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N`vek

2018-11-25T23:09:31Z

Shobits: /* The Present */

{{Infobox character
| name = Kevan Golan 
| title = Squidboy
| image1 = WikiVek.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = Commoner
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Blue/Black 
| height = 5'8
| build = Slender; Lanky
| features = Large slanted eyes, color changing skin, four tentacles emerging from his back
| birth_date = 200
| birth_place = [[Northern New Dauntless]] 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Pool House Owner, Street Performer, Fisher
| religion = [[One True Faith]]
}}
==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around his midteens.

N`vek's usual attire consists of a simple shirt with the back cut out for his tentacles, pants, and a cloak draped over his shoulders to hide aformentioned tentacles. On days of street preformances, N`vek wears much more colorful clothing to blend in with his flesh's colorchanging abilties and a cape that mimics streamers to disguise his tentacles.

The boy's voice is calm and kind and has a pitch to it that makes it seem like he's constantly underwater or like he has a cold. N`vek's curse has made him very skittish around new faces until he warms up.

==Background==
===Origins===
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast. Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was pride in the boy's voice.

"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smile looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses. "What did you do?"

"T'wasn't I who did anything, boy. T'was you." The old woman spat. "Innate Magic Users. Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see and know the truth."

Kevan pulled away from her with a frightened scream and took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother. Kevan refused to talk about what had frightened him so badly, or discuss what had given him the ugly scratches that seeped a foul smelling ooze. Once cleaned and bandaged it healed without a trace. Even when pressed, Kevan continued to avoid talking about it. But, as the days passed the curse the old woman had placed on him began to make itself known.

It would have been bad enough that the waters didn't speak with him again, but then the changes started. He didn't even notice them at first, but the boy's skill in the water grew. He could swim faster and better than anyone else in the village, a week later the physical aspects took root. The scratched arm was first to transform. Kevan's fingers grew webbed and the flesh turned clammy. He went from being the village's pride to a freak. His former water talents had dried up and were replaced with his hideous transformation.

===The Broken Dagger===
Kevan's appearance only grew worse as the years went on and after mishearing a conversation between his parents, the boy took on a new name, N`vek, his old name spelled backwards, and ran away to seek out his brother in [[Myrkentown]] and perhaps a cure for his curse.

N`vek barely made it to [[Myrkentown]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)]] before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]], was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse had latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as, corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was now a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return.

==The Present==

==Plots==
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[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

Ember

2018-11-25T22:59:00Z

Shobits: /* Origins */

{{Infobox character
| name = Ember
| title = Aryxonvaeros
| image1 = EmbFace.png
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = A regular dragon in miniature
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Variable
| height = 10" nose to tail
| build = Slight
| features = Stunted growth and malformed nubs on her head that might have become horns
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = 
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
Ember is a tiny runt of a dragonette no more than ten inches long from her beak like snout to the tip of her spaded tail. She has a soft orange hide instead of hard scales that feels reminiscent of suede. Her coloration varies from darker and reddish on her back to lighter and more yellow on her belly. Splotchy looking stripes adorn her from neck to tail, giving Ember a good camouflage amongst dead and dried leaves. She sports a pair of malformed nubs jutting out from the back of her head that if properly developed, may have become horns, and a crest of three webbed spines running in between the nubs, from the top of her head to mid neck. Her eyes look a little large for her head and are opalescent, changing their color with her mood. Ember`s wings look a little too large for her body but function properly. Lastly, not really a physical thing, but Ember`s scent is like a cross between cinnamon and nutmeg, with a touch of sea salt. [[Image:ColorEmb.png|thumb|left|Placeholder image]]

==Background==
===Origins===
Stolen from her nest as an egg along with her siblings to be sold as pets. Ember`s egg was small and underdeveloped and it was thought she wouldn't hatch at all. No one bought the egg believing that even if it did yield a hatchling it wouldn't live very long. But she did survive to hatching, but it was too late to sell her hatched. Her breed was only good to make a pet out of if bonded right out of the shell. It was too late for that with Ember` and the moment her wings dried of egg fluid she instinctively teleported away. Genetic memory showed her a beach and she followed the image to it on reflex. With help from some camping humans, she not only survived, but thrived, staying close to them until she was big and strong enough to look after herself. Her name comes from the fact that one of the camping humans pointed out that she "Looks like an ember from the campfire, come to life." Ember has since journeyed the world hoping to find other dragons, amassing herself a good sized hoard that is equal parts actual coins and gems, and trinkets she finds amusing. It was during these travels that she was given the proper Draconic name of Aryxonvaeros which translates to Graceful Fire. - She still prefers the simple and cute sounding Ember. Now, it's been many years and Ember hasn't seen another dragon in so long, she hopes to meet some cousins at the Broken Dagger.

===The Broken Dagger===
How the character found their way to the [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]]. Significant events experienced since their arrival.

==The Present==
The character's current circumstances. Where they can be found, what they do for a living, influential people in their life.

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Ember

2018-11-25T22:57:48Z

Shobits: /* Description */

{{Infobox character
| name = Ember
| title = Aryxonvaeros
| image1 = EmbFace.png
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = A regular dragon in miniature
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Variable
| height = 10" nose to tail
| build = Slight
| features = Stunted growth and malformed nubs on her head that might have become horns
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = 
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
Ember is a tiny runt of a dragonette no more than ten inches long from her beak like snout to the tip of her spaded tail. She has a soft orange hide instead of hard scales that feels reminiscent of suede. Her coloration varies from darker and reddish on her back to lighter and more yellow on her belly. Splotchy looking stripes adorn her from neck to tail, giving Ember a good camouflage amongst dead and dried leaves. She sports a pair of malformed nubs jutting out from the back of her head that if properly developed, may have become horns, and a crest of three webbed spines running in between the nubs, from the top of her head to mid neck. Her eyes look a little large for her head and are opalescent, changing their color with her mood. Ember`s wings look a little too large for her body but function properly. Lastly, not really a physical thing, but Ember`s scent is like a cross between cinnamon and nutmeg, with a touch of sea salt. [[Image:ColorEmb.png|thumb|left|Placeholder image]]

==Background==
===Origins===
Stolen from her nest as an egg along with her siblings to be sold as pets. Ember`s egg was small and underdeveloped and it was thought she wouldn't hatch at all. No one bought the egg believing that even if it did yield a hatchling it wouldn't live very long. But she did survive to hatching, and even thrived, but it was too late to sell her hatched. Her breed was only good to make a pet out of if bonded right out of the shell. It was too late for that with Ember` and the moment her wings dried of egg fluid she instinctively teleported away. Genetic memory showed her a beach and she followed the image to it on reflex. With help from some camping humans, she not only survived, but thrived, staying close to them until she was big and strong enough to look after herself. Her name comes from the fact that one of the camping humans pointed out that she "Looks like an ember from the campfire, come to life." Ember has since journeyed the world hoping to find other dragons, amassing herself a good sized hoard that is equal parts actual coins and gems, and trinkets she finds amusing. It was during these travels that she was given the proper Draconic name of Aryxonvaeros which translates to Graceful Fire. - She still prefers the simple and cute sounding Ember. Now, it's been many years and Ember hasn't seen another dragon in so long, she hopes to meet some cousins at the Broken Dagger.

===The Broken Dagger===
How the character found their way to the [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]]. Significant events experienced since their arrival.

==The Present==
The character's current circumstances. Where they can be found, what they do for a living, influential people in their life.

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Ember

2018-11-25T22:49:05Z

Shobits: /* Origins */

{{Infobox character
| name = Ember
| title = Aryxonvaeros
| image1 = EmbFace.png
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = A regular dragon in miniature
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Variable
| height = 10" nose to tail
| build = Slight
| features = Stunted growth and malformed nubs on her head that might have become horns
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = 
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
Ember is a tiny runt of a dragonette no more than ten inches long from her beak like snout to the tip of her spaded tail. She has a soft orange hide instead of hard scales that feels reminiscent of suede. Her coloration varies from darker and reddish on her back to lighter and more yellow on her belly. Splotchy looking stripes adorn her from neck to tail, giving Ember a good camouflage amongst dead and dried leaves. She sports a pair of malformed nubs jutting out from the back of her head that if properly developed, may have become horns, and a crest of three webbed spines running in between the nubs, from the top of her head to mid neck. Her eyes look a little large for her head and are opalescent, changing their color with her mood. Ember`s wings look a little to large for her body but function properly. Lastly, not really a physical thing, but Ember`s scent is like a cross between cinnamon and nutmeg, with a touch of sea salt. [[Image:ColorEmb.png|thumb|left|Placeholder image]]

==Background==
===Origins===
Stolen from her nest as an egg along with her siblings to be sold as pets. Ember`s egg was small and underdeveloped and it was thought she wouldn't hatch at all. No one bought the egg believing that even if it did yield a hatchling it wouldn't live very long. But she did survive to hatching, and even thrived, but it was too late to sell her hatched. Her breed was only good to make a pet out of if bonded right out of the shell. It was too late for that with Ember` and the moment her wings dried of egg fluid she instinctively teleported away. Genetic memory showed her a beach and she followed the image to it on reflex. With help from some camping humans, she not only survived, but thrived, staying close to them until she was big and strong enough to look after herself. Her name comes from the fact that one of the camping humans pointed out that she "Looks like an ember from the campfire, come to life." Ember has since journeyed the world hoping to find other dragons, amassing herself a good sized hoard that is equal parts actual coins and gems, and trinkets she finds amusing. It was during these travels that she was given the proper Draconic name of Aryxonvaeros which translates to Graceful Fire. - She still prefers the simple and cute sounding Ember. Now, it's been many years and Ember hasn't seen another dragon in so long, she hopes to meet some cousins at the Broken Dagger.

===The Broken Dagger===
How the character found their way to the [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]]. Significant events experienced since their arrival.

==The Present==
The character's current circumstances. Where they can be found, what they do for a living, influential people in their life.

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]

[[Category:Active Characters]]

N`vek

2015-08-24T20:20:14Z

Shobits:

{{Infobox character
| name = Kevan Golan 
| title = Squidboy
| image1 = WikiVek.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = Commoner
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Blue/Black 
| height = 5'8
| build = Slender; Lanky
| features = Large slanted eyes, color changing skin, four tentacles emerging from his back
| birth_date = 200
| birth_place = [[Northern New Dauntless]] 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Pool House Owner, Street Preformer, Fisher
| religion = [[One True Faith]]
}}
==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around his midteens.

N`vek's usual attire consists of a simple shirt with the back cut out for his tentacles, pants, and a cloak draped over his shoulders to hide aformentioned tentacles. On days of street preformances, N`vek wears much more colorful clothing to blend in with his flesh's colorchanging abilties and a cape that mimics streamers to disguise his tentacles.

The boy's voice is calm and kind and has a pitch to it that makes it seem like he's constantly underwater or like he has a cold. N`vek's curse has made him very skittish around new faces until he warms up.

==Background==
===Origins===
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast. Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was pride in the boy's voice.

"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smile looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses. "What did you do?"

"T'wasn't I who did anything, boy. T'was you." The old woman spat. "Innate Magic Users. Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see and know the truth."

Kevan pulled away from her with a frightened scream and took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother. Kevan refused to talk about what had frightened him so badly, or discuss what had given him the ugly scratches that seeped a foul smelling ooze. Once cleaned and bandaged it healed without a trace. Even when pressed, Kevan continued to avoid talking about it. But, as the days passed the curse the old woman had placed on him began to make itself known.

It would have been bad enough that the waters didn't speak with him again, but then the changes started. He didn't even notice them at first, but the boy's skill in the water grew. He could swim faster and better than anyone else in the village, a week later the physical aspects took root. The scratched arm was first to transform. Kevan's fingers grew webbed and the flesh turned clammy. He went from being the village's pride to a freak. His former water talents had dried up and were replaced with his hideous transformation.

===The Broken Dagger===
Kevan's appearance only grew worse as the years went on and after mishearing a conversation between his parents, the boy took on a new name, N`vek, his old name spelled backwards and ran away to seek out his brother in [[Myrkentown]] and perhaps a cure for his curse.

N`vek barely made it to [[Myrkentown]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)]] before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse had latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was now a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return.

==The Present==

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

Endymion

2015-08-24T20:19:54Z

Shobits:

{{Infobox character
| name = Endymion
| title = The Mythless, Aegis the Platestal
| image1 = EndyHead.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None/Black
| eye_colour = Gold/Honey
| height = 6'10/5'10
| build = Muscular and fit
| features = 
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = Raia
| children = Greer (Daughter)
| profession = Blacksmith
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
[[Image:EndyFinal.png|thumb|left|Endymion's True Form]]
True Form: Endymion is a mostly humanoid figure standing a full foot taller than his human form. He usually dresses in a Greek styled white tunic with a gold breastplate otherwise known as an aegis, his namesake. His flesh is the same color as that of the human body, a forge tanned olive. The face looks very similar but a little more angular and something almost aquiline. This is especially visible in Endymion's slanted and golden eyes. His ears are pointed and tufted at the tips with rusty colored feathers, and there are a pair of fangs visible beneath his lips. The creature's head is smooth and bald, his body muscular, his hands end in three fingers and a thumb, and his legs are digitigrade. These legs end oddly enough not with hooves like some might expect, but with a series of splayed clawed toes. He sports a long muscular tail that ends with a harsh looking blade. Lastly, the creature sports a pair of wings that are neither angel nor devil, but a mesh of the two. Leathery dark grey, covered up to where the coverts would be on a bird's wing in a fluffy layer of rusty mottled feathers.

[[Image:HumanEndy.jpg|thumb|left|Endymion's Human Appearance]]

Human: In his human form, Endymion resembles a man of medium height and an athletic build with muscular arms from working at the smith. His skin is a forge tanned olive hue and he often sports small burns along his arms that never seem to last for long or scar. He has honey colored eyes and curly black hair of a medium length. Despite his hard work at the smith, the man's hands never callous. He has a kind and noble looking face with an almost rugged appearance. While talking with his friend [[Zilliah]], Endymion was surprised to learn that the human form he had obtained was that of "a desirable specimen." He is a fan of fancy dress and finer fabrics, and when not working, keeps himself impeccably dressed. Though, being a blacksmith his work clothes are often soiled by soot and sport small scorch marks.

==Background==
===Origins===
Endymion is a being of the Ether, a realm of belief and thought. A place where inspiration takes form and where myths can call home and draw their power. He is a creature composed more of thoughts and beliefs than actual blood. He is ageless; yet technically speaking, before arriving at The Broken Dagger, Endymion did not exist.

Endymion started out as nothing more than wisps and shadows born out of the stories and fears of primitive humans eons ago, born of imaginings and dreams. Back in a time when the world was new and magic saturated the land even more so than today. Man rose with intelligence, and a need to pass on that intelligence. A need to explore and seek meaning. Discovery the whys of the World. And what Man could see not explanations for? He invented explanations for. And so myths were born.

Endymion is different. Endymion the Mythless as other creatures free to roam the Ether refer to him. He had his chance to branch off a new story, to even become the Beginning of his own race. He lost his chance, his chance to become a shared myth of a people, to become his own people, his chance to solidify and become real. His chance for a Name. None of this was through any fault of his own. As stated before; the World was new back then. New and filled with more dangers than today. A rival band of humans slaughtered the tribe from which Endymion can trace his roots.

There was no longer any Myth to call his own. Nor were there any people to carry on and continue his What and Who. There was no Myth to tie him to the Earth. So, Endymion retreated to the Ether as a partially formed creation that could barely be considered a thought. It could scarcely be said that at this point, whether Endymion even truly ever existed. He persevered, remained active; at first through the residual power and empathic energies clinging to surviving artifacts from his origins, and then later through the Sparks of inspiration and imagination. He became a being that fed off the positive energies of artistic creation.

It took Endymion centuries to gather up enough power and energy to subsist on his own. It took even longer than that to figure out how to manifest himself a body of sorts. There were faults to his attempts of course. Endymion could only take on the forms of his limited myth exposure; a scary shadow, a hawk-like creature, or a dark figure. But mostly Endymion’s forms took the shape of blurry and unknown fears from the darkness he never had a chance to rise out of. Endymion named himself after this action of visiting the Earth, his diving into the world.

There were further downsides in store for Endymion. While he could enter the world, he could not become a true part of it, as technically speaking he was not real. Only the very young and very old could even See him. The young, for they were not long away from the place of Before; and the old, for they would soon be joining the After. Endymion walked the lines between nonexistence, existence and life. Throughout his frequent visits to the surface world, Endymion soon took on a reputation that was equally good and bad.

What Endymion yearned for the most were stories. To hear the tales that gave off the energies that fed his Ethereal form. The only problem was to hear such tales would put him into view of humans for the first time. And further solidifying his streak of luck, the place he would be most likely to hear those coveted stories were around children. But sometimes someone would smile down on Endymion, and there would be protection from his normal misfortune. Young children could see him, and young children are much more open, trusting, and accepting to the bizarre. Most of these would treat Endymion as a friend.

His unusual semi-existence on Earth was starting to become a happy one, learning of myths and being in the presence of happy and delighted children boosted his power, even if other Ether beings would laugh at him for dragging himself into the roles of Imaginary Friend, Guardian Angel, and the hated Boogeyman as some had perceived him. It was during one of these roles, that Endymion met Raia.

He had felt impressions of something familiar during one of his brief visits to the physical realm. Endymion investigated one night and ended up in the yard of a small house, there had to be some sort of artifact buried nearby. He never found an artifact, instead someone found him. A young girl lived in the house and she could See him, [More to come!]

===The Broken Dagger===

==The Present==

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

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2015-04-22T02:19:21Z

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Ember

2015-04-22T01:24:50Z

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{{Infobox character
| name = Ember
| title = Aryxonvaeros
| image1 = EmbFace.png
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = A regular dragon in miniature
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Variable
| height = 10" nose to tail
| build = Slight
| features = Stunted growth and malformed nubs on her head that might have become horns
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = 
| religion = 
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==Description==
Ember is a tiny runt of a dragonette no more than ten inches long from her beak like snout to the tip of her spaded tail. She has a soft orange hide instead of hard scales that feels reminiscent of suede. Her coloration varies from darker and reddish on her back to lighter and more yellow on her belly. Splotchy looking stripes adorn her from neck to tail, giving Ember a good camouflage amongst dead and dried leaves. She sports a pair of malformed nubs jutting out from the back of her head that if properly developed, may have become horns, and a crest of three webbed spines running in between the nubs, from the top of her head to mid neck. Her eyes look a little large for her head and are opalescent, changing their color with her mood. Ember`s wings look a little to large for her body but function properly. Lastly, not really a physical thing, but Ember`s scent is like a cross between cinnamon and nutmeg, with a touch of sea salt. [[Image:ColorEmb.png|thumb|left|Placeholder image]]

==Background==
===Origins===
Stolen from her nest as an egg along with her siblings to be sold as pets. Ember`s egg was small and underdeveloped and it was though she wouldn't hatch at all. No one bought the egg believing that even if it did yield a hatchling it wouldn't live very long. But she did survive to hatching, and even thrived, but it was too late to sell her hatched. Her breed was only good to make a pet out of if bonded right out of the shell. It was too late for that with Ember` and the moment her wings dried of egg fluid she instinctively teleported away. Genetic memory showed her a beach and she followed the image to it on reflex. With help from some camping humans, she not only survived, but thrived, staying close to them until she was big and strong enough to look after herself. Her name comes from the fact that one of the camping humans pointed out that she "Looks like an ember from the campfire, come to life." Ember has since journeyed the world hoping to find other dragons, amassing herself a good sized hoard that is equal parts actual coins and gems, and trinkets she finds amusing. It was during these travels that she was given the proper Draconic name of Aryxonvaeros which translates to Graceful Fire. - She still prefers the simple and cute sounding Ember. Now, it's been many years and Ember han't seen another dragon in so long, she hopes to meet some cousins at the Broken Dagger.

===The Broken Dagger===
How the character found their way to the [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]]. Significant events experienced since their arrival.

==The Present==
The character's current circumstances. Where they can be found, what they do for a living, influential people in their life.

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Ember

2014-10-20T01:33:53Z

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{{Infobox character
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| title = Aryxonvaeros
| image1 = EmbFace.png
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = A regular dragon in miniature
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Variable
| height = 4" at the withers
| build = Slight
| features = Stunted growth and malformed nubs on her head that might have become horns
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = 
| religion = 
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==Description==
Ember is a tiny runt of a dragonette no more than ten inches long from her beak like snout to the tip of her spaded tail. She has a soft orange hide instead of hard scales that feels reminiscent of suede. Her coloration varies from darker and reddish on her back to lighter and more yellow on her belly. Splotchy looking stripes adorn her from neck to tail, giving Ember a good camouflage amongst dead and dried leaves. She sports a pair of malformed nubs jutting out from the back of her head that if properly developed, may have become horns, and a crest of three webbed spines running in between the nubs, from the top of her head to mid neck. Her eyes look a little large for her head and are opalescent, changing their color with her mood. Ember`s wings look a little to large for her body but function properly. Lastly, not really a physical thing, but Ember`s scent is like a cross between cinnamon and nutmeg, with a touch of sea salt. [[Image:ColorEmb.png|thumb|left|Placeholder image]]

==Background==
===Origins===
Stolen from her nest as an egg along with her siblings to be sold as pets. Ember`s egg was small and underdeveloped and it was though she wouldn't hatch at all. No one bought the egg believing that even if it did yield a hatchling it wouldn't live very long. But she did survive to hatching, and even thrived, but it was too late to sell her hatched. Her breed was only good to make a pet out of if bonded right out of the shell. It was too late for that with Ember` and the moment her wings dried of egg fluid she instinctively teleported away. Genetic memory showed her a beach and she followed the image to it on reflex. With help from some camping humans, she not only survived, but thrived, staying close to them until she was big and strong enough to look after herself. Her name comes from the fact that one of the camping humans pointed out that she "Looks like an ember from the campfire, come to life." Ember has since journeyed the world hoping to find other dragons, amassing herself a good sized hoard that is equal parts actual coins and gems, and trinkets she finds amusing. It was during these travels that she was given the proper Draconic name of Aryxonvaeros which translates to Graceful Fire. - She still prefers the simple and cute sounding Ember. Now, it's been many years and Ember han't seen another dragon in so long, she hopes to meet some cousins at the Broken Dagger.

===The Broken Dagger===
How the character found their way to the [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]]. Significant events experienced since their arrival.

==The Present==
The character's current circumstances. Where they can be found, what they do for a living, influential people in their life.

==Plots==
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2014-10-20T01:31:14Z

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2014-10-20T01:30:08Z

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Shannon Myeres

2014-10-19T20:58:28Z

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{{Infobox character
| name = Shannon Myeres
| title = 
| image1 = BrknShan01.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = Brown 
| eye_colour = Green
| height = 5’ 
| build = Short and trim
| features = Often seen wearing a suit of armor, outside of it she doesn’t look a day over seventeen
| birth_date = 147
| birth_place = [[Sherrydown]]
| death_date = 164 (missing, presumed dead)
| death_place = [[Sherrydown]]
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Wanderer
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
[[Image:BrknShan02.jpg|thumb|left|Fancy Clothes]] There is nothing really all that flashy about Shannon at first glance. She is a rather plain looking girl. The most striking feature is probably her eyes, a bright and intense green. But, other than that she is a fair looking young woman. Short for her apparent age with mousy brown hair, clad in simple clothes. Matching her plain and simple appearance, Shannon’s voice is careful and soft spoken. Despite frequently vanishing, only to return looking beaten and exhausted, she tends to keep quiet and not draw attention to herself, but with a past like Shannon’s attention is always lingering in the shadows.

Once Shannon dons her suit, the plainness all falls apart. Her suit is a strange and foreign looking armor. The suit is mostly gold in color with some trimmings of bronze around the joints. There are strange runes circling around the neck, arms, and legs that at times seem to pulsate with an otherworldly green glow. There is no obvious way visible in which Shannon puts on and takes off this armor.

==Background==
===Origins===
Shannon was the daughter of a mayor decades ago and for a while, enjoyed a calm and quiet life. That all changed the day of the earthquake. Shannon, along with two friends made a grave mistake. The earthquake had opened up a cave-like rift in the ground, and her friends wanted to explore it. At first Shannon did not want to go, she wanted to remain in her village and help her father and the people with the damage where she could. But, eventually they had wheedled her into coming along. She was scared, but the adventure promised didn’t seem to be too bad. She was even starting to enjoy it, which was when she spotted the odd crystal jutting out of the wall. The thing caught her eye, and Shannon headed over and stroked it with a single finger, shuddering at the feeling it gave her. She backed away, suddenly wanting to go back home. Her friends laughed at her for getting spooked by a crystal, but when they saw it, their minds turned to thoughts of profit. It was a large and very nice looking crystal. They could pry it out of the wall and possibly sell it for a good bit of money.

The moment the crystal was removed, what little light there had been in the rift went out. The opening hadn’t collapsed, there wasn’t a cave-in, all the light just stopped. One of Shannon’s friends lost it completely and threw the crystal to the ground before taking off running and screaming. There was a flash of green light from the floored crystal, and the screaming abruptly stopped with a solitary thud. Her second friend yelled and kicked the crystal before he too took off running. He was met with the same fate as the first. Now just Shannon remained, she had no idea what happened to her friends and was too afraid to even move. Shannon's still not sure how long she remained motionless and terrified before something happened. Something emerged from the crystal. They'd upset a Higher Being's sacred grounds, and desecrated them with their presence, before trying to run from their trespassing sins. All of them but Shannon... The girl had been terrified, but stayed, she hadn't run. This interested the Higher Being who offered Shannon a choice, either It would kill her now and claim her soul along with the souls of her two now dead friends, or she could work off their trespass.

She agreed without even hearing the conditions. She was given powers and a uniform to suit her new position under the Higher Being. But, it was a curse, Shannon could never return home, and the powers were horrible, only capable of causing pain. She could create blasts of a strange glowing green magic. The blasts show little to no effect whatsoever to non-organic material. But, organic materials on the other hand are dreadfully burned and even rotted away. She was a pawn, used in some game that Beings like this one enjoyed playing.

Shannon was forced to fight other pawns, but mostly she was used as a weapon against the Being's enemies. As more and more time passed, Shannon couldn't take it anymore and soon stole the artifact where the Being housed her friend's souls and fled. She tearfully freed them and tried to return home, only to find that though she had stayed the same, decades had passed while she had been under the Being. She couldn't return home now and continued running, but the Higher Being caught her with no trouble at all. But the question on how to punish Shannon for her defiance and theft remained. By now the girl would consider death to be a release.

In the end It enhanced Shannon's powers to the point where she couldn’t go without the enchanted armor for long. The magical energies inside her body would not lay dormant. Now Shannon would physically need to enter battle to Its bidding and now a threat of further punishment hangs over Shannon’s head: disobey or anger the Being again and the power will become all that’s left of Shannon, she will never feel or be human again. [[Image:BrknShan03.jpg|thumb|right|The Armor]]

===The Broken Dagger===
Shannon has spent the last few decades wandering the world in her self-imposed exile from humanity. She never stays in one area for too long before the Higher Being summons her to Its court. It wasn’t until she came across [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]] that Shannon felt she found some place where she just might be able to find kindred spirits.

==The Present==
Since arriving in [[Myrken Wood]], Shannon has yet to hear from the Higher Being, but the threat It left hangs over Shannon’s head like her own personal storm cloud. [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]] has gifted her with a troubling present of a doll that looks exactly like her. His words didn't help either. As long as Shannon is within an arm’s length of the doll, even in her armor, she appears human.

Since her arrival, Shannon has had an unfortunate run-in with [[Catch]] which has left Shannon confused as to whether the addled man hates or fears her.

==Plots==
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File:BrknShan03.jpg

2014-10-19T20:55:09Z

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2014-10-19T20:53:34Z

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2014-10-19T20:51:12Z

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Shannon Myeres

2014-10-12T22:43:56Z

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{{Infobox character
| name = Shannon Myeres
| title = 
| image1 = 
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = Brown 
| eye_colour = Green
| height = 5’ 
| build = Short and trim
| features = Often seen wearing a suit of armor, outside of it she doesn’t look a day over seventeen
| birth_date = 147
| birth_place = [[Sherrydown]]
| death_date = 164(missing, presumed dead)
| death_place = [[Sherrydown]]
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Wanderer
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
There is nothing really all that flashy about Shannon at first glance. She is a rather plain looking girl. The most striking feature is probably her eyes, a bright and intense green. But, other than that she is a fair looking young woman. Short for her apparent age with mousy brown hair, clad in simple clothes. Matching her plain and simple appearance, Shannon’s voice is careful and soft spoken. Despite frequently vanishing, only to return looking beaten and exhausted, she tends to keep quiet and not draw attention to herself, but with a past like Shannon’s attention is always lingering in the shadows.

Once Shannon dons her suit, the plainness all falls apart. Her suit is a strange and foreign looking armor. The suit is mostly gold in color with some trimmings of bronze around the joints. There are strange runes circling around the neck, arms, and legs that at times seem to pulsate with an otherworldly green glow. There is no obvious way visible in which Shannon puts on and takes off this armor.

==Background==
===Origins===
Shannon was the daughter of a mayor decades ago and for a while, enjoyed a calm and quiet life. That all changed the day of the earthquake. Shannon, along with two friends made a grave mistake. The earthquake had opened up a cave-like rift in the ground, and her friends wanted to explore it. At first Shannon did not want to go, she wanted to remain in her village and help her father and the people with the damage where she could. But, eventually they had wheedled her into coming along. She was scared, but the adventure promised didn’t seem to be too bad. She was even starting to enjoy it, which was when she spotted the odd crystal jutting out of the wall. The thing caught her eye, and Shannon headed over and stroked it with a single finger, shuddering at the feeling it gave her. She backed away, suddenly wanting to go back home. Her friends laughed at her for getting spooked by a crystal, but when they saw it, their minds turned to thoughts of profit. It was a large and very nice looking crystal. They could pry it out of the wall and possibly sell it for a good bit of money.

The moment the crystal was removed, what little light there had been in the rift went out. The opening hadn’t collapsed, there wasn’t a cave-in, all the light just stopped. One of Shannon’s friends lost it completely and threw the crystal to the ground before taking off running and screaming. There was a flash of green light from the floored crystal, and the screaming abruptly stopped with a solitary thud. Her second friend yelled and kicked the crystal before he too took off running. He was met with the same fate as the first. Now just Shannon remained, she had no idea what happened to her friends and was too afraid to even move. Shannon's still not sure how long she remained motionless and terrified before something happened. Something emerged from the crystal. They'd upset a Higher Being's sacred grounds, and desecrated them with their presence, before trying to run from their trespassing sins. All of them but Shannon... The girl had been terrified, but stayed, she hadn't run. This interested the Higher Being who offered Shannon a choice, either It would kill her now and claim her soul along with the souls of her two now dead friends, or she could work off their trespass.

She agreed without even hearing the conditions. She was given powers and a uniform to suit her new position under the Higher Being. But, it was a curse, Shannon could never return home, and the powers were horrible, only capable of causing pain. She could create blasts of a strange glowing green magic. The blasts show little to no effect whatsoever to non-organic material. But, organic materials on the other hand are dreadfully burned and even rotted away. She was a pawn, used in some game that Beings like this one enjoyed playing.

Shannon was forced to fight other pawns, but mostly she was used as a weapon against the Being's enemies. As more and more time passed, Shannon couldn't take it anymore and soon stole the artifact where the Being housed her friend's souls and fled. She tearfully freed them and tried to return home, only to find that though she had stayed the same, decades had passed while she had been under the Being. She couldn't return home now and continued running, but the Higher Being caught her with no trouble at all. But the question on how to punish Shannon for her defiance and theft remained. By now the girl would consider death to be a release.

In the end It enhanced Shannon's powers to the point where she couldn’t go without the enchanted armor for long. The magical energies inside her body would not lay dormant. Now Shannon would physically need to enter battle to Its bidding and now a threat of further punishment hangs over Shannon’s head: disobey or anger the Being again and the power will become all that’s left of Shannon, she will never feel or be human again.

===The Broken Dagger===
Shannon has spent the last few decades wandering the world in her self-imposed exile from humanity. She never stays in one area for too long before the Higher Being summons her to Its court. It wasn’t until she came across [[Myrken Wood]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger tavern]] that Shannon felt she found some place where she just might be able to find kindred spirits.

==The Present==
Since arriving in [[Myrken Wood]], Shannon has yet to hear from the Higher Being, but the threat It left hangs over Shannon’s head like her own personal storm cloud. [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]] has gifted her with a troubling present of a doll that looks like her. As long as Shannon is within an arm’s length of the doll, even in her armor, she appears human.
Since her arrival, Shannon has had an unfortunate run-in with [[Catch]] which has left Shannon confused as to whether the addled man hates or fears her.

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

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[[Category:Active Characters]]

Endymion

2014-10-06T00:59:53Z

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{{Infobox character
| name = Endymion
| title = The Mythless, Aegis the Platestal
| image1 = EndyHead.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None/Black
| eye_colour = Gold/Honey
| height = 6'8/5'8
| build = Muscular and fit
| features = 
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = Raia
| children = Greer (Daughter)
| profession = Blacksmith
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
[[Image:EndyFinal.png|thumb|left|Endymion's True Form]]
True Form: Endymion is a mostly humanoid figure standing a full foot taller than his human form. He usually dresses in a Greek styled white tunic with a gold breastplate otherwise known as an aegis, his namesake. His flesh is the same color as that of the human body, a forge tanned olive. The face looks very similar but a little more angular and something almost aquiline. This is especially visible in Endymion's slanted and golden eyes. His ears are pointed and tufted at the tips with rusty colored feathers, and there are a pair of fangs visible beneath his lips. The creature's head is smooth and bald, his body muscular, his hands end in three fingers and a thumb, and his legs are digitigrade. These legs end oddly enough not with hooves like some might expect, but with a series of splayed clawed toes. He sports a long muscular tail that ends with a harsh looking blade. Lastly, the creature sports a pair of wings that are neither angel nor devil, but a mesh of the two. Leathery dark grey, covered up to where the coverts would be on a bird's wing in a fluffy layer of rusty mottled feathers.

[[Image:HumanEndy.jpg|thumb|left|Endymion's Human Appearance]]

Human: In his human form, Endymion resembles a man of medium height and an athletic build with muscular arms from working at the smith. His skin is a forge tanned olive hue and he often sports small burns along his arms that never seem to last for long or scar. He has honey colored eyes and curly black hair of a medium length. Despite his hard work at the smith, the man's hands never callous. He has a kind and noble looking face with an almost rugged appearance. While talking with his friend [[Zilliah]], Endymion was surprised to learn that the human form he had obtained was that of "a desirable specimen." He is a fan of fancy dress and finer fabrics, and when not working, keeps himself impeccably dressed. Though, being a blacksmith his work clothes are often soiled by soot and sport small scorch marks.

==Background==
===Origins===
Endymion is a being of the Ether, a realm of belief and thought. A place where inspiration takes form and where myths can call home and draw their power. He is a creature composed more of thoughts and beliefs than actual blood. He is ageless; yet technically speaking, before arriving at The Broken Dagger, Endymion did not exist.

Endymion started out as nothing more than wisps and shadows born out of the stories and fears of primitive humans eons ago, born of imaginings and dreams. Back in a time when the world was new and magic saturated the land even more so than today. Man rose with intelligence, and a need to pass on that intelligence. A need to explore and seek meaning. Discovery the whys of the World. And what Man could see not explanations for? He invented explanations for. And so myths were born.

Endymion is different. Endymion the Mythless as other creatures free to roam the Ether refer to him. He had his chance to branch off a new story, to even become the Beginning of his own race. He lost his chance, his chance to become a shared myth of a people, to become his own people, his chance to solidify and become real. His chance for a Name. None of this was through any fault of his own. As stated before; the World was new back then. New and filled with more dangers than today. A rival band of humans slaughtered the tribe from which Endymion can trace his roots.

There was no longer any Myth to call his own. Nor were there any people to carry on and continue his What and Who. There was no Myth to tie him to the Earth. So, Endymion retreated to the Ether as a partially formed creation that could barely be considered a thought. It could scarcely be said that at this point, whether Endymion even truly ever existed. He persevered, remained active; at first through the residual power and empathic energies clinging to surviving artifacts from his origins, and then later through the Sparks of inspiration and imagination. He became a being that fed off the positive energies of artistic creation.

It took Endymion centuries to gather up enough power and energy to subsist on his own. It took even longer than that to figure out how to manifest himself a body of sorts. There were faults to his attempts of course. Endymion could only take on the forms of his limited myth exposure; a scary shadow, a hawk-like creature, or a dark figure. But mostly Endymion’s forms took the shape of blurry and unknown fears from the darkness he never had a chance to rise out of. Endymion named himself after this action of visiting the Earth, his diving into the world.

There were further downsides in store for Endymion. While he could enter the world, he could not become a true part of it, as technically speaking he was not real. Only the very young and very old could even See him. The young, for they were not long away from the place of Before; and the old, for they would soon be joining the After. Endymion walked the lines between nonexistence, existence and life. Throughout his frequent visits to the surface world, Endymion soon took on a reputation that was equally good and bad.

What Endymion yearned for the most were stories. To hear the tales that gave off the energies that fed his Ethereal form. The only problem was to hear such tales would put him into view of humans for the first time. And further solidifying his streak of luck, the place he would be most likely to hear those coveted stories were around children. But sometimes someone would smile down on Endymion, and there would be protection from his normal misfortune. Young children could see him, and young children are much more open, trusting, and accepting to the bizarre. Most of these would treat Endymion as a friend.

His unusual semi-existence on Earth was starting to become a happy one, learning of myths and being in the presence of happy and delighted children boosted his power, even if other Ether beings would laugh at him for dragging himself into the roles of Imaginary Friend, Guardian Angel, and the hated Boogeyman as some had perceived him. It was during one of these roles, that Endymion met Raia.

He had felt impressions of something familiar during one of his brief visits to the physical realm. Endymion investigated one night and ended up in the yard of a small house, there had to be some sort of artifact buried nearby. He never found an artifact, instead someone found him. A young girl lived in the house and she could See him, [More to come!]

===The Broken Dagger===

==The Present==

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

Endymion

2014-09-21T22:33:37Z

Shobits: /* Origins */

{{Infobox character
| name = Endymion
| title = The Mythless, Aegis the Platestal
| image1 = EndyHead.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = 
| hair_colour = None/Black
| eye_colour = Gold/Honey
| height = 6'8/5'8
| build = Muscular and fit
| features = 
| birth_date = 
| birth_place = 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = Raia
| children = Greer (Daughter)
| profession = Blacksmith
| religion = 
}}

==Description==
[[Image:EndyFinal.png|thumb|left|Endymion's True Form]]
True Form: Endymion is a mostly humanoid figure standing a full foot taller than his human form. He usually dresses in a Greek styled white tunic with a gold breastplate otherwise known as an aegis, his namesake. His flesh is the same color as that of the human body, a forge tanned olive. The face looks very similar but a little more angular and something almost aquiline. This is especially visible in Endymion's slanted and golden eyes. His ears are pointed and tufted at the tips with rusty colored feathers, and there are a pair of fangs visible beneath his lips. The creature's head is smooth and bald, his body muscular, his hands end in three fingers and a thumb, and his legs are digitigrade. These legs end oddly enough not with hooves like some might expect, but with a series of splayed clawed toes. He sports a long muscular tail that ends with a harsh looking blade. Lastly, the creature sports a pair of wings that are neither angel nor devil, but a mesh of the two. Leathery dark grey, covered up to where the coverts would be on a bird's wing in a fluffy layer of rusty mottled feathers.

[[Image:HumanEndy.jpg|thumb|left|Endymion's Human Appearance]]

Human: In his human form, Endymion resembles a man of medium height and an athletic build with muscular arms from working at the smith. His skin is a forge tanned olive hue and he often sports small burns along his arms that never seem to last for long or scar. He has honey colored eyes and curly black hair of a medium length. Despite his hard work at the smith, the man's hands never callous. He has a kind and noble looking face with an almost rugged appearance. While talking with his friend [[Zilliah]], Endymion was surprised to learn that the human form he had obtained was that of "a desirable specimen." He is a fan of fancy dress and finer fabrics, and when not working, keeps himself impeccably dressed. Though, being a blacksmith his work clothes are often soiled by soot and sport small scorch marks.

==Background==
===Origins===
Endymion is a being of the Ether, a realm of belief and thought. A place where inspiration takes form and where myths can call home and draw their power. He is a creature composed more of thoughts and beliefs than actual blood. He is ageless; yet technically speaking, before arriving at The Broken Dagger, Endymion did not exist.

Endymion started out as nothing more than wisps and shadows born out of the stories and fears of primitive humans eons ago, born of imaginings and dreams. Back in a time when the world was new and magic saturated the land even more so than today. Man rose with intelligence, and a need to pass on that intelligence. A need to explore and seek meaning. Discovery the whys of the World. And what Man could see not explanations for? He invented explanations for. And so myths were born.

Endymion is different. Endymion the Mythless as other creatures free to roam the Ether refer to him. He had his chance to branch off a new story, to even become the Beginning of his own race. He lost his chance, his chance to become a shared myth of a people, to become his own people, his chance to solidify and become real. His chance for a Name. None of this was through any fault of his own. As stated before; the World was new back then. New and filled with more dangers than today. A rival band of humans slaughtered the tribe from which Endymion can trace his roots.

There was no longer any Myth to call his own. Nor were there any people to carry on and continue his What and Who. There was no Myth to tie him to the Earth. So, Endymion retreated to the Ether as a partially formed creation that could barely be considered a thought. It could scarcely be said that at this point, whether Endymion even truly ever existed. He persevered, remained active; at first through the residual power and empathic energies clinging to surviving artifacts from his origins, and then later through the Sparks of inspiration and imagination. He became a being that fed off the positive energies of artistic creation.

It took Endymion centuries to gather up enough power and energy to subsist on his own. It took even longer than that to figure out how to manifest himself a body of sorts. There were faults to his attempts of course. Endymion could only take on the forms of his limited myth exposure; a scary shadow, a hawk-like creature, or a dark figure. But mostly Endymion’s forms took the shape of blurry and unknown fears from the darkness he never had a chance to rise out of. Endymion named himself after this action of visiting the Earth, his diving into the world.

There were further downsides in store for Endymion. While he could enter the world, he could not become a true part of it, as technically speaking he was not real. Only the very young and very old could even See him. The young, for they were not long away from the place of Before; and the old, for they would soon be joining the After. Endymion walked the lines between nonexistence, existence and life. Throughout his frequent visits to the surface world, Endymion soon took on a reputation that was equally good and bad.

What Endymion yearned for the most were stories. To hear the tales that gave off the energies that fed his Ethereal form. The only problem was to hear such tales would put him into view of humans for the first time. And further solidifying his streak of luck, the place he would be most likely to hear those coveted stories were around children. But sometimes someone would smile down on Endymion, and there would be protection from his normal misfortune. Young children could see him, and young children are much more open, trusting, and accepting to the bizarre. Most of these would treat Endymion as a friend.

His unusual semi-existence on Earth was starting to become a happy one, learning of myths and being in the presence of happy and delighted children boosted his power, even if other Ether beings would laugh at him for dragging himself into the roles of Imaginary Friend, Guardian Angel, and the hated Boogeyman as some had perceived him. It was during one of these roles, that Endymion met Raia.

He had felt impressions of something familiar during one of his brief visits to the physical realm. Endymion investigated one night and ended up in the yard of a small house, there had to be some sort of artifact buried nearby. He never found an artifact, instead someone found him. A young girl lived in the house and she could See him, [More to come!]

===The Broken Dagger===

==The Present==

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]

Endymion

2014-09-21T16:38:45Z

Shobits:

File:HumanEndy.jpg

2014-09-21T16:06:41Z

Shobits:

File:EndyFinal.png

2014-09-21T15:56:19Z

Shobits: Those with Sight can See past Endymion's human form and glimpse this.

Those with Sight can See past Endymion's human form and glimpse this.

File:EndyHead.jpg

2014-09-21T15:48:17Z

Shobits: A head shot of Endymion's True form. Thank you, AnE. Your work is amazing.

A head shot of Endymion's True form.
Thank you, AnE. Your work is amazing.

N`vek

2014-09-11T02:32:47Z

Shobits:

{{Infobox character
| name = Kevan Golan 
| title = Squidboy
| image1 = WikiVek.jpg
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = Commoner
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Blue/Black 
| height = 5'4
| build = Slender; Lanky
| features = Large slanted eyes, color changing skin, four tentacles emerging from his back
| birth_date = 200
| birth_place = [[Northern New Dauntless]] 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Pool House Owner, Street Preformer, Fisher
| religion = [[One True Faith]]
}}
==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around his midteens.

N`vek's usual attire consists of a simple shirt with the back cut out for his tentacles, pants, and a cloak draped over his shoulders to hide aformentioned tentacles. On days of street preformances, N`vek wears much more colorful clothing to blend in with his flesh's colorchanging abilties and a cape that mimics streamers to disguise his tentacles.

The boy's voice is calm and kind and has a pitch to it that makes it seem like he's constantly underwater or like he has a cold. N`vek's curse has made him very skittish around new faces until he warms up.

==Background==
===Origins===
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast. Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was pride in the boy's voice.

"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smile looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses. "What did you do?"

"T'wasn't I who did anything, boy. T'was you." The old woman spat. "Innate Magic Users. Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see and know the truth."

Kevan pulled away from her with a frightened scream and took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother. Kevan refused to talk about what had frightened him so badly, or discuss what had given him the ugly scratches that seeped a foul smelling ooze. Once cleaned and bandaged it healed without a trace. Even when pressed, Kevan continued to avoid talking about it. But, as the days passed the curse the old woman had placed on him began to make itself known.

It would have been bad enough that the waters didn't speak with him again, but then the changes started. He didn't even notice them at first, but the boy's skill in the water grew. He could swim faster and better than anyone else in the village, a week later the physical aspects took root. The scratched arm was first to transform. Kevan's fingers grew webbed and the flesh turned clammy. He went from being the village's pride to a freak. His former water talents had dried up and were replaced with his hideous transformation.

===The Broken Dagger===
Kevan's appearance only grew worse as the years went on and after mishearing a conversation between his parents, the boy took on a new name, N`vek, his old name spelled backwards and ran away to seek out his brother in [[Myrkentown]] and perhaps a cure for his curse.

N`vek barely made it to [[Myrkentown]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)]] before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse had latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was now a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return.

==The Present==

==Plots==
Major [[:Category:Plots|plot events]] in which the character has been involved.

[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

N`vek

2014-09-11T01:55:28Z

Shobits:

{{Infobox character
| name = Kevan Golan 
| title = Squidboy
| image1 = [[File:WikiVek.jpg]]
| alt1 = 
| caption1 = 
| archetype = Commoner
| hair_colour = None
| eye_colour = Blue/Black 
| height = 5'4
| build = Slender; Lanky
| features = Large slanted eyes, color changing skin, four tentacles emerging from his back
| birth_date = 200
| birth_place = [[Northern New Dauntless]] 
| death_date = 
| death_place = 
| spouses = 
| children = 
| profession = Pool House Owner, Street Preformer, Fisher
| religion = [[One True Faith]]
}}
==Background==
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast. Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was pride in the boy's voice.

"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smile looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses. "What did you do?"

"T'wasn't I who did anything, boy. T'was you." The old woman spat. "Innate Magic Users. Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see and know the truth."

Kevan pulled away from her with a frightened scream and took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother. Kevan refused to talk about what had frightened him so badly, or discuss what had given him the ugly scratches that seeped a foul smelling ooze. Once cleaned and bandaged it healed without a trace. Even when pressed, Kevan continued to avoid talking about it. But, as the days passed the curse the old woman had placed on him began to make itself known.

It would have been bad enough that the waters didn't speak with him again, but then the changes started. He didn't even notice them at first, but the boy's skill in the water grew. He could swim faster and better than anyone else in the village, a week later the physical aspects took root. The scratched arm was first to transform. Kevan's fingers grew webbed and the flesh turned clammy. He went from being the village's pride to a freak. His former water talents had dried up and were replaced with his hideous transformation.

Kevan's appearance only grew worse as the years went on and after mishearing a conversation between his parents, the boy took on a new name, N`vek, his old name spelled backwards and ran away to seek out his brother in [[Myrkentown]] and perhaps a cure for his curse.

==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around his midteens.

==Current==
N`vek barely made it to [[Myrkentown]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)]] before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse had latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was now a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return.

[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

File:WikiVek.jpg

2014-09-11T01:51:07Z

Shobits: N`vek/Kevin/Kevan drawn by the Amazing AnE

N`vek/Kevin/Kevan drawn by the Amazing AnE

N`vek

2014-09-10T18:59:55Z

Shobits:

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|-valign="top"
|Status: || Citizen
|-valign="top"
|Title: || N/a
|-valign="top"
|Marital Status: || Single
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|-
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==Background==
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast. Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was pride in the boy's voice.

"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smile looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses. "What did you do?"

"T'wasn't I who did anything, boy. T'was you." The old woman spat. "Innate Magic Users. Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see and know the truth."

Kevan pulled away from her with a frightened scream and took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother. Kevan refused to talk about what had frightened him so badly, or discuss what had given him the ugly scratches that seeped a foul smelling ooze. Once cleaned and bandaged it healed without a trace. Even when pressed, Kevan continued to avoid talking about it. But, as the days passed the curse the old woman had placed on him began to make itself known.

It would have been bad enough that the waters didn't speak with him again, but then the changes started. He didn't even notice them at first, but the boy's skill in the water grew. He could swim faster and better than anyone else in the village, a week later the physical aspects took root. The scratched arm was first to transform. Kevan's fingers grew webbed and the flesh turned clammy. He went from being the village's pride to a freak. His former water talents had dried up and were replaced with his hideous transformation.

Kevan's appearance only grew worse as the years went on and after mishearing a conversation between his parents, the boy took on a new name, N`vek, his old name spelled backwards and ran away to seek out his brother in [[Myrkentown]] and perhaps a cure for his curse.

==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around his midteens.

==Current==
N`vek barely made it to [[Myrkentown]] and the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)]] before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse had latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. [[Drachiathoryx|Drache]] was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was now a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return.

[[Category:Characters]]
[[Category:Active Characters]]

N`vek

2012-07-04T20:30:01Z

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==Background==

N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.

When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast.

Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.

"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked. "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things that aren't there."

"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was a cheerful kiddy pride in the boy's voice.
"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how she said Little Ser.

"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.

"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smiled looked all the more horrible.

"Because... it stopped... It's all quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses.

"Innate Magic Users." The old woman spat. "Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see it and know the truth." Her fingers were were gripped painfully tight around Kevan's arm. She whispered words the boy did not understand.
It was finally too much for Kevan, and he pulled away from her with a sharp tug and a frightened scream before he took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his brother.

All thoughts of fishing or playing in the shallows left Kevan's mind as he jumped into his brother's arms and told him about the scary woman in terrified gasps. A search was put out for the woman, but nothing was found. No witch. No cottage. The claim was dismissed by a young boy's imaginings by nightfall though Kevan wasn't a boy known to lie and the marks on his arm could only have been made by a human. Dismissed until the next morning, when the first of the changes happened...

The first changes were small, but steadily increased. Kevan's fingers and toes gained a webbing between the digits. His flesh paled, then discolored. He drank more often. He tired in the sun quickly and his skin grew sensitive. A connection was found out between Kevan using his special skills and stronger changes occurring. Kevan went from being a happy and open boy to withdrawn and shy. A fishing prodigy to a secret. Kevan stayed indoors and didn't draw attention to himself. His former abilities withered, whether conscious non usage or a part of his curse no one could tell, and yet the changes persisted and even increased in speed and severity. His hair and nails fell out, gills sprouted, his mouth changed. His eyes changed, and finally... the tentacles grew from his back.

The latest changes were too much for Kevan and he didn't want to be a burden anymore, the curse showed no sign of stopping and until it could be stopped or reversed he was useless. So one day in mid autumn, Kevan ran away from home and took the name N`vek, feeling the strange sounding word was better befitting to a creature like himself until help could be found.

==Description==

N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes. Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around the mid to late teens.

==Current==

N`vek barely made it to Myrken Town and the Broken Dagger before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, Drache was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. Drache was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return. N`vek is currently learning to use the bow and feeling of use again and hopes to go back into fishing and learn pearl diving and maybe even sailing.

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