Deucalian Seir

Usually seen wearing a dark, wide-brimmed leather hat, and a thigh-length black scale-leather coat over well made travelling clothes and boots. The edges of intricate acrane tattoo patterns can be seen creeping up his neck from beneath his shirt collar and down his forearms.
Orphaned as a child after his parents died of unexpected illness, he was raised by his uncle, Iason. His family coming from that of a line of arcane knowledge and protection against evil influences, he was raised in magic and lore, though perhaps he took to the stories themselves a little more than some would have liked. His uncle was well known and respected in their city among the law enforcement and often assisted with crimes of cultist or fiendish nature.
After his uncle's death in an accident, he took up the mantle to assist in his uncle's place and carry on his family's legacy. Soon after, while attempting to thwart the human sacrifice of a little girl, he descended into a trance to bring her soul back into her body. After many hours, the girl awoke, but to the helpless dismay of his compatriots, he remained in trance. After almost three days, he awoke, bleeding from slashes to his body that no one could seem to find, and screaming in crazed madness.
For months of recovery, he remained in mostly isolation, allowing only a very few entrance into his house who came to see him. Then one day, without warning or farewell, he packed a few belongings and promptly left both his home and his profession, taking to the road with his stories and knowledge, hoping against vain hope to leave behind the evil that he confronted, and praying that it doesn't follow him.

Year of Birth

13 AoA 27 Years old

Gender

Male

Eyes

Left Eye Blue, Right Eye Violet

Hair

Silver Blonde

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Bronze