Post by Milo on Jun 2, 2020 22:01:28 GMT 1
Character is played by: Sonja
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Milo (does not have an official name, uses his soulname backwards)
Previous Names: /
Preserver Name: Foureye-Halfthing
Gender: male
Age: 17, but looks younger
Soul Name: Olim
Species: half pure-blood elf, half human
Origin: unknown to him (Treewalkers, a tribe of gliders living in the forest)
Role: storyteller
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Siblings: none
Parents: Human mother Evangeline (deceased), Elf father Lyam(decesead)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: Humans: Grandfather Torik, half-aunt Cassandra. Elven: unknown grandparents
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Magic:
Sending – poor/average, better at receiving than sending due to lack of practice
Gliding – poor, inheritance from his fathers side, can barely lift himself a couple hand-widths up for a short amount of time
Skills:
Climbing – good, better than you'd expect from him, plenty used to various grounds
Dancing – poor
Fighting – poor, never got trained, possibility to improve when having a patient teacher
Singing – average/good, has been part of the choir and knows many songs
Stealth – good at hiding, poor when moving
Survival – poor, literally zero skill beyond most basic ones
Swimming – poor/average, can swim in calm waters for short time
Carving Stone/Wood – average/good, mostly used to making tools
Cooking – average
Education – average, can read, write and do basic calculations in the range of thousands
Plant Lore – average, mostly edible plants and ones used for healing, can also handle gardening
Story telling – good, knows many tales and likes to make up new ones
Healing (non-magic) – average, can treat common ailments and injuries in humans
Weaving – poor, tried it but has trouble handling the fine threads
Weather Sense – latent, thanks to juvenile rheumatism that left him sensitive to weather shifts
Weapons/Tools: coal pen, quill, scraps of paper, set of carving tools, small plant knife
Other Items: belt pouch with some sweets and stone bits
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Personality: Having been pushed down most his life, not deemed a person, has left its mark. He is very quiet and shy to spout opinions, though he can talk on end when it comes to stories. Having never known it any different, he'll obey most rules set, utterly afraid of doing something wrong and the punishments that might follow, taking these as well without a word. Despite the way he got treated, Olim is of a gentle nature, only wishing for a place that accepts him, elf and human. Reaching into the sky is his passion, climbing the many walls around him also having woken a love of working with stone. Having a hard time fitting into standards led to him loathing them quite some and people insisting he could fit if he'd only try harder are a surefire way to get onto his bad side. While he is generally polite and eager to help and interact, he has a hard time making deeper connections with others, for fear of what they might do if there's ever discrepancies.
Appearance: He is mostly light skinned, with freckles and different colored patches of skin in swirls and dotted stripes across his body, sharp bird-like face, a height of 150cm/5' making him small for a human yet tall for an elf. Due to the genetic miss-match his limbs are in odd proportions that aren't exclusive elfin nor human and appear as not quite right – though with the right attire and mannerism he can pass for both. Five-fingered hands, the little finger immobile and slightly-pointy ears.
Hair: Mahogany colored, shoulder long and wavy with a tend to getting tangled easily, a bunch of strands above his temple white since birth, only ever wears it open
Eyes: slightly slanted eyes of a deep moss-green color, appear larger due to his glasses
Clothes: a monks attire consisting off loose black shirt and trousers, on top a dark-blue vest. Usually barefooted, as his different length legs make it hard to walk in shoes
Jewelry: half-rimmed glasses made of horn to correct his near-sightedness
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Circadian rhythm: sleeps mostly during night
Knowledge:
Humans: encountered
Magic gone bad: unknown
Other elves: encountered
Preservers:seen
Trolls: legend
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History:
Too old to be part of the education program he was expected to spend his life as a monk, up from dusk till dawn, working to provide for them all, fulfilling a variety of religious duties that he felt disconnected from, spending his little freetime inside. A life that didn't fit him, had him grow desperate and unhappy.
Little did he knew that a different tribe of elves lived in the surrounding forest, deer-blooded, and that they could hear his mental outcries. Only listening at first, they approached once he'd shouted his soul-name out, desperate to convince himself that he was a person, that he mattered. It told them all they needed to know and they choose to embrace this strange child. Through the walls they shared with Olim the other part of his heritage, traded in for knowledge on the humans and stories. While it soon got obvious that he came from a different kind of elf, with his urge to climb, to get close to the sky, a magic none of them had, they still encouraged him to embrace it, taught him the ways of living in the forest as best as they could in theory. On rare occasions he'd sneak out to meet them, awed at the other way of living, not caring how harsh the punishments would be when he returned to the monastery. Still he knew that it wasn't an option to live with those elves, the humans not letting him go for once and their inherit ways of living too different for him to adapt.
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Milo (does not have an official name, uses his soulname backwards)
Previous Names: /
Preserver Name: Foureye-Halfthing
Gender: male
Age: 17, but looks younger
Soul Name: Olim
Species: half pure-blood elf, half human
Origin: unknown to him (Treewalkers, a tribe of gliders living in the forest)
Role: storyteller
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Siblings: none
Parents: Human mother Evangeline (deceased), Elf father Lyam(decesead)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: Humans: Grandfather Torik, half-aunt Cassandra. Elven: unknown grandparents
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Magic:
Sending – poor/average, better at receiving than sending due to lack of practice
Gliding – poor, inheritance from his fathers side, can barely lift himself a couple hand-widths up for a short amount of time
Skills:
Climbing – good, better than you'd expect from him, plenty used to various grounds
Dancing – poor
Fighting – poor, never got trained, possibility to improve when having a patient teacher
Singing – average/good, has been part of the choir and knows many songs
Stealth – good at hiding, poor when moving
Survival – poor, literally zero skill beyond most basic ones
Swimming – poor/average, can swim in calm waters for short time
Carving Stone/Wood – average/good, mostly used to making tools
Cooking – average
Education – average, can read, write and do basic calculations in the range of thousands
Plant Lore – average, mostly edible plants and ones used for healing, can also handle gardening
Story telling – good, knows many tales and likes to make up new ones
Healing (non-magic) – average, can treat common ailments and injuries in humans
Weaving – poor, tried it but has trouble handling the fine threads
Weather Sense – latent, thanks to juvenile rheumatism that left him sensitive to weather shifts
Weapons/Tools: coal pen, quill, scraps of paper, set of carving tools, small plant knife
Other Items: belt pouch with some sweets and stone bits
*************
Personality: Having been pushed down most his life, not deemed a person, has left its mark. He is very quiet and shy to spout opinions, though he can talk on end when it comes to stories. Having never known it any different, he'll obey most rules set, utterly afraid of doing something wrong and the punishments that might follow, taking these as well without a word. Despite the way he got treated, Olim is of a gentle nature, only wishing for a place that accepts him, elf and human. Reaching into the sky is his passion, climbing the many walls around him also having woken a love of working with stone. Having a hard time fitting into standards led to him loathing them quite some and people insisting he could fit if he'd only try harder are a surefire way to get onto his bad side. While he is generally polite and eager to help and interact, he has a hard time making deeper connections with others, for fear of what they might do if there's ever discrepancies.
Appearance: He is mostly light skinned, with freckles and different colored patches of skin in swirls and dotted stripes across his body, sharp bird-like face, a height of 150cm/5' making him small for a human yet tall for an elf. Due to the genetic miss-match his limbs are in odd proportions that aren't exclusive elfin nor human and appear as not quite right – though with the right attire and mannerism he can pass for both. Five-fingered hands, the little finger immobile and slightly-pointy ears.
Hair: Mahogany colored, shoulder long and wavy with a tend to getting tangled easily, a bunch of strands above his temple white since birth, only ever wears it open
Eyes: slightly slanted eyes of a deep moss-green color, appear larger due to his glasses
Clothes: a monks attire consisting off loose black shirt and trousers, on top a dark-blue vest. Usually barefooted, as his different length legs make it hard to walk in shoes
Jewelry: half-rimmed glasses made of horn to correct his near-sightedness
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Circadian rhythm: sleeps mostly during night
Knowledge:
Humans: encountered
Magic gone bad: unknown
Other elves: encountered
Preservers:seen
Trolls: legend
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History:
Olim. In latin it means 'once', the word with which stories start. A mere coincidence that this'd be the name of a child born out of an uncommon combination – human and elf. Princess and Hunter. The Treewalkers lived near a small human settlement, a castle amid an old forest stretching over multiple hills. Kings Land, so no other humans were allowed there and since it was his winter residence in the south, abandoned most of the year. They knew of each others existence, but kept distance most of the time. Now the King Torik got a daughter, Evangeline, and the girl loved to run off into the forest, climb every tree, exist in a place without walls. This was how she run into Lyam, the young hunter being curious about this human child and her awe of the forest, watching her many times as the years passed by until he eventually showed himself, lite and light figure dancing down weightless from the treetops. They talked. They learned. And over time, their relationship grew into something more than friendship, the long months between seeing each other leading to all the more eagerness in what time they had. Both young and inexperienced, they dabbled into more intimidate plays anyway.
Neither would've guessed her to fall with child. Torik was furious when he found out, many a political relations resting on having a heir that could be married off, that'd not set a bastard in the world. But it was too late to do anything about it, had he whisk her away to the winter residence, out of sight of the court. There Lyam and Evangeline enjoyed the growing life, a shared blood that they hoped would bring humans and elves closer together. Only that the pregnancy took longer than expected, the human doctors growing concerned. They advised for a cesarean section, fearing the child to be dying and at risk of poisoning the mother. A dangerous and rare procedure they still went for it, fearing the wrath of Torik should both of them die.
Therefore, Olim was forced into the world early, sadly loosing his mother in the process due to complications. Only then did everyone realize who the father had been, looking at this strange baby, small, skin covered in darker swirls and spotted lines, eyes a shocking deep green already, limbs not lining up quite right. While consulting with the King about what to do, Lyam took the risk to sneak into the castle, worried by the commotion and Evangeline not appearing to their planned meeting. Horrified to find her dead, Olim alone in an dark room, the guards found him standing over the crib and, not knowing the connection, assumed he was like one of the spirits of old tales, come to abduct the baby. It was a quick decision to kill the intruder, making the child loose both parents the same day.
For Torik of course it was obvious that no halfling child would ever be part of his family – but at the point it was also his only heir and with his wive having died years ago, his only shot at keeping his line going. He decided that Olim should be placed with a wet nurse back near his court, raised to the best of ability, yet staying nameless, so no one would slip up and reveal this blemish on the family tree. As he grew there were more issues, did he grew slower than human children, the discrepancy between his limbs making him prone to clumsiness, aches plaguing him. Worst they thought the questions, why he didn't had a name, why he wasn't allowed outside, why they looked at him oddly. Refusals of answers led to rebellion, him trying to run away at every chance, to the growing annoyance of Torik. The King in the meantime had found a new wife and as she was expecting a child, Olim got send off to a different keep. His half-aunt Cassandra would be the new heir, his existence meant to be covered up forever.
Far in the north a monastery got a generous donation to take him in as they did with orphans, under the condition that he'd never rise in rank nor his heritage be revealed nor allowing him to leave the grounds. The latter at least covered a fast stretch of land, not so unlike the winter residence where he'd been born, forests and mountains around. Still, for the first years, never did he cross behind the main grounds walls, learning instead with the other outcasts, education as well as work. Only when they got to leave to take apprenticeships, build a life in the world, friends vanishing and the new kids none too eager at interacting with the oddly-looking fellow, did the differences really hit.
Little did he knew that a different tribe of elves lived in the surrounding forest, deer-blooded, and that they could hear his mental outcries. Only listening at first, they approached once he'd shouted his soul-name out, desperate to convince himself that he was a person, that he mattered. It told them all they needed to know and they choose to embrace this strange child. Through the walls they shared with Olim the other part of his heritage, traded in for knowledge on the humans and stories. While it soon got obvious that he came from a different kind of elf, with his urge to climb, to get close to the sky, a magic none of them had, they still encouraged him to embrace it, taught him the ways of living in the forest as best as they could in theory. On rare occasions he'd sneak out to meet them, awed at the other way of living, not caring how harsh the punishments would be when he returned to the monastery. Still he knew that it wasn't an option to live with those elves, the humans not letting him go for once and their inherit ways of living too different for him to adapt.
