Thoeban lead has spent his days enjoying the fruits of his labor. The
deal was simple, he provided tinctures and tonics, and the city of Thalos
would provide him with whatever his heart desired. Until one day a horse
and wagon rolled up with a merchant selling the very same, with the
exception that his actually worked. Thoeban was baffled, he had been
selling his snake oil (literally funny enough) for close to a decade and was
always able to blame the lack of cures or improvements as the will of the
Gods. Up until this point Thoeban had thought magics and miracles were
tales to spook children. Thoeban packed up his things and ventured out into
the lands, to discover and learn as much as he could. Leaving the comfort
of being waited on proved to be trying, Thoeban had been better suited for a
comfy chair than the treacherous roads of Serin. After a particularly bad
mugging just north of Seringale he stumbled upon a shrine, where a booming
voice told him he was to atone for his greed. What was said exactly remains
between Thoeban and the statue that jumped to life at the sight of him, but
Thoeban swore an oath to change his ways and vowed to pass on everything he
learned to the less fortunate.
Description:
Pale blue eyes glare sternly beneath a furrowed brow. His thick and
wire-like eyebrows resemble lone bushes on an empty plane. Aside from the
tufts of hair that sprout haphazardly from the inside of this elderly man's
ears, his greying eyebrows are the only hair that call this man's head home.
His arms are relatively thin, his hands are smooth and soft, it is obvious
that this man has never worked a day in his life. A large beer belly is
barely contained by what appears to possibly a corset underneath his armor
and tunic.
