Post by Morthwyll on Aug 31, 2014 20:34:27 GMT -8
Morthwyll
Who do you work for?:
Independent
Theme song:
"Hunger of the Pine" by Alt-J
Physical/Psychological Description:
Deep violet eyes shine with an understanding of the natural world from behind a rather plant-like form. Fairly thick indigo bark covers Morthwyll leaving not many smooth edges to his body. In darker lighting a brighter purple bioluminescence glows from the crevices around his eyes, mouth, and parts of his branching cranium. Personality-wise he tends to be reserved, though everything generally interests him in particular the other beings that live on the earth.
Playby:
Morthwyll by Eury
Age:
100
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Dryad
Height:
5'7"
Weight:
170
What is it you're looking for?:
Heterosexual
Hooking up?:
Single
Class::
My Profession Is Cleric (Elysia)
Languages:
The languages I speak is Sylvari
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 16
Dryad: +4 Cha, -2 Con
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 16
Dryad: +4 Cha, -2 Con
Abilities:
Innate: Plants lv.1, Energy Drain (Elysia), Shapeshift (Racial variant)
Purchased: Raise Undead lv.3, Plants lv.3, Speak lv.2, Poison Resistance
Remaining $: $20
Purchased: Raise Undead lv.3, Plants lv.3, Speak lv.2, Poison Resistance
Remaining $: $20
Weapon(s): Improvised weapons he makes from plants or from bone
Transportation:
None
Disposition to the Law:
Neutral
Alignment:
Neutral
Phobias:
Losing his connection with nature
Obsession:
Curing the ill
Vice:
Lust (Knowledge)
Virtue:
Temperance
Background:
It is from ashes we are born.
I knew from the moment the fire of my birth settled what I needed to do. My mother tree, a jacaranda, had awoken me into the world amidst her dying breaths under a sky of dusk in early winter. For the longest while I sat with her, gleaning over the life--her life, she had shown to me while I was still suspended in dreams. She had seen so much...birds making nests in nearby boughs in Spring, the squirrels foraging in Autumn, the flight pattern of winter birds to a summer home. Cycles of ten dozen seasons each with their own stories; as she faded, her pain was my own but it was after her awakening had ended that I was grateful.
It was from her that I sought to understand death, that something within my meditations at her roots contacted me through patterns of color and sound. Repetition of this process day after day began to make what I continued to see more and more clear. A figure of a woman sometimes clad in white, sometimes black though always faceless. For the longest time I knew not her name, and my repeated attempts at trying to contact her in my sleep gathered nothing. Nothing until the dusk the following winter by the same wonderful mother tree who gave her life for mine.
Elysia. The woman's name was simply Elysia. It was rather perfect timing because I discovered my natural affinity for stirring death from its cradle not long after I learned the woman's name. Respecting the three forms of life I wander the land in search of understanding, curiosity, and possibly the one who gave me inspiration.
It is from ashes we shall fall.
I knew from the moment the fire of my birth settled what I needed to do. My mother tree, a jacaranda, had awoken me into the world amidst her dying breaths under a sky of dusk in early winter. For the longest while I sat with her, gleaning over the life--her life, she had shown to me while I was still suspended in dreams. She had seen so much...birds making nests in nearby boughs in Spring, the squirrels foraging in Autumn, the flight pattern of winter birds to a summer home. Cycles of ten dozen seasons each with their own stories; as she faded, her pain was my own but it was after her awakening had ended that I was grateful.
It was from her that I sought to understand death, that something within my meditations at her roots contacted me through patterns of color and sound. Repetition of this process day after day began to make what I continued to see more and more clear. A figure of a woman sometimes clad in white, sometimes black though always faceless. For the longest time I knew not her name, and my repeated attempts at trying to contact her in my sleep gathered nothing. Nothing until the dusk the following winter by the same wonderful mother tree who gave her life for mine.
Elysia. The woman's name was simply Elysia. It was rather perfect timing because I discovered my natural affinity for stirring death from its cradle not long after I learned the woman's name. Respecting the three forms of life I wander the land in search of understanding, curiosity, and possibly the one who gave me inspiration.
It is from ashes we shall fall.
Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
Do you have what the vamps like?:
Sap? (if not then AB-)
Elysia, Cadus, Rhaego (though he has yet to meet them)
