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Biographical information

Birthplace Some bog north of the Spine Born Died Age Depends on when you start counting Home Where does your character tend to reside now? Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race ??? Sub-Race Gender W-woman??? Height A bit short Mass Hair color Reddish? Eye color Too big Skin color Tan?

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation What is your character's occupation? Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Ako-Kipali Created on 10.April.2020 Avatar Link the source of your character's image (use a reverse google image search if you are stuck)

Put in your blood,
Put it in mud.

At the edge little brothers lie,
past them poor souls for help cry.
In the middle you put your tool,
but this one was made by a fool.

Man is God,
Or man was God.

Mysterious rituals that costs many a life,
with their completion being up to time.
One body sinks and another one too,
Into the water of murky hue.

Why make this?
It's amiss.

When first out of the bog, covered in mud from head to toe. Dressed in clothes that seemed more than ancient, and tinted tan from the mud itself. And so seemed to be the skin, not soft like human skin, but smooth like bone. The eyes seem as fake as that of an old statue.

A ruined fur coat, reddish hair tied up with a scarf of some sort, and around the neck, ears, hands, and as a belt, hung gold and stone jewllery, erriely perserved.

Isn't movement a skill in itself? But to do so requires the spending of energy. Which comes at a price. To live, to change, to end.

It's hard to tell the personality, of something that just started to exist.