it's actually Lord Wraith's that I found lurking here on the site. I just modified it a bit.
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