Atravim
Lord of Altera
Manii Sal
Full Titles: Goat of Shalherana
Nickname/Alias:
Caparii son to Greathorn and Red, Born on the 20th day of Springrise 2161, the year of Compromise, 5’2” / 157 cm, 313 lbs / 142 Kg, and traveling Shepherd
Manii is a large and unkempt looking Caparii, obviously Greathorn. He often appears covered in dirt or dust, hoofs muddy, like he’d been travelling for days. With him he only bears a staff, but journey’s with a flock of wild looking sheep that he has come to care for. He wears no clothes and appears friendly despite his intimidating appearance, and often smiles to those he comes across.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Stocky and built to survive a winter in the wilds. His most notable feature is his large and muscular neck, strengthened by the weight of his horns, and combined with a thick skull. Unlike most Caparii he lacks many human features and takes on a more savage Red appearance, with a very goat like head and plentiful fur.
Many would think him a beast before Caparii.
Hair: range of Chocolate to grey browns with accents of White and Black around his nose and tail.
Eyes: Brown Bovine eyes
Skin: Tough and lightly tan
Hygiene: Poor, It’s only ever cared for by washing in rivers and lakes.
Voice: The goat's voice is deep and commanding, which is often broken by hearty cheer
INVENTORY:
Clothing: None
Weaponry: A wooden Staff
Prized Possessions: a Flock of Sheep
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: Strength is one of Manii's natural talents although inexperienced in any martial fighting. He's best at survival amongst nature, being well versed in navigating and gathering. He also has some skill in Herbalism, and displays it in ritualistic healing.
Fears: His own anger, death to life around him, and slightly scared of fire
Weaknesses: Intelligence is not one of Manii's strengths, and he is easily tricked and out witted. He Salivates at the thought of hoppy drinks like Ale.
Intelligence: Manii is wise from his experience, and understands a lot of knowledge about the world. But he is slow to figure out problems, and solve riddles
Languages: Fae, Little to no Common
Profession: Priest/Shaman, Shepherd
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Calm, caring and fun loving. But capable of tremendous anger
Religion or Cults: A devout follower of Shalherana
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Short Term Goals: Find followers of Shalherana or those willing to follow her
Long Term Goals: To spread sanctity of life
RELATIONS:
Loved: Shalherana
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY:
Farmland had captured most of the valley, families and towns prospered as they centralized themselves in the middle of the fields. It was a peculiar affair to watch from the high rising mountains that hugged around the new settlement. For a simple goat, it brought too much complexity to life. Watching the villagers come and go from their shelters same time everyday, it was just unnatural. But to see such life in so much quantity was a blessing, thought the goat. Perhaps the people would have children come spring, he thought. So the goat remained on his mountains, blissfully watching upon the people.
It was a loud splintering echo coming up from the valley which had awakened the goat from his sleep in. To his dismay, the goat watched as the people began to destroy the life of the valley. They had begun to kill the trees which littered the base of the mountains. But the goat could do little from up high, little but stamp his hooves.
By nightfall the goat wept as the people had culled no less than fifteen of the great oaks, homes to hundreds of lives. With no one else to turn to the goat looked to his Goddess, Shalherana. But she gave no solace to the goat, only his warming grasp of anger.
Like the past few mornings the townsfolk awoke from their homes, gathered their tools and approached the edge of their fields. Before them were the fallen great oaks and high reaching mountains, that were now beginning to cap themselves in frost. They chortled directions to one another and raised their axes to the last of the oaks that was standing. But with a grunt and a mighty thump the first axe did not fall upon the oak, and the mountains grew colder as the ice queen swept by her presence.
The people had gathered by the foot of the mountain, surrounding the fallen axe. They had all brought with them poles, pitchforks, and torches. Though they huddled against each other in the cold, but one stood firm beside the axe and shouted anger at them. Before long the goat watched as the whole of the people began to shout anger back at the other. Looking up to the mountain the townsfolk took on a fiery mass as they all lit their torches and shed the flames to one another.
When the goat had reached the peak of the mountain he did not stop and he kept on walking until the angry chants of the people could no longer be heard. He cleaned his horns and peered out for his Goddess again, but she gave the goat no solace.
INSPIRATIONS: [WIP]
My in-game name is: Atravim
Full Titles: Goat of Shalherana
Nickname/Alias:
Caparii son to Greathorn and Red, Born on the 20th day of Springrise 2161, the year of Compromise, 5’2” / 157 cm, 313 lbs / 142 Kg, and traveling Shepherd
Manii is a large and unkempt looking Caparii, obviously Greathorn. He often appears covered in dirt or dust, hoofs muddy, like he’d been travelling for days. With him he only bears a staff, but journey’s with a flock of wild looking sheep that he has come to care for. He wears no clothes and appears friendly despite his intimidating appearance, and often smiles to those he comes across.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Stocky and built to survive a winter in the wilds. His most notable feature is his large and muscular neck, strengthened by the weight of his horns, and combined with a thick skull. Unlike most Caparii he lacks many human features and takes on a more savage Red appearance, with a very goat like head and plentiful fur.
Many would think him a beast before Caparii.
Hair: range of Chocolate to grey browns with accents of White and Black around his nose and tail.
Eyes: Brown Bovine eyes
Skin: Tough and lightly tan
Hygiene: Poor, It’s only ever cared for by washing in rivers and lakes.
Voice: The goat's voice is deep and commanding, which is often broken by hearty cheer
INVENTORY:
Clothing: None
Weaponry: A wooden Staff
Prized Possessions: a Flock of Sheep
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: Strength is one of Manii's natural talents although inexperienced in any martial fighting. He's best at survival amongst nature, being well versed in navigating and gathering. He also has some skill in Herbalism, and displays it in ritualistic healing.
Fears: His own anger, death to life around him, and slightly scared of fire
Weaknesses: Intelligence is not one of Manii's strengths, and he is easily tricked and out witted. He Salivates at the thought of hoppy drinks like Ale.
Intelligence: Manii is wise from his experience, and understands a lot of knowledge about the world. But he is slow to figure out problems, and solve riddles
Languages: Fae, Little to no Common
Profession: Priest/Shaman, Shepherd
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Calm, caring and fun loving. But capable of tremendous anger
Religion or Cults: A devout follower of Shalherana
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Short Term Goals: Find followers of Shalherana or those willing to follow her
Long Term Goals: To spread sanctity of life
RELATIONS:
Loved: Shalherana
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY:
Farmland had captured most of the valley, families and towns prospered as they centralized themselves in the middle of the fields. It was a peculiar affair to watch from the high rising mountains that hugged around the new settlement. For a simple goat, it brought too much complexity to life. Watching the villagers come and go from their shelters same time everyday, it was just unnatural. But to see such life in so much quantity was a blessing, thought the goat. Perhaps the people would have children come spring, he thought. So the goat remained on his mountains, blissfully watching upon the people.
It was a loud splintering echo coming up from the valley which had awakened the goat from his sleep in. To his dismay, the goat watched as the people began to destroy the life of the valley. They had begun to kill the trees which littered the base of the mountains. But the goat could do little from up high, little but stamp his hooves.
By nightfall the goat wept as the people had culled no less than fifteen of the great oaks, homes to hundreds of lives. With no one else to turn to the goat looked to his Goddess, Shalherana. But she gave no solace to the goat, only his warming grasp of anger.
Like the past few mornings the townsfolk awoke from their homes, gathered their tools and approached the edge of their fields. Before them were the fallen great oaks and high reaching mountains, that were now beginning to cap themselves in frost. They chortled directions to one another and raised their axes to the last of the oaks that was standing. But with a grunt and a mighty thump the first axe did not fall upon the oak, and the mountains grew colder as the ice queen swept by her presence.
The people had gathered by the foot of the mountain, surrounding the fallen axe. They had all brought with them poles, pitchforks, and torches. Though they huddled against each other in the cold, but one stood firm beside the axe and shouted anger at them. Before long the goat watched as the whole of the people began to shout anger back at the other. Looking up to the mountain the townsfolk took on a fiery mass as they all lit their torches and shed the flames to one another.
When the goat had reached the peak of the mountain he did not stop and he kept on walking until the angry chants of the people could no longer be heard. He cleaned his horns and peered out for his Goddess again, but she gave the goat no solace.
INSPIRATIONS: [WIP]
My in-game name is: Atravim
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