Velmont Tel’Hindre Ralotumal

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Velmont Tel'Hindre Mol'Ralotumal






"And what does the saint do in the forest?" asked Zarathustra.

The saint answered: "I make songs and sing them; and in making songs I laugh and weep and growl and hum: thus do I praise God. With singing, weeping, laughing, growling and humming do I praise the God who is my God. But what do you bring us as a gift?"
When Zarathustra had heard these words, he bowed to the saint and said: "What should I have to give you?! Let me rather hurry away lest I take something away from you!" - And thus they parted from one another, the old man and Zarathustra, just like two laughing boys.

When Zarathustra was alone, however, he said to his heart: "Could it be possible?! This old saint in the forest has not yet heard of it, that God is dead!"

-Thus Spoke Zarathustra by F. Nietzsche (tr. Thomas Common Translation / Bill Chapko )


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[Jase]

General Information

Names: Venven, Velmont, Dingle, Dongus Tiff, V
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Nickname: ...
Age: ...
Race: Moor Elf
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Various





Bruises of the Body

Height: Roughly Average
Weight: Average Weight
Eye Color: Black
Skin Color: Pale Gray
Hair Color: Jet Black
Hair Style: Shoulder length and straight
Complexion: Clean, rather unremarkable
Scars: None





Marks of the Mind

Fears: The Sorrows, Ralidor (lesser), Apples (lesser)





Scars of the Soul:

[Death] Number Rolled: 4 (A minor fear related to their death is developed, such as a fear of drowning, darkness, spiders, etc. This fear can be overcome or played out in more subtle ways.)
Status: Velmont is wrought back on a shore of the mainland, haunted by memories of what his mind abstracts as undeath. Of the place beyond the wards. The Sorrows. There is something deeply, inherently wrong there, and he can always feel it creeping beneath his skin when he nears it. The mainland is safe, but that place horrifies him. X

[Curse - Bad Eggs] With the establishment of his deal with demonic forces, Velmont feels something uncomfortable settle over his shoulders. As if his previous mischief was no longer given a pass. Wherever he goes, there are eggs. Sometimes they land on him as if dropped from something flying above, sometimes his drink or food turns to raw or rotten egg in his mouth, and sometimes it is just an overwhelming smell.
@Jase

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[Jase]

Relations

+ Apples +
My one true vice in this wretched world.

Pleasure is fleeting. I see that now.

+ The Parent I Never Had +
I feel a measure of warmth when I am with you.
It is comforting, even if I don't think it will last.
I hope it does.

You grow more motherly by the day.

+ Monster of the Mind +
You hide under names, and hide under faces.
But I will find you, and return to you the love you left me with.

The difference between us grows smaller by the day, as much as I'd hate to admit it.
But I haven't forgotten you.

+ Soul Burn +
Where is this going?
Are we ever going to find what we are looking for?

It is lonely on the other side.

+ Heretical Leanings +
Sometimes I wonder what goes through that skull of yours.
Do you wish to die a marytr? Or to die a legend?
Or never die at all?

A dreamer.
I hope you can find the strength to turn those dreams into reality.

+ Silver Tongue +
You are curious, but I don't think you know how dangerous that is.
But I'll feed it nonetheless.
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[The Cinnaroll]

*I sits.*

 

[Arget Istalri]

This man looks way too much like Namor.

 

[Jase]

This man looks way too much like Namor.

You're not wrong! I could have used him as a reference, but I think this is a tad better

 

[Mara]

Sit

 

[Fortune]

Sat

 

[Retro]

I am proud

 

[Manakamana]

I need me a relation

 

[Jase]

Updated names.
Let me know if I missed any
Definitely missed a few

 

[Jase]

I added some relations.
No tags because I think its best left intentionally vague

 

[Electric]

add me

 

[Jase]

Updated relations~

 

[Manakamana]

Velmont is Nilsa's Concombre Muaha