Born in an unnamed village, Friderik devoted most of his days to consuming knowledge. Whether it’d be meaningless jargon on how to efficiently clean a stain, different catalogues of weapons, or simply how to increase one’s height. But sometimes he’d go out and play pretend with his friends. Making all manners of makeshift weapons and dueling with his friends.
One fateful day, his village was razed to the ground. Heightened by his emotions, he stood his ground and fought against insurmountable odds. After suffering injury after injury, he was forced to flee. Being afforded enough time to slip through the chaos, he fled into the forest where he spent the rest of his days living in a cabin.
Time spent in isolation fragmented his personality. No longer being the socialite he once was, he secluded himself further from his emotions.
A small flicker of light dwindles within the cabin. Just on the verge of blowing out.
- Age
- 20
- Gender
- Male
- Eyes
- Yellow
- Hair
- Black
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- White, (Ashen or Pale)
- Height
- 5'4
- Weight
- 134
Appearance
Mentality
Mental Trauma
The destruction of his village occasionally weighs on his mind.
Known Languages
Common, Elven
Personality
Motivation
Likes to absorb knowledge, whether it be meaningless or not. And wishes to see his skills progress exponentially.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
An all-rounder. Capable of close-range and ranged combat.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
Reading, and experimenting with his power.
Dislikes:
Social interactions.
Vices & Personality flaws
A very emotionally complex individual. While he dislikes social interactions, he doesn't seem to mind small talks, or questions.
Social
Social