[hider=Phinuphus Tahnqlin]

[b]Name:[/b] Phinuphus Tahnqin (Fee-nuh-fuss Tan-keen)
[b]Age:[/b] 41
[b]Race:[/b] Capybkin (Beastkin with Capybara features)
[indent]Capybkin are some of the largest beastkin on Allaria, standing between 9-12 feet tall with thick hides and broad shoulders--their body-type not unlike a small adult bear save for their unique forelimbs/paws and tranquil face. They often assume a hunched position when dealing with non-Capybkin, and are as likely to be found traveling comfortably on all-fours as on their hind legs. Much like their Capybara ancestors, Capybkin's queer paws are quite dexterous in spite of their size. They are excellent swimmers and quite fast on open land. They handle inclines and rocky terrain very deliberately--that is to say much more slowly than most humanoids and with constant fear of losing their footing.[/indent]
[b]Classes:[/b]
[i]Major - Merchant/Apothecary[/i]
[indent]Phinuphus has made his living traveling between his monastery and local villages trading spices, tinctures and fine spirits, for food, firewood, tools and other necessities. He has gained a fine understanding of medicinal plants and how to refine them thanks to his olfactory senses. He also has a shrewd business sense and a head for logistics.[/indent]
[i]Minor - Monk[/i]
[indent]Phinuphus came to his monastery as a devout of Anomandaris after his parents were lost to plague, serving the monks and nuns as a go-between so that they were well-stocked for provisions and heat during the cold months. He began training with them in earnest to find inner peace, and while his practice has been recreational for over fifteen years, he has begun to take it more seriously and has caught the first glimpses of his spirit animal.[/indent]

[b]God:[/b] Anomandaris - Lion Aspect
[indent]Capybkin take a view of Anomandaris informed heavily by their ancestry. He is a lion above things Capybkin hold dear such as family and travel, but he is a patron of harmony and defense of home, both things Capybkin have instinctive cravings to preserve. Capybkin devotees of Anomandaris are community supporters for the regions in which they survive, providing refined goods to any who might need them, and luxurious crafts to outsiders. They also revere Anomandaris' apparent love of battle and are expected to come forth in times of trouble to defend the weak.[/indent]

[b]Appearance:[/b][hider=Profile][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/moOMcH0.jpg[/img]
Phinuphus, sitting in meditation.[/center][/hider]
Phinuphus is somewhat small for a Capybkin, standing from paw to pate at just above nine feet tall. For all his relative shortness, he is still every much as broad shouldered and thick of hide as his more properly proportioned peers. His fur has an unusually bright sheen for Capybkin, appearing when wet as if polished bronze. He most often wears simple robes of brown wool and roughspun, the better to conceal the many bulky sacks and packs usually lashed to his body with cordage and netting he made for himself. His movements come with the practice of a man who has lived his whole life on the road, with a touch of the serenity one would expect from a Monk of Anomandaris.

[b]Personality:[/b] Phinuphus is a shrewd and practical man with a biting sense of humor and a careful suspicion of most newcomers. Once warmed to an individual, he makes a fast friend and is almost unnervingly considerate and fatherly. His best friends often wind up having a little nip of grain alcohol passed to them once or twice a day. "The Grace and gaze of our lion," to hear him tell it. He is also, for good or for ill, certainly a man of his faith; slow to truly notice the gravity of a conflict, but unwavering in his will to end one when his temper has been lost.
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[i][u]Attentive[/u][/i] - "The grumble of any stomach is cause for a small morsel. Take these nuts and say nothing of it. We must eat well and keep up our strength."
[i][u]Harmonious[/u][/i] - "You don't like the man, do you? Were we not in the position we are in I would be as impatient as you with his snapping. But he is useful, watch. He's the only reason half of these men and women are working together at all. It takes many teeth to chew a meal."
[i][u]Pious[/u][/i] - "The Lion expects a lion from each of us, to mirror his gaze and grace."
[i][u]Ponderous[/u][/i] - "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... you look like a pheasant."
[i][u]Tippler[/u][/i] - "I am not drunk. Capybkin are never drunk. Capybkin are often painfully sober, some of us worse off than others. We achieve normality. We *hic* drink the blood of Anomandaris." -said while swaying gently in the breeze, and smelling faintly of spirits.
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[b]Spirit Animal:[/b] A large rabbit.
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[indent]Phinuphus doesn't exactly carry his shop around with him since leaving the monastery, but old habits die hard. He is positively awash with provisions, small and useful tools (usually bronze, sometimes iron), and an at times comical supply of fine spirits that he guards jealously. He also carries a particular sack that he keeps well insulated and bundled against sudden falls full of his healing tinctures, powders, and herbs, the majority o which he has harvested and refined himself. He keeps his liquor there too, and as likely to supplement someone coming to him complaining of headache with a sip of spirits as a bite of firemint.[/indent]
[b]Skills:[/b]
[i]Major - Healer[/i]
[indent]At a glance, Phinuphus can often diagnose illnesses by smell and taste before their worst symptoms manifest, and if he doesn't have a preventative or proven cure-all in his pack, he can probably tell you whether they can forage locally for the means to make one. His skills as an apothecary are exclusively curative--he would never think of dabbling in less honest applications of his art.[/indent]
[i]Minor - Pugilism[/i]
[indent]Phinuphus' body lent itself well to learning the fundamentals of martial arts, but gave him such a clear advantage over many of his teachers that he has struggled to ever learn more than the very basics, and is terrified of harming friends while sparring. His only practice is in earnest combat, meaning he has little to show for it thusfar.[/indent]

[b]Magic:[/b] True to monks devoted to Anomandaris, there is likely some magic that has been honed within Phinuphus' soul. His fur can become extraordinarily dense and sharp, proving a good defense against bludgeoning and slashing weapons. Wrestling him when his fur is hardened is not advised.

[b]Strength - Big[/b]
Endurance and heaviness, like any mountain, defines most Capybkin, as it does here. He so often carries so much about him because he is so often unencumbered, and he throws punches that can kill a common man that doesn't react quickly enough. He can take the nineteenth punch just as well as the first, though if each are well placed the twentieth will drop him as readily as any other humanoid.

[b]Weakness - Rough Terrain[/b]
[indent]While Capybkin are often uncomfortable navigating crevasses, mountainous terrain, shale, and other such features, Phinuphus' troubles with such movements have fostered a perception of himself that feels much less than the serine Lion he aspires to emulate. More than merely clumsy, he is driven to sullenness and is much shorter of temper and patience when hard travel is the order of the day.[/indent]

[b]Weakness - The Lion[/b]
[indent]Less well understood by his companions is the degree to which Phinuphus truly seeks to emulate his god. His patience is tested daily by the graceless and those who do not demonstrate conscientiousness and will to strengthen the group. Combined with enough stress from other sources (for instance by his pathological irritation for rough terrain), he can lose his temper to a degree that seems perfectly in line with the emulation of Anomandaris. In truth, it is an irrational and malicious tantrum--a dangerous thing to see, and quite rare.[/indent]

[hider=History]
Phinuphus was born into an isolated river village, living a trqnauil life until plague struck the local region. Several villages were wiped out completely, and Phinuphus was one of only a handful to survive from his own, all of whom fled to the local Yard of Anomandaris. It served as sanctuary until the troubles passed, but unlike the rest of his village, Phinuphus stayed with the monastery and lived most of his adult life there until a couple of years ago. Troubles in Allaria have turned the world, and most of the Capybkin of Phinuphus' homeland have migrated farther into isolation, abandoning their homes and leaving the land fallow. Some few like Phinuphus have turned in the opposite direction, moving against the Apotheoses, guided by Anomandaris' rage.

Phinuphus is one such man.
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Samples:
[indent][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4428602]What I consider a highlight from my current freework in Expanding Horizons.[/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4432759]First post in Insurrection.[/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4430140]Expected CS quality.[/url][/indent]

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