Flynbul Tosstopple

Biographical information

Birthplace IXCHEL WILDS Born Died Age 25 Home The Eldyr Tree. (Knights of Anathaeum) Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Halfling (Fey ancestry) Sub-Race Gender Male. Height 3'8" Mass 60ibs Hair color Soot Black Eye color Murky Lavender Skin color Cosmic Latte

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Knight Enchanter (Pursuit Of the Wild) Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

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Flynbul and Yeljor are the newest recruits of the Anathaeum.

Appearance

A "child" dressed as a knight stands before you. Iron clad from shoulder to toe. Leathers of unknown origin woven into the armor to keep it form fitting. A stuffed pygmy goat used as a component bag sits on his hip. A horned helm sits on the other. A few other bemusing contraptions and gizmos jut out from the armor. Some hissing, others slowly rotating. To an untrained eye, this is undoubtedly the worst cosplay of a knight anyone has ever seen. A more keen eye would see a Knight Enchanter. Laying next to this half pint of a man, is Yeljor, his most trusted companion.

Skills and Abilities

Flynbul is skilled with his broadsword, but that's not where his true talents lie. He is skilled in the art of enchantment. Bolstering his allies, amplifying their skills and armaments, aiding and protecting. Wielding the untamable forces of nature and her ilk is his greatest asset. Mastering them is his pursuit. With Yeljor as his steed they can cover much ground, seek heights others can only dream of, and move around the field with unearthly agility.

Personality

Flynbul is as Flynbul does.

Biography & Lore

He was different, even at birth. No, not unique, not special, just different. His garish lavender eyes flashed open for their first breathe, and everyone witnessing could feel it. This kid was going to make something of his life. Flynbul was raised in the roots of Ixchel. He lived a rather normal life, normal to feylings anyhow. Living frivolously and carefree til a pestilence swept through his home town. This rot of unknown origin attacked without warning, and without mercy. Constricting and consuming the plants, creatures and anyone in its vicinity. It was slow to strike at first, but once it took hold, it became pervasive and untamable. When all seemed lost for him and his ilk, The Knights of Anathaeum rode in on this wave of calamity and ruin. They saved who they could and fought back the plague. Days of toil and loss came to an end. On the last day of the Knights stay, Flynbul inquired to join their ranks. He didn't want to be helpless when the next evil blanketed his homeland, or anyone's for that matter.

Flynbul Tosstopple