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A hand, palm outwards to him then turned inward towards their own heart - a sign Sun had come to know well. His own lips parted, but so too did his hands in sign and gesture - a crude imitation, but one that showed all he had learnt in his years. [You will not be lost, just Far] They stepped closer and handed him a rolled up parchment. Their soft hands closed his fingers over it and gave a gentle squeeze. [When you forget who you were, Remember who you showed me.] |
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General Information:
Name: Sun, pronounced ‘Soo-n’
Previous Name: Cael’mir
Titles: 'Fireborne'
Age: 35
Race: Greatling
Lineage: Stonerunner of the North (Father) | Fireborne of the Ashlands (Mother)
Physical Appearance: Born grey and ash skinned, as he grew his skin became touched by the fires that surrounded him to be the lightly orange complexion he bears now. He stands towering at 8’3, his head adorned with two great horns and draped by long flowing ashen white hair. His eyes are two golden stars within which his pupil slits.
‘From my father I learnt strength, endurance and humility. My mother, devotion, ritual and reverence. I was bid to lower my head and my eyes, to let my gaze fall only upon the earth.
‘But once, only once I saw him, beneath the night with eyes cast upwards as though seeking something lost. Does thou see them? A thousand fires hung in the black, host to gleaming truths .. a stirring thought if they were truly there’
Traits, Ideals, Bonds and Flaws
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(Traits)
I've spent so long in the temple that I have little practical experience dealing with people in the outside world.
I lie about almost everything, even when there's no good reason to.
I judge people by their actions, not their words.
I sleep with my back to a wall or tree, with everything I own wrapped in a bundle in my arms.
My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
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(Ideals)
Aspiration. I'm determined to make something of myself.
Tradition. The stories, legends, and songs of the past must never be forgotten.
Freedom. Everyone should be free to pursue his or her livelihood.
Might. If I become strong, I can take what I want--what I deserve.
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(Bonds)
I will someday get revenge on the corrupt temple hierarchy who branded me a heretic.
Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for.
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(Flaws)
Don't expect me to save those who can't save themselves. It is nature's way that the strong thrive and the weak perish.
I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior.
I'm never satisfied with what I have - I always want more.
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Skills and Proficiency Fighter Archetype: Ranger Crafts: Journeyman Carpenter, Journeyman Metalsmith, Tinkerer Additional Skills: Scouting, Tracking, Surveying & Mapping, Trapping Stats: Feats: Combat Acrobat, Lineage Weapon (Longbow), Volley xp Level: 72 |
