My life begins, so I am told deep within the familiar forest of Emerald.
As a young child I remember the enchanting pixies and the intriguing
brownies and how they made bows from daisies, but the wonders of the forest
also displayed the cruelty from others. Many travelers always stared at me
whispering he has the mark of the beast. Many times I asked my mother what
they would refer to, and she simply explained that when I am ready, I will
know the true meaning. My mother and father left me as soon as they taught
me to butcher corpses for food and showed me the various sources of water
within the beautiful forest. At the time I did not know why they left, but
as I grew older I saw the necessity and the awful sacrifice they had to
make. Now the benefits within the forest without parental supervision were
immense. Farmer Griff and I would toast to anything and everything, and we
will not discuss the incidents with the various nymphs within the forest.
One night I was stumbling around the forest and bumped in a large grizzly
bear, fell on my face and slept till morning. A cold rush of water was
dumped on my head and he motioned for me to follow him. Groggy and with a
splitting head ache I obliged hoping he was taking me to breakfast, but to
my surprise he took me to a spring and motioned for me to look into it. To
my horror I saw what I had become, disheveled, dirty and a poor excuse for a
man. He handed me a bow and pointed to the sky. Leaves descended upon me
in that very instant and I felt in-tune with nature. I left my debaucherous
ways after one last bath with a few nymphs and proceeded to find someone to
teach me what my parents left me to learn on my own.
Description:
The man standing before you is six feet two inches tall. The skin on his
face is covered in mud and is very dirty. The hair on his head is matted
down tied with bits of string and beads, but very greasy as if it hasn'
t been washed in weeks. His eyes are nothing special a simple dark brown
hue but they appear to pierce directly through you. He has a deep cleft in
his chin, lined by a square jaw. His neck has a very long and deep scar
almost from ear to ear. His ears are strangely pointy and his nose is
sharp. His lips are quite thin and you can see perfect white teeth. His
finger nails and toe nails have dirt and grit under them. His shoulders are
quite square and his body is fairly muscular.
AAAAnnnnd splat. Nothing really new some how I always find myself in the middle of the worst situations within Keepers. No regrets or anything negative to say about anyone really. I am sure it was no surprise. I wonder how different this character would have been if Ofel didn't attack me, or if Noath didn't kill me trying to get the skull back.
A lot of my interactions with people are always violent which wasn't exactly how I expected things to start off so quickly.
Hats off to Sevaush you seem to be my nemesis on a lot of different characters I make. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to fighting you or Krite, never got to fight Krite but I would imagine he would have smoked me.
[reply to beia]
A lot of my interactions with people are always violent which wasn't exactly how I expected things to start off so quickly.
Hats off to Sevaush you seem to be my nemesis on a lot of different characters I make. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to fighting you or Krite, never got to fight Krite but I would imagine he would have smoked me.
[reply to Ozaru]