Name: Liam Sept’erazRace/Class:
CN Wood Elf Warlock 3/Druid 4Sex/Gender:
Mostly Hetero MaleInterested In:
This character will be on a mission to find magical items based in nature to appease Oberon and Titania. He does not actually know why he needs them, he may not even EVER get any one, but he knows to follow where they send. Thus, I’m mainly looking for a wilderness/dungeon crawler with some character intrigue. He will be able to participate in political aspects as well, although in-character will probably be bored and moody, unless its about a moral debate. Sexually, Liam is inexperienced as personal relationships has never been a main focus, but has a thing for Drow. He would like a female partner who takes charge, but isnt but so dominant, as he feels it may impede on his independence. If their is any social construct that he hates, it it slavery.Brief Description:
Liam understands order, but it had always gone against what he felt was his nature. Able to follow rules, he would just as likely break them when a guard’s back is turned. if he thinks its menial. Growing up the runt, he uses more of his clever guile than his strength to survive. Skilled at hunting, he generally prefers not to kill flora or fauna. Liam does however understand and appreciate the “circle of life.” While he would much rather remain unbothered in the corner, Liam is naturally snarky, sharp tongued and quick witted, due to having to survive as the runt. However, he still has a bit of trouble with Common, as he grew up in an Elvish/Sylvan-speaking environment, which will no doubt lead to compromising situations. Almost absolutely glued to his mission, he does not find too much importance on social interactions or other affairs, but seems to find solace in music. With his focused nature, he is only but so “diplomatic” and has a very thin fuse when it comes to the proverbial bullshit. He has a massive disdain for Orckind, and is wary or Humans and High-Elves, as they have shown their own destructive tendencies, although he has personally met those who appreciate and respect nature. Interestingly enough, Liam has a respect for Dwarvenkind, as they also have an appreciation for a type of nature, but just a weird way of showing it. Gnomes can be annoying, but all-in-all arent too bad, and he’s never seen Dragonkin or Tieflings in his life so far. And for a reason unknown to him, he pops a boner around Drow…
Liam grew up training for is tribe's mage-fighter guard, ready to protect both nature and Wood Elf from invaders. While his tribe was Elvish, the various invaders and merchants caused death within the local tribes, causing them to train warriors and professionals at younger ages. As with most in his tribe, he was sent on a particular vision quest at 19 into the most underdesireable areas of their overgrown district. The vision he saw changed his motivations in life greatly.
Cold, near-naked, alone and unarmed, Liam was met in his vision by the Archfey Oberon. The wingless fairy came with an lifelong mission, specifically to a select group of elves of all natures. "there will be many tools to aid you, but you will collect certain weapons for me. This weapon will come in many forms, and you must leave this perverse blend of technology and nature to complete it. You will be a herald for me, and will be able to restore life to the desolate concrete wasteland that many have brought. Should you accept this task, I will give you an edge to succeed."
Liam awoke from his trance only to find a white stag laying in agony nearby. This was the symbol of Oberon! It was practically begging to be put to death, which he reluctantly accepted. This provided both meat and warmth for his quest back. But, as it was illegal to poach, he hid the hide within a tree stump, as he would return to it at a later time. For the next few years, he studied the legends and lore about various weapons of a natural property, also looking at cursed weapons as well, although relatively unsuccessful. But during his studies, it had been discovered that he had killed a sacred white stag. He was then exiled for a duration of 40 years.
Just as well, his wanderlust and desire to find his destined weapon had grown to a feverpoint. He simply began his mission earlier than expected. He took the leather of Oberon's offering and began his trek.
I’d prob like 3-5 times a week. I know I’m never available on Tuesdays, and some Mondays. 1-3 Paragraphs, something big enough to matter, something small enough to digest.