About Redemption of the Azure FlameRedemption:
Warforged Circle of Stars Druid 1 Chaotic Neutral Initiative; +2 Passive Perception 17
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Druidic Magic
Cantrips
Spells - 3 Per Day - 1st Level Spells
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Racial Traits - Warforged
Tool Proficiency - Violin, Thieve’s Tools, Herbalism Kit.
Starry Form - Assume a Constellation's Pattern on your body, gaining one of three benefits but costing a use of Wild Shape.
Appearance:
The Redemption of the Azure Flame is an intimidating being, although most would not easily guess at his Warforged nature. Large swaths of his body has been replaced by wood rather than the normal metal plating and while tall Redemption stands hunched over he is still nearly six and half feet tall. The parts of his body that are still metal are pitted with rust and dulled with scratches, the wooden sections rough, often still covered in bark and short branches or fungus.
It is hard to see any of the Warforged’s physical form, however, as he wears a massive robe of dark greens, purple and blues with different star patterns and a voluminous hood. Dyed hide is integrated into the warforged’s form as well, further adding to it’s unusual, freakish appearance. His ruined metal face is covered by a carved wooden mask that covers the front and top of his head, with two branches like stag’s antlers, each carved with runes in Druidic. One hand, covered in a leather gauntlet up to his elbow which glutches his staff, a long branch with a polished, rune covered stone bound in its branches at the top with several charms - and ogre’s tooth with a carved rune, a wire sprite, a dried chicken foot, etc and one the other is a wooden shield, still coated in bark. Redemption smells oddly sweet, like a vanilla cake that was freshly baked. When he speaks it is a deep, resonate tone that rare rises very high in volume.
Personality:
Redemption is young, untested, unsure of who or what they are, yes. Their name is a promise made that they don’t fully understand, their history a fragmented series of images and memories that only make some sense. As a result, it’s difficult to really say how much of a personality Redemption has developed as yet.
They are cautious, preferring not to fight when at all possible, and are skilled at healing and aiding others. Yet at the moment they don’t feel a great drive to use those skills and talents for other people. They understand suffering, however, and don’t like to see it. They don’t really have a reason not to help, either, and usually will unless there’s a reason not to. Although somewhat nascent, Redemption understands that some things are good, and others are bad, and that these things are not the same for every person. At this point of their existence Redemption is trying to ascertain what they believe is ‘good’ and ‘bad’ and is very willing to find out by asking questions. They are curious, wanting to understand the why of everything. Sometimes, the answers aren’t good answers, but knowledge is always useful.
Background:
The Redemption of the Azure Flame doesn’t really remember where they came from, how they came to be. They remember…marching. Fighting. Building. There wasn’t really a will behind there actions, or understanding. Not then. Just enough awareness to perform the tasks, but not understand as to what they meant.
Then there was a fight. The Fey. Magic all over. A portal. A cell. And then, The Archfey. Redemption had no idea who it was, but what it was could never be questioned. It made it clear that it did not like the metal being, who wore the cursed iron in its very soul, nor were they happy that a being of iron even had a soul, however nascent it may be. It demanded to know if such a cast-iron soul could change, could be an ally to the Fey. The thing that would be Redemption had no answers at the time, other than pointing out that not all was metal. Some of the Warforged was formed of wood. ”Then let more wood be added, until something changes.” The process of that change was not enjoyable, not comfortable. Not good to remember. There was a human who shared space with him, healed him as best he could. The man spoke to him, of his life before the Fey. Of being a bandit, a wielder of divine fire. Of betrayal. His? Of Him? Redemption wasn’t sure. But the man was hopeless, for now he was old, and broken, and would never be able to right the wrongs he had made. He couldn’t even remember his name, as that had been taken by the Fey. But Redemption knew they would not get old, and promised they would do good things in the man’s name. He cried, and gave Redemption their name, as it was all he could remember of himself - the bandit group he had been part of, before. Redemption learned magic, the ways and the language of Druids. Their body was changing too, at the hands of the Fey and perhaps at the hands of Redemption. Then, the Archfey demanded to see if Redemption was ready. He was pleased that the metal creature had been changed, become more alive, become more one of with nature. The Warforged’s body contained life. Now, it was time to see if that life could be defended. Redemption was told to run. They didn’t really understand the why, but they got that they would be ended if they was caught. He decided that they did not want that. They ran, hethey hid. Some of the Fey hunted for them. A handful helped them though, with a Druid hiding them in the branches of her tree, other taking him while he rested. The Warforged was far more duable than a human, but there are limits, and magic was a new gift to a new being. After days of being hunted Redemption heard the horns behind them, heard the hounds baying. And then they ran into a mist, and the noises faded behind him…
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