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Petrichor the Distant
Petrichor Ulrich The Distant
Age: 23
Height: 5'7
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: 'Brilliant Blue'
World/Lore: Fantasy, Magic and Old World Environment with small Modern Additions
Backstory:
Petrichor knew nothing but grace and luxury in the care of the monastery on top of a small hill.
Born a bastard, and a half-blood, his mother left him with Monks, in hopes he'd have a good life.
She left him there, with the night sky thick and inky, as thick clouds rolled in.
It was the thunder that made the baby cry. A monk discovered him and named him after the beautiful smell of the rain.
But his mother did not know there would be a price for Petrichor to pay.
Monks were men and women who trained in magic, combat, and good lifestyles. They swore to travel, and protect towns in need with no reward required.
Most sent their young to the monks with a healthy sum for their education.
Petrichor had no such gift.
So, Petrichor would work off his debt.
Now, as a man, he's earned his freedom to work as a monk, doing the good work they do.
Yet Petrichor craves more than to assist with no reward, to travel alone, to die alone.
Monks must take a special pledge, one must sacrifice something to perform magic.
Petrichor can never marry, nor perform sexual acts with a woman.
The first breaks his heart, the other... not so much.
Personality:
Petrichor is a soft-spoken man, someone who's more interested in the way the leaves shake, or the color of mushrooms.
As his name suggests, Petrichor the Distant, is often in his own world, sometimes forgetting other's presence completely.
He is a follower, not a leader, and would much rather be cooking a wonderful stew, than fighting an ugly troll.
Somewhat a drunk, and often flirting with the sailors and farmers boys, Petrichor lives a free life, begrudgingly helping villages and collecting donations for the monastery.
One could easily find him ankle-deep in the stream or petting a stray cat than on the battlefield.
Petrichor the Distant brings shame to the monks with his laziness and lust for wine and men, he simply cannot follow such a rigorous lifestyle after discovering how wonderfully fun the real world provides.
Appearance:
Petrichor is a thin man with a rounded face, and curls falling around his jaw line.
Curls are trimmed into bangs over his eyes, just covering enough for him to see. When his eyes are visable, they are a brilliant sea glass blue.
They shine in the light, and act more like mirrors than windows.
His skin is a healthy olive, with freckles splattered over his cheeks, nose and forehead. His lips are small and tight, with robust, stern eyebrows.
Monks must be noticable, and so his uniform is a basic white tunic, cinched at his waist with a simple vest. For mobility, the sleeves are stuffed into wrist gauntlets.
He carries a simple leather bag, fillled with healiing potions, food and first aid.
Against monk regulations, he paints his nails like the girls do, usually black or dark blue.
Special talents/Fighting Style/Magic
Fighting style: Petrichor often uses the defensive, and quickly moves around his opponent, using their styles against them.
Magic: Elemental magic comes from the heart. Petrichor can perform air and water spells.
Weapon: A simple daggar and staff.
Petrichor Ulrich The Distant
Age: 23
Height: 5'7
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: 'Brilliant Blue'
World/Lore: Fantasy, Magic and Old World Environment with small Modern Additions
Backstory:
Petrichor knew nothing but grace and luxury in the care of the monastery on top of a small hill.
Born a bastard, and a half-blood, his mother left him with Monks, in hopes he'd have a good life.
She left him there, with the night sky thick and inky, as thick clouds rolled in.
It was the thunder that made the baby cry. A monk discovered him and named him after the beautiful smell of the rain.
But his mother did not know there would be a price for Petrichor to pay.
Monks were men and women who trained in magic, combat, and good lifestyles. They swore to travel, and protect towns in need with no reward required.
Most sent their young to the monks with a healthy sum for their education.
Petrichor had no such gift.
So, Petrichor would work off his debt.
Now, as a man, he's earned his freedom to work as a monk, doing the good work they do.
Yet Petrichor craves more than to assist with no reward, to travel alone, to die alone.
Monks must take a special pledge, one must sacrifice something to perform magic.
Petrichor can never marry, nor perform sexual acts with a woman.
The first breaks his heart, the other... not so much.
Personality:
Petrichor is a soft-spoken man, someone who's more interested in the way the leaves shake, or the color of mushrooms.
As his name suggests, Petrichor the Distant, is often in his own world, sometimes forgetting other's presence completely.
He is a follower, not a leader, and would much rather be cooking a wonderful stew, than fighting an ugly troll.
Somewhat a drunk, and often flirting with the sailors and farmers boys, Petrichor lives a free life, begrudgingly helping villages and collecting donations for the monastery.
One could easily find him ankle-deep in the stream or petting a stray cat than on the battlefield.
Petrichor the Distant brings shame to the monks with his laziness and lust for wine and men, he simply cannot follow such a rigorous lifestyle after discovering how wonderfully fun the real world provides.
Appearance:
Petrichor is a thin man with a rounded face, and curls falling around his jaw line.
Curls are trimmed into bangs over his eyes, just covering enough for him to see. When his eyes are visable, they are a brilliant sea glass blue.
They shine in the light, and act more like mirrors than windows.
His skin is a healthy olive, with freckles splattered over his cheeks, nose and forehead. His lips are small and tight, with robust, stern eyebrows.
Monks must be noticable, and so his uniform is a basic white tunic, cinched at his waist with a simple vest. For mobility, the sleeves are stuffed into wrist gauntlets.
He carries a simple leather bag, fillled with healiing potions, food and first aid.
Against monk regulations, he paints his nails like the girls do, usually black or dark blue.
Special talents/Fighting Style/Magic
Fighting style: Petrichor often uses the defensive, and quickly moves around his opponent, using their styles against them.
Magic: Elemental magic comes from the heart. Petrichor can perform air and water spells.
Weapon: A simple daggar and staff.