Etwyn

NAME  EtwynNICKNAME/ALIAS  Etty, PossumAGE  20DATE OF BIRTH  Reflection 21st, 1621GENDER & PRONOUNS  Male, He/HimORIENTATION  PansexualRACE/ETHNICITY  Half-Arsa Sidhe, Half-Greatling / Korami, Uul'san

HEIGHT  7’03”HAIR  Red, long, and a white streakEYES  Gold and catlikePIERCINGS  5 piercings on either ear, rings hooked together by chains mark themSCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS  Scars from claw marks mark the front of his torso / A large intricate backpiece / NoneDISTINGUISHING FEATURES  A missing left arm, his hair gets impossibly redder when mad, and considerable muscle for an elfFIRST IMPRESSION  Before you sits a half elf of considerable height, outside of that there is no telltale sign of his greatling heritage, short pointed ears and a sharp face denote heavy amounts of Korami blood within the man. He has no left arm in place of it is a prosthetic which one depends on the time and place. He usually wears a plain white shirt with black bants and boots with heels, plain looking but deceptively sharp.POSITIVE TRAITS 
- Loving to those close
- Protective
- Self Improvement (mental)NEUTRAL TRAITS 
- Loyal to a fault
- Hates Closed Doors(literally)
- Doesn't want to lose anyone
- Puts everyone elses emotions firstNEGATIVE TRAITS 
- Bottles Emotions
- Violent at times
- Sees things that are not there
- Is capable of hating people with no good reasonASTROLOGY  Ouroboros sign

PARENTS 
- Eshai Hojo (mother, deceased)
- Durland Calengarr (step father, deceased)
- ???(bio father, unknown)SIBLINGS 
- Misako (cousin but considers her a sister)
- Senia (adoptive)SIGNIFICANT OTHER 
- Trish "TJ" JassimirCHILDREN 
- noneOTHERS 
- Drenmir
- Callista
- Thanatos
- Hesperus
- Artemis
- LilithPETS 
-Vincent II (rat)
-Turtle Egg (unhatched)OCCUPATION  Noodle Shop Owner, ex-mercHOMETOWN  Tokbaek / Uul'san / Kor'amLANGUAGES  Ancient Tongue, Common

DEXTERITY +2
Acrobatics +3
Stealth -2
Thievery +1

STRENGTH +1
Athletics +3
Forging +1
Fortitude +1

HARMONY +0
Arcana +3
Nature -1
Belief +1

INTELLIGENCE +0
Research -1
Perception +1
Healing -3

FEATS
I. Lucky Coin Holder
II. Volley
III. Strategic Archer
IV. Mutant
V. Rage

MAGE INFO
Cantrips:
I. Minor Artifice
II. Shelter
Spells:
I. Redsteel
II. Charge
III. Portent
IV. Forge Arm-Leg

Verse I: Birth.

QUI NATI SUNT IN SANGUINE MORIENTUR IN SANGUINEThe Night was cold and silent as the hour was late in the mountain valley and a bright moon hung above a hill and the large manor upon it. As the bells rung out, chiming midnight, a small but loud cry could be heard from the depths of that house, the mewling sound of a newborn babe new to this world.The noise was a joy to Yukiko, she was not allowed into the delivery room but from outside the one eyed woman smiled a large grin, the babe sounded healthy, strong, and like a boy if she did not mistake, yes Eshai had picked her husband well.The mews to Durland was something surprising to him, he'd never been in a birthing room nor cared to be before this and the sudden crying had caught him off guard. The child looked strong as the newborn was finally given to Eshai, his mother and Durlands wife, the crying continued but the redhaired woman just clutched the babe, it was a small thing, a bright red tuft of hair laid on his head, and all it could do was cry. Durland narrowed his eyes at the child, he was experiencing feelings he never thought he would feel.Eshai stared at the child those golden eyes slowly closing, the crying ending, and the child falling asleep, small chest heaves of breath making something inside of her smile. He was small but he was strong, she could feel it, she rocked the baby staring into those tiny features until she herself started to feel drowsy. As her eyes started to falter staring at the babe she knew what to name him."My Temujin"

Verse II: Youth.

INNOCENTIA IGNORANTIA ET LIBERI ADSCENDOThe Morning sun peeked above the mountains surrounding Tokbaek like a child just waking from a nap, the light resulting spilled into the courtyard where two figures stood readying for a spar. On the East side of the gravel sparring pit stood Eshai Hojo, clan heir to Yukiko Hojo and an established warrior, she held a black hafted quarterstaff in her hands. The West side held a boy of ten years in age, with a similar staff in his arms, hair that came down into a small ponytail in the back, and whose height was abnormally tall for someone considered half human.The spar began at a slow pace the clacking making some softer noises before the hits picked up in pace, the boy kept up barely with the adult woman. As the pace sped to 'thwacks' against each staff parried blow after parried blow it became increasingly clear that Eshai would not let up and would not go easy on the boy as one came scarily close to hitting his head, but was deflected skidding off the black wood of the boys staff. As the Spar kept going, the boy started to get tired, he started to slow, and started to not be able to keep up with his mother and then he gave out.A strike to his knee made a gasp of pain escape the elven youth and then the opposite side of Eshai's staff came to hit him in the head. The world went into a spin and words echoed around him as he fell, the next thing he clearly felt was the gravel on his scalp. The boys hand came up to feel his head and it felt wet and warm. As he rose from the ground clutching his head only a servant came up to him with a rag as his mother walked away, shaking her head and exiting the courtyard.

Verse III: Life.

VITA EST VENENUM ET AMBROSIAMEtwyn stumbled through the dark towards his house, or at least where he thought his house was. It had been maybe a few months since reaching The Spire, he was descended from Geto the Cannibal and Iwata the Endless, men remembered for terrible cruelty or great deeds he was heir to that, and yet where was he? Drunk and in a stupor in some alley in a frontier town. The alcohol was all he could do to forget everything.Drunk and alone he opened the door on the boardwalk, it was his last day here, he was selling it he didnt have the money needed or the means to make it for food, or more importantly at the moment: alcohol. As the door swung in the dark room the familiar sight of the dark room, glass bottles and mugs spread out across the room empty and smelling as he made his way up the stairs.As he crashed onto the bed, one of three, the others were covered in empty bottles like the ones downstairs, and he thought a moment. Etwyns mind raced through things he'd done and people he'd lost, it was terrible and like torture and why he was drunk in the first place. He didn't like these thoughts and he didn't like the smell and he didn't like being awake and so he slept.Nothing in this world was so sweet as the oblivion presented by the slumber

Verse IV: Death.

MORS EST OBLIVIO DULCISSMAPurpose.That was the word he was searching for his mind went to as the blade pierced his heart, he lacked it he felt any semblance of that in his life until recently. His mind went to TJ for some odd reason, she was far from an official lover but for some reason but he felt sad thinking about her, leaving her. TJ was rather sad already, what would this do?He fell onto the ground, the stars were dazzling and His mind jumped, he was in the rain crying about Azariah telling him he'd be alright. He was at Durlands funeral, then his bedside, crying for some reason. He was Fifteen, his mother died while holding his hand all he could do was cry. He was thirteen leaving Kor'am. He remembered his grandfather's funeral. He remembered younger Asihoko and Misako climbing trees with them, getting into trouble and scolding. He remembered training with his mother never a positive word said yet care behind eyes still.His life and everything in it... it was laid ba-It ended.

Verse V: Rebirth.

SECUNDA FACULTAS, SECUNDA VIAEtwyn Awoke on the beach.... The sun was setting over the horizon and he blinked looking into it. His body ached and he pushed himself to his feat yawning. Why had he gotten up this early? Why was he on the beach? he started to look around and then stopped. He had died, it was fuzzy but clear, Asihoko had done it.... Asihoko who was timid when they were children, the snitch... and one of his closest friends as a child. The thoughts gave him pause, why? Why had he done that...? He sat down holding his head in his hand, he didnt pay any attention to his surroundings, he didnt need to.He was Alive.He was going to change.