Appearance

Physical Description

Just bones, baby!

Body Features

Just bones, baby!

Facial Features

None anymore

Identifying Characteristics

Skeleton, white leather bird mask, medicinal smell

Physical quirks

Skeleton

Apparel & Accessories

White leather bird mask, several sheathed blades, a decent quiver, bow, herbalism/alchemist tools

Special abilities

Bone pile: turn into a pile of bones

Mentality

Personal history

-I lived a fairly peaceful life with my parents
-I saved a dying tabaxi named quiet who was part of a criminal organization that my father (human) had been a part of
-because of the new interaction with the organization, called the Thorncrawlers, my father rejoined them in order to prevent too much harm from coming to our area
-My mother (drow, Wild Mother nature cleric) and I made medicines and treated injured members of the organization to assist Dad
-The situation between various criminal organizations became hostile, so my parents sent me to a cabin in the woods at 15 to protect me.
-The cabin became a safe house for the Thorncrawlers that I managed, where I met a scraggly, middle-aged kobold named Sniv, who taught me how to rogue and gave me dope tattoos Sniv was unfortunately arrested and I never saw him again
-The situation became an underground war, so my dad came to pick me up to bring us so a different country
-We were pursued while we were running, and a dwarf with glowing green eyes stabbed me with a weird cursed knife
-I realized that despite the fact that my heart stopped, I could still see and hear, but couldn't move
-flash forward a psychologically obliterating amount of time, a group of adventurers including a necromancer tried to raise my body, but instead of making a bone soldier I kept my mind and gained mobility.
-while wandering the feywild, I gained my clothes, mask, and supplies, and also met a kind "fey" (maybe lying about their race) named Nyx Tevra who continued my education of herbs, plants, fungi, potions, etc.
-While chillin' with Nyx, I started praying to the Raven Queen and the Wild Mother
-Both Nyx and the Wild Mother helped me contact my Mom, who informed me about the state of things after I disappeared
-After that, I wandered the feywild and other fairly safeish planes (earth elemental plane, beastlands).
-Whenever I write a letter to Mom, either Nyx or the Wild Mother (i assume) takes it and replaces it with leaves &/or moss, shortly after which I will receive a sending message from Mom
-One day, Nyx vanished and I stared my general wandering.
-I am using this second chance to help others and try to regain my body so that I can meet back up with Mom comfortably.
-Nyx and I are friends/teacher and student, but as a "fey", they might call me in to repay all that they've done for me, but I owe them my "life" because they taught me how to feel emotions after wandering aimlessly for what may or may not have been decades (time in the feywild is hard)

Education

Herbalism/Horticulture/Alchemical education from my mother and good friend Nyx

Employment

Herbalist, Alchemist, Horticulturalist, Good Samaritan

Accomplishments & Achievements

Died, but is still walking

Failures & Embarrassments

Died, but is still walking

Mental Trauma

Died, but is still walking

Morality & Philosophy

I died, but I'm still walking, so I'm gonna use this chance to help people and advance my knowledge of my favorite subjects

person.sexuality

None as an undead

person.gender_identity

Male

Known Languages

Common, Elvish, Undercommon, Thieves' Cant

Personality

Motivation

To help people, further my knowledge of herbalism, and regain my mortal body

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Good at: herbalism, potion-making, stealth, general awareness, being helpful, medical help
 
Bad at: general strength, talking

Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Plants, Fungi, Being helpful, Healing, Research, Potion-Making, Hunting
 
Dislikes: Undead, Cruelty, Abjuration

Virtues & Personality perks

Freedom. Chains are meant to be broken, as are those who would forge them. (Chaotic)
People. I’m loyal to my friends, not to any ideals. (Neutral)
Nature. We take from the world around us daily, it is how we live. One day, we will have to return what we have taken. (Neutral)

Vices & Personality flaws

My good nature has gotten me into far too much trouble.
I tend to smell like the bottom of a compost pile.

Personality Quirks

Tends to cock head like a bird when questioning or confused

Hygiene

Dirt and moss-covered, doesn't smell bad (no sweat), just not clean

Social

Current Residence

None

Contacts & Relations

Mininil Zauber-Myervs: My mother. She’s a drow nature cleric of the Wild Mother. She’s a couple of inches shorter than me, with cobalt skin, ruby eyes, and platinum hair. I write her letters and she magically tells me when she receives them. She is the one who started my education and fascination with plants, herbs, fungi, and medicines.
 
Zac Myervys: My father. He was a human man with dark skin, amber eyes, and black hair. He was covered in intricate tattoos and had a dry sense of humor. He, along with Sniv, gave me my tattoos. He died about 20 years after me.
 
Nyx Tevra: A kind “fey” who gave me an extensive education on plants, fungi, herbs, salves, medicines, and potions. They helped me come to terms with my predicament, and taught me a bit about how to heal myself if I got injured. They have ebony hair, pale green skin, and aquamarine eyes.
 
Sniv: A kobold ranger/rogue who taught me how to handle myself, among other things. He had burnt orange skin, rusty, brown eyes, and many tattoos. He, along with my father, gave me my various tattoos. He was executed a few years before me.
 
Quiet: A tabaxi who made my family involved in the Thorncrawlers. She was headstrong and prideful but also incredibly apologetic and felt genuinely guilty about how she got the people who saved her involved with a bunch of criminals. She was fairly nice when I spoke with her. She had ahsy grey fur, topaz eyes, and a small stature. She died shortly before I did.

Wealth & Financial state

Normally has a small amount of emergency gold to make and sell potions and new clothes or thread

Family Ties

Mother

Religious Views

Belives in, prays to, and confides in Atia and the Wild Mother

Social Aptitude

Average

Hobbies & Pets

Potion-making, herbalism research, hunting

Speech

Deeper than average voice, sounds distant