Forgotten
A skeleton intentionally raised by a necromancer, but unintentionally given sentience and free will. He has no memories of his life, only a desire for peace, a will to protect the vulnerable, and a longing for acceptance.
Appearance
He wears a nondescript suit of steel platemail adorned with a black tabard. He rarely removes any part of it, as a bare and bleached skeleton is all that lies beneath, and he has found that most people do not appreciate this.
Skills and Abilities
He was animated by dark magic. He never tires, never feels hunger or thirst, and never sleeps. He is unaffected by extreme temperatures (at least until bones melt). His speed and strength are greater than they were in life, but they are not superhuman. A lack of ligaments makes him extremely flexible.
His senses of sight and hearing are almost as good as a living human, but his senses of smell and touch are greatly diminished. He has no sense of taste. He cannot heal without the aid of more dark magic, which he does not wield himself, but whole bones can often be reattached if they are intact. It is unknown how much physical damage is required to actually kill him.
His senses of sight and hearing are almost as good as a living human, but his senses of smell and touch are greatly diminished. He has no sense of taste. He cannot heal without the aid of more dark magic, which he does not wield himself, but whole bones can often be reattached if they are intact. It is unknown how much physical damage is required to actually kill him.
Personality
He doesn't like violence and hurting others, and will only engage in it to protect those who he sees as vulnerable. Every living thing is beautiful and precious, and part of a world he cannot remember but pines for nevertheless.
He is wary of revealing his true self to others and forms quick attachments to those who show him kindness and acceptance. His ideal afternoon would be spent in a field of flowers.
He is wary of revealing his true self to others and forms quick attachments to those who show him kindness and acceptance. His ideal afternoon would be spent in a field of flowers.