Hawkflesh
"Please, don't help me!"
Hawkflesh
| Age 97 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Rosewood, Elfen. |
| Occupation Vagabond |
Not a bad person.
Not really.
Hawkflesh is a nomadic figure who does not like to stay in one place too long, the reason for this is so strange, so unfortunate that he does not like speaking of it.
In truth it is a very strange tale and those who ask often refuse to acknowledge its true meaning, coming to curse him in time as they learn to understand the depths of his words and their often dire ramifications.
He is being hunted by a place.
If he remains stationary for a time (five days a most two at least) then wherever he is becomes The Forest of Hands a semi sentient mobile landscape populated by severed floating hands that pull whatever they can grab upward into deep unknowable darkness.
The worst part of this bizarre affliction is that knowledge of the Forest of Hands existence seems to play a factor in its manifestation. The more people he tells, the sooner it happens.
Currently he is hoping to find a way to stop his bad fortune.
Not really.
Hawkflesh is a nomadic figure who does not like to stay in one place too long, the reason for this is so strange, so unfortunate that he does not like speaking of it.
In truth it is a very strange tale and those who ask often refuse to acknowledge its true meaning, coming to curse him in time as they learn to understand the depths of his words and their often dire ramifications.
He is being hunted by a place.
If he remains stationary for a time (five days a most two at least) then wherever he is becomes The Forest of Hands a semi sentient mobile landscape populated by severed floating hands that pull whatever they can grab upward into deep unknowable darkness.
The worst part of this bizarre affliction is that knowledge of the Forest of Hands existence seems to play a factor in its manifestation. The more people he tells, the sooner it happens.
Currently he is hoping to find a way to stop his bad fortune.
Appearance
| Height 5'10 |
| Build Lanky |
| Hair Fine and dark brown |
| Eyes Dark blue |
Hawkflesh sports a large burn scar on the left side of his face.
His hair is often cut to shoulder length and tied back.
He wears a simple get up of ring mail, tabbard, gloves and boots. The sigil on the tabbard is that of a birds talon holding a heart.
His eyes are old with only the memory of kindness left in them.
His cloak is dark red.
His hair is often cut to shoulder length and tied back.
He wears a simple get up of ring mail, tabbard, gloves and boots. The sigil on the tabbard is that of a birds talon holding a heart.
His eyes are old with only the memory of kindness left in them.
His cloak is dark red.
Personality
Hawkflesh is a mostly amicable fellow who seeks to not make things harder than they need to be but with that in mind has a mean streak in him and often the easiest solution in his eyes is to kill the problem, an old habit he is trying to get rid of with mixed results.
When in the wilds Hawkflesh is direct, thorough and speaks plainly, keeping his eyes on his focus and doing what he can to help people (if somewhat violently).
In towns (or really anywhere he can get a drink) Hawkflesh is a slobbering drunk who is pretty pathetic really. A self pitying scarecrow who speaks of his troubles in half-truths and cursed whispers unable to forget or move on emotionally from the things he has seen and done.
When in the wilds Hawkflesh is direct, thorough and speaks plainly, keeping his eyes on his focus and doing what he can to help people (if somewhat violently).
In towns (or really anywhere he can get a drink) Hawkflesh is a slobbering drunk who is pretty pathetic really. A self pitying scarecrow who speaks of his troubles in half-truths and cursed whispers unable to forget or move on emotionally from the things he has seen and done.
Skills
Riding.
Swordsmanship.
Archery.
Foraging.
Reading and writing. (Common, Elfish, Broken Sonshan.)
Swordsmanship.
Archery.
Foraging.
Reading and writing. (Common, Elfish, Broken Sonshan.)
Art Credit: Me X)
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