Appearance

Physical Description

Athletic, well-toned, an olympian build from years of physical effort in the high reaching mountains.

Body Features

Has a number of tattoos that span his body as goes the typical goliath. However, his are colored a golden-orange, rather than the typical black of most goliaths. Another notable feature are the hundreds of scars, burns, and the-like that cover almost the entirety of his body.
 
Tattoos on his shoulders, arms, legs, chest, back, etc.

Facial Features

Most notably is his left eye has a large scar running through it where instead of the milky white eye of a goliath is, instead an indigo spherical crystal, that looks like the night sky, and in it 8-11 distinct glimmers of white light like that of the stars above. Going inward from the top right but stopping quarter way and reappearing at the bottom left of his face and around his head are the golden-orange bands that make-up part of the tattoos across his body. around the largest ones are a multitude of small dots that have an extra one jutting out on every third dot. These bands seem to expand out and be the center point for the rest of the tattoos of his body.

Identifying Characteristics

Indigo crystalline eye, being nearly 10 ft tall, and the bands that encompass most his body.

Physical quirks

Tends to look like he's always in deep thought. Nova is very comfortable using his large size to intimidate others through getting handsy.

Apparel & Accessories

Armor is Dwarven in make

Mentality

Personal history

Nova remembers all of it, at least that was when he awoke. Unable to see anything, his left eye in agonizing pain. soon remembering that it was taken, but by who? Doesn't matter too much as there isn't much else he can remember anyways. Then a word came to him. A name. Mistwalker. He instinctively went to reach for something on him, but quickly found it wasn't there. He then realized he was naked, and that whatever he was looking for he doesn't even know what it would be to begin with.
 
Mistwalker spent the next few hours trying to comprehend the situation. He went through recalling everything he possibly could. And only three things came to mind. He knew his eye was missing for a reason, though he didn't know what, that his name is Mistwalker, and that the tattoos across his body were not natural. Upon recollecting this third thought, he was unsure, as he can't even see a thing in front of him in the dark, but somehow he knew that he had marking that touched most of his body.
 
Eventually, he began to feel around to figure out where he was, each realization more foreboding and more complexing than the last. "A platform, no it's too small for that. It feels more like an altar." It was at this point Mistwalker had heard himself speak for the first time. He found the sound of his voice loud, deep, and ever-so terrifying. he nearly fell off the altar from the shock of how booming his voice was. But the most shocking piece was the vibrations of his voice into his chest.
 
Calming down he began to walk around to feel the rest of the room. Everything was made of carved stoned from what he could feel. He soon found a doorway, where he proceeded to follow, hugging the left wall until eventually he found what he believed to be a stone door. As he opened the door he felt fresh air for the first time along with the colors from the light beaming through! Through the tiny holes and cracks of the rubble blocking the path, the escape of wherever Mistwalker had ended up.
 
Spending the last of his energy and willpower he spent the next three days tirelessly removing rubble of various size until he didn't have the energy to push any harder. It was to no avail. he seemed to barely put a dent in the seamlessly endless path of rubble. So unable to move, he accepted his fate, and went to sleep. Some number of hours, days, not really able to tell due to being in a near-death state, Mistwalker breaks back into consciousness to see a large purple creature with a massive yellow triangular encompassing most of face, and six stalks with more similarly shaped eyes. Salvation Mistwalker thought, or at least a chance to escape this hell hole. Oh how he would come to regret those words.
 
Nova Remembers all of it.

Failures & Embarrassments

Destroyed an entire city as the final task of his master by "sinking" it into the World Below.

Personality

Social

Birthplace

Unkown