West Turnwind
ALIASES
Deadname: Annette Cobble, Childhood Nickname: Rabbit, Married name: Annie Thatcher, Transitional name: ArtieAGE
25GENDER
Transman - fully transitioned via magical means. SEXUALITY
Bisexual/PansexualSPECIES
HumanORIGIN
Born in Khare, West has been living in the Infinite Wilds for the past six years.OCCUPATION
Cleric of chaosROLE
Merry prankster and disrupter of rigid order.more information +
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the self
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Despite carrying deep wounds from the past, West generally presents as cheerful and carefree. This isn't an act of insincerity but rather a sacred practice. Because West has seen much and suffered much, he is able to maintain an aura hope and optimism in even the most dire circumstances. He is playful and flirtatious, sometimes even reckless in his pursuit of casual intimacies, but he's avoidant of any serious romantic entanglements.
ALIGNMENT:
Chaotic NeutralLOVES:
Music, food, drink, sex, and laughter.HATES:
Bullies, authority figures, rules, and cruelty of any kind.GOALS:
Freedom, prosperity, and wild shenanigans.FEARS:
Being controlled by others, having his past exposed, loving deeply⠀
the body
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HEIGHT:
5' 08"HAIR COLOR / STYLE:
Wavy auburn hair past his shoulders.EYES:
Hazel with a touch of green to them.SKIN TONE:
Caucasian but tanned by the sun.PHYSIQUE:
Thin with well-defined muscles. APPARENT AGE:
He looks his age.VOICE:
His voice is pleasant and harmonious, but the tonal quality frequently betrays his feminine origin. ATTIRE //
Priestly robes in audacious colors. MODIFICATIONS //
Nothing of note at this time.SCARS / MARKINGS //
Slightly visible stretch marks from pregnancy.⠀
the power
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West has street savvy from his youth in Khare, but only began his magical training recently. He has direct communication with his tripartite deity, who has taught him the little that he knows via visions and dreams. He has never met anyone else connected to his gods, though they assure him that there are other priests of chaos at large in the world.
ABILITIES //
Slight of hand, lock picking, and picking pockets. He's relatively charming and a cunning deceiver. He lies easily, without guilt, and is generally capable of keeping his stories straight. He is a decent singer and an above-average gambler. SPELLS //
Diving magic: creating minor illusions, granting blessings, and reading the aura of objects and people. GEAR //
He has a robe of many fashions, capable of changing color to fit his mood. He also has basic travel gear, a bedroll, a cookpot, and traveling clothes. He carries writing implements, a lantern, and usually has a book or two on hand, carving tools, a satchel of herbs and fungi (medicinal, flavorful, and recreational varieties). He carries a dagger and quarterstaff for self-defense but is not a very proficient fighter. He does not possess armor of any kind.⠀
the story
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Born in Khare, the child of a prostitute and a street hustler, West had a rough start to life. At age nineteen, he got caught picking the pocket of a naive-looking young farmer. Instead of turning him over to the authorities, the man offered him a hot meal instead. Before the end of the night, he proposed marriage. Tempted by the prospect of a warm bed and regular meals, West accepted and left behind everything he knew to become a simple farmer's wife. A year later, he became a mother. West did his best to find contentment in peaceful domesticity, but he always felt out of place and deeply unhappy. Then tragedy struck. Their small farm was raided by violent barbarians. West saved himself by abandoning his family and hiding in the wilderness. When he came out of hiding, he found his husband and child both gruesomely killed. Guilt and shame consumed West and he wandered the hinterlands from one outpost to the next drinking, whoring, and longing for death. But instead of meeting with death, he met the devil instead. West was "saved" by a mysterious benefactor who allowed him to stay in a numbed stupor for the better part of a year. At some point during this time West confessed his sense of disconnection from his female body, and his secret desire to be a man. His benefactor helped him to transition via magical means. After his transition, West slowly began to come to terms with the death of his family and understand his survivor's guilt. He weaned himself from the intoxicants that kept him numbed and compliant and began to recognize the toxic relationship pattern he'd fallen into. He allowed others to care for his physical needs, pretended to love them in order to reap the practical benefits, but secretly resented them for failing to see his act of deception for what it was. He understood that his benefactor was in love with him, and despite his gratitude for the many gifts his benefactor had given, he could no longer continue playing the role of devoted lover. He left, unsure of where he was going, without any plan for how he would care for himself. While passing through an ancient forest on his way back to civilization, a fierce storm blew in. West found refuge in an abandoned temple. While there, West prayed for purpose and direction. That night, he dreamed that he was devoured by the serpent of chaos, the divine creator Gan. He experienced a rapid fractal disintegration of his ego, witnessing the way that desire and suffering give way to one another again and again in an eternal cosmic dance. The dark goddess Ani cut him to pieces and reassembled him again and again, teaching him that death has no permanence. His son and husband had re-entered the fold of eternity without resentments. Then Shen, the wise fool, assigned him this task: to live lightly, in kindness and with reverence for nature, to become a living reminder of God's laughter, especially in places where God is seen as wrathful and stern. West returned to the city of his birth, content with his purpose, willing to help where he can.
INVENTORY //
West carries a swatch of fabric from his son's tunic wrapped around a lock of the child's hair. He carries his husband's tobacco pouch. His robe of many fashions was a gift from his benefactor.