Erik "Stalker" KarlstadPlayed By:
20, appears slightly olderGender:
Pinelopy's friend/self-appointed guardianHeight:
The forest, the sound of flowing rivers, swimming, animals, Pinelopy Dislikes:
Other humans, those who despoil the forest, those who do not show reverence to the forest and its true inhabitants. Skills/Strengths:
Savage fighting style, trapping, stalking, stealth, orientation, foraging, animal handling, physical resiliency, improvised clothing.Weaknesses:
Socially awkward, frightened of crowds/open areas, arachnophobia, overprotective, self-sacrificing. Bio:
Legends tell of a man, half human and half beast, that stalks the forests, ancient and new alike. A sentinel of the land, a guardian of the creatures that call it home. The Stalker, as they call him (though some stories call it a 'she' and others insist spirits of the land have no true gender), is a silent sentinel of the woodland creatures and the land itself. It brings death to those who desecrate it, to those who disrespect it; a warning often given to those whom go out lumberjacking, hunting, or harvesting, is "Don't be greedy, and make sure you offer your thanks, otherwise the Stalker will be the one hunting you."
Still, others tell stories of the man clad in a cloak of leaves, who guides those who have become lost to the safety and refuge of civilization. Others, still, have said that they suffered injuries, and were weakened; yet something tended to them, gave them food, and water. There are those who had been led to shelter in inclement weather, and always the stories seem to involve this same entity, whatever it is, making it seemingly both a saver and taker of lives.In truth, these stories have been greatly exaggerated by the peasantry. There is a truth to it all, though.
The truth of the matter is, there once was a young teen who fancied himself an adventurer and explorer, a conqueror of the wilderness and its treasures; and really, what child has never played pretend before?
But one day, whilst playing, and perhaps not truly understanding the very real dangers that did lurk in the forest, the teen stuck his hand into a hole, half expecting to find, perhaps, a golden acorn! Or some other bit of 'treasure'. Instead, what he got, for his troubles, was being bitten by a venomous spider.
Because of his panic, the venom quickly began to race through his body. Blinded by tears of pain and hysteria, he ran about at random, lost within the forest he foolishly thought he knew. But, just as the venom was sapping his strength, making him weaker and sick, slowing him down... She came.
Pinelopy came to him. Undoubtedly she had seen him, over the years; and most certainly, she must have heard the screaming, running, and wild pleading. She took the teen, and with her tears, purged the venom from his body, and saved the youths life.
Once he had calmed, and the reality of the situation sank in, he underwent a change. For sure, it was gradual; a maturation of his thoughts, of his thinking. A shift in his attitude. For the youth, there was no more pretending. Awkward in his own village, considering his family even to be something akin to strangers, he one day decided to 'disappear' into the forest, and never come back.
Instead, he learned; well and truly learned. He learned some from Pinelopy, from other Nwydn; but a lot, too, he learned on his own. And he has come to respect and care for the forest, and its inhabitants, for he has always been a passionate fellow.