I am still working on the crunch but I thought I had best submit Tenegar for consideration. Tenegar Oldsoul, male human druid (Nature fang) lv 9.
Description:
Tenegar is a 6'4 uthgardt man, with the long black hair and blue eyes common to his people. His build is burly, a thick bodied man with plenty of weight to throw around. He wears animal skins, and there is no pretense of civilization adorning his wild form.
Despite this seeming savagery, there is a glint of deep wisdom in his eyes. Tenegar also has a hobby of acquiring "Souvenirs". Small items that capture something of the natural energy of the places he has visited. These items are then transformed into makeshift talismans that hand around his neck in a motley array.
Despite this seeming savagery, there is a glint of deep wisdom in his eyes. Tenegar also has a hobby of acquiring "Souvenirs". Small items that capture something of the natural energy of the places he has visited. These items are then transformed into makeshift talismans that hand around his neck in a motley array.
Personality:
Tenegar is reserved in most of his actions; never using two-words when one will do and preferring to communicate in body language if possible. When he does deem it necessary to make himself heard, his voice booms out like the thunder of a coming avalanche.
Tenegar is distrustful of most, especially those he deems too "civilized". Anyone who is afraid of nature is quick to earn his contempt. However, if someone proves themselves a friend of the wilds and a capable warrior, then they will have a powerful friend in Tenegar.
Tenegar is distrustful of most, especially those he deems too "civilized". Anyone who is afraid of nature is quick to earn his contempt. However, if someone proves themselves a friend of the wilds and a capable warrior, then they will have a powerful friend in Tenegar.
Backstory:
Tenegar was raised from birth to be a shaman for his people and was placed through almost inhuman trials to bring him closer to the spirits that would guide his tribe. His first memory was being curled up in the freezing cold, feeling his lungs struggle to capture every chilling breath. He was 6 years old left alone in the cold wilderness with only his elk-skin britches to keep him warm. It was during this, when he felt closest to death, that he first heard the words carried upon the wind. Words that made sense to him and stole away the cold from his bones.
He returned to his people, his head held high even as he was nearly corpse-blue from exposure. From this point onward he spoke with a changed voice. An ancient wisdom now guided him, tasking him with protecting the wilderness from all that would defile it. He spent many winters with his people but always knew that he could not stay with them. Something pulled at his very marrow, tasking him to go forth and seek out the mysteries of the horizon.
It was during a hunting trip, where Tenegar used his magics to stave off the cold that he first met Birger. A mastodon with a madness within it that threatened to tear itself apart in its tribulations. The creature tore at the ground and bellowed at the heavens, challenging all that would hear to put it out of it's misery. Tenegar sensed its' affliction was far from natural and was able to draw out the vileness within it. Taking that sickness spirit into himself rendered Tenegar comatose for over a week. Battling the creature through a twilight of spirit until it finally dissipated. When he awoke the bond had been forged between the young mastodon and himself. It was this event that catalyzed him leaving the Uthgardt to seek out all signs of The Sickness and expunge them.
He returned to his people, his head held high even as he was nearly corpse-blue from exposure. From this point onward he spoke with a changed voice. An ancient wisdom now guided him, tasking him with protecting the wilderness from all that would defile it. He spent many winters with his people but always knew that he could not stay with them. Something pulled at his very marrow, tasking him to go forth and seek out the mysteries of the horizon.
It was during a hunting trip, where Tenegar used his magics to stave off the cold that he first met Birger. A mastodon with a madness within it that threatened to tear itself apart in its tribulations. The creature tore at the ground and bellowed at the heavens, challenging all that would hear to put it out of it's misery. Tenegar sensed its' affliction was far from natural and was able to draw out the vileness within it. Taking that sickness spirit into himself rendered Tenegar comatose for over a week. Battling the creature through a twilight of spirit until it finally dissipated. When he awoke the bond had been forged between the young mastodon and himself. It was this event that catalyzed him leaving the Uthgardt to seek out all signs of The Sickness and expunge them.