Gul'mos

Basic Information

Full Name: Gul'mos
Age: 442
Gender: Male
Birth Date: For a treant, the concepts of birthdays seems mundane but the time of birth would be around the spring.
Race: Treant
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Hair Colour: N/A
Eye Colour: Blue
Face Shape: N/A
Skin Tone: The color of his bark is a healthy brown. Mushroom sprouts can be seen along its right shoulder
Height: 11 feet tall, 335.76 cm
Weight: Over 2000 pounds but less than 3000 pounds (907 kg-1360 kg)
Body Type: In his original form (see picture) he appears somewhat lithe to many observers. Considering the shapeshifting aspect of the treants, this can change at any time.
Natural Markings: N/A
Scar(s): This treant has earned many scars and burn marks but due to its vast life force, they tend to disappear as new bark continually replace the old.
Tattoo(s): Recently, a drunk dwarf had the bright idea to scribble some "runes" on the sleeping treant. It did absolutely nothing and Gul'mos found the situation rather droll and let the dwarf go without harm. Remanants of the runes can be found on its lower back.

Personality

3 Words: Fearless, broad-minded, frank
Like(s): Enjoys the great outdoors, friendly to all elves and fae unless something is seriously wrong.
Dislike(s): The fire elementals are too fickle and temperamental for Gul'mos. They are quick to anger and the sensation of burning is not a pleasant one. However, so long as the bark was able to protect delicate tissues underneath, Gul'mos would recover just fine in nearly all cases. Gul'mos has seen that humani tend to overuse and abuse the land. Natural resources are to be used by all but there must be balance in things. Likewise, Gul'mos can tolerate non-elven magicians but is always wary of them for they can cause unparalleled destruction.

Want(s): Gul'mos seeks to find more of his kind believing that there will be a time when the treant's strength will be needed in the forseeable future. As an explorer, the treant wishes to catalog new flora and fauna in his journey.
Fear(s): Gul’mos fears total war between the Nephilim and Revenant.

Favourite...

Colour(s): (Anything Verdant and cool)
Time of Day: (Nighttime, the evening skies always had a calming and mediatative effect)
Food: (Photosynthesis, can root to the ground to extract nutients from the soil, can also consume woodstuff)
Animal: (Does not particularly have a favorite animal)
Place in Terra: (Somewhere in Terra's Forest)

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: (Tunneling through soil becomes easy with massive limbs that can be shaped at will. Rooting into the soil has a detoxifying element to it in addition to regenerative properties,)
Good at...: (Engaging in conversation, communing with nature, rarely gets lost)
Bad at...: (understanding the more nuanced social cues of other races (besides the elves and fae). Rudimentary understanding of humani written language, sneaking around)

Traits

Good Habit(s):(Amicable towards most, tries to be punctual)
Bad Habit(s): (Comes off as brusque and insensitive at times because Gul'mos tends to be forward and blunt. Sometimes enjoys scaring the other races by pretending to be a tree.)

History

The Past

Gul'mos was born 58 years after the war. Although nearly 3 decades has past since the treant's birth, the world was still reeling from the aftermath of the war. Growing up during this era was tumultuous and violent. During this age, the treants were far more numerous and each "grove" of treants were fierce defenders of their respective part of the forest. Gul'mos was born near the edges of the forest. At the time, the young sapling did not understand why the sapient races, particularly the humani, were so desperate to clear away the forest. All that the sapling understood was that these races were greedy; taking so much from the land and giving so little back.

For three decades, the treants were steadfast in safeguarding their lands. Each time, they fended off the humans whether they had help from the Nephilim or Revenant. When Gul'mos was deemed of sufficient age, the treant was told by the Elder of who was responsible for the current state of things. As the Elder told Gul'mos who and what the Nephilim and Revenant did in the war, Gul'mos could only feel hate for the two factions that brought ruin to the natural order of things.

At a suitable age, the treant also partook in fighting against the humani. However, this endeavor would ultimately prove to be futile. The treants were few in number and reproduced far less quickly than the humani. In addition, a great number of them had already perished in the war itself. Vast swaths of land were burned by the humani in vengeance. In the face of such destruction, the surviving treants of his grove retreated deeper into the forest and went their separate ways.

The loss of home greatly angered Gul'mos and for some time, the lone treant conducted nightly raids on vulnerable human settlements. Though Gul'mos' anger was assuaged, in the end the treant felt hollow and purposeless. The lives the treant stomped out took its toll and Gul'mos retreated deep into the forest once more, falling into a deep sleep for a century until a band of traveling elves accidentally roused the treant from its slumber. The elves entreated the treant to accompany them on a journey and with nothing left to lose, Gul'mos decided to join them, hoping to find purpose.

Though in time, they parted ways, from those experiences (at an age of 267), Gul'mos decided to travel; to meet his old acquaintances again and to try to come to a better understanding of the other races. Additionally, Gul'mos wishes to gather the treants for a forum of sorts to ask a simple question. Should they partake in a more active role in the world or would it be best to let nature run its course as it always had?

The Present

Gul'mos no longer sees humani as enemies though his early experiences with them has means the treant at best is neutral towards them. As of now, the treant travels the forest, seeking to find more of his kind. He has also grown concerned (due to word of mouth) of the increasing Nephilim and Revenant activity as the treants still has vivid memories of the aftermath of the war.

Memories

Commander Farzorwyn

Basic Information

Full Name: Sariandi Farzorwyn
Age: 197
Gender: Female
Rebirth Date: 15/03
Race: Dark Elf then Revenant
Alignment: Revenant - Commander of Alithe's army.

Appearance

Hair Colour: Snow white.
Eye Colour: Lavender
Face Shape: Gaunt
Skin Tone: Ash grey
Height: 210cm / 5'11"
Weight: 100kg / 220lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Natural Markings: N/A
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s):
Sariandi's body is covered in numerous battle scars that she had aquired in her life. She surprisingly isn't proud of them, so she goes great lengths to cover them.

Personality

3 Words: Stoic, Stubborn, Aloof
Like(s): The shadows of the Wasteland, dwarves, treants (just because of their appearance and power).
Dislike(s): Flowers - flowers can burn.

Want(s): To be rid of the sun, so all of Terra is bathed in darkness.
Fear(s):Raziel winning the war and destroying her homelands with light.

Favourite...

Colour(s): Black and white
Time of Day: Night - at least then the rest of Terra resembles her homelands.
Food: Sariandi doesn't enjoy food - she simply eats to survive.
Animal: Crow
Place in Terra: The Wastelands

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies:
Sariandi doesn't have any affinity for magic, so she instead focuses on her physical capabilities: Sariandi fights with a simple half-sword and kunai knives. Having trained in combat since she could even pick up a dagger, Sarandi has nearly 200 years of fighting proficiency, making her a force to be reckoned with.
Good at...: Combat and weapon proficiency.
Bad at...: Literally everything else.

Traits

Good Habit(s):Fearlessness, providing excellent leadership
Bad Habit(s): Impatience, quick to anger, never cleans up (it's below her).

History

The Past

Sariandi refuses to disclose anything about her past, claiming that "life before Alithe held no purpose, and thus does not matter."

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Sariandi bravely journeyed to Alithe's domain at the young age of fourteen, refusing to take no for an answer. Though Alithe generally thought little of weak "younglings," Alithe seemed to see a little of herself in the angry elfling, and allowed the child to reside in her Villa, though she didn't allow the girl to be turned as she had deemed her to be too young to be able to survive the process.

Sariandi, much to her delight, was still trained as a Revenant soldier regardless of her mortal status - and she was a natural. It seemed that the mortal elf child had no trouble keeping up with her enhanced peers, and so earned the respect of those around her.

Sariandi fought her first battle at the age of sixteen: Her group was lead to attack a small settlement of Nephlim families, slaughtering the wives and children of Raziel's men. Of course, there was some... resistance. Not many survived that day, and Sariandi (along with few others) returned to the Villa gravely injured.

Alithe, in a rare moment that all but her would deem "care", decided that then was the moment to change Sariandi - to save her body, Sariandi happily paid the price of her soul.

Sariandi found little joy in life, but with a sword in her hand and a Revenant crest on her skin, she was the happiest that she'd ever been.

The Present

Sariandi has now risen to the rank of Commander of Alithe's army, and can sometimes be considered as Alithe's right-hand. She seldom leaves the Wastelands, instead remaining behind and training new troops to Alithe's army. Now and then she will take part in larger raids against Nephlim encampments and villages.

In the background, she is working with Alithe to plan a full-scale attack on the Nephlim and Raziel himself.

Memories

* Her first battle.
* Finally being turned Revenant.
* Earning the title of Commander.