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[h3]Personalia[/h3]
[sub]Information collected by the civilian questioning[/sub]

[i]"To defy this one's will is to occur nature's wrath."[/i][/center]

[indent]| Ｂｉｒｔｈｎａｍｅ: |
[indent][i]Thunder's Whisper[/i][/indent]

| Ａｌｉａｓ: |
[indent][i]Whisper[/i][/indent]

| Ｓｅｘ: |
[indent][i]Male/Asexual[/i][/indent]

| R a c e : |
[indent][i]Vata'an[/i][/indent]

| Ａｇｅ: |
[indent][i]117 (Appears to be 30-35)[/i][/indent]

| P r o f f e s i o n : |
[indent][i](Since The War) Whisper is highly ambitious in his goals and meticulously methodical in their achievement. He is motivated by adventure and a sense of heroism. He travels far and wide looking for the lost places of the world that may be harboring aberrant monstrosities or malevolent curses, so that he may eradicate them and protect the natural order. Yet a man cannot live on handouts of generous strangers alone, and often enough Whisper may take odd jobs in various settlements to either supplement his income, gather information, or pass the time between inquisitions.[/i][/indent]
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[h3]Psychology & History[/h3]
[sub]From detailed eye-witness reports and visitations[/sub]

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| S i e g e  a c c o u n t s: |
[indent][i]An ancient man completely alone in the world lost nothing and everything in the Siege of Aldis, only a short decade ago, a snapshot in a century's worth of memories. During those dark days of panic and desolation, Whisper gave aid to the people of Aldis in anyway he could, whether it by the sword or by shining the light of Hiathas on those who sought escape. By his hand the green enveloped those whose boon of safety they hungered for, while their livelihood crumbled behind them. Those who chose to remain in the wretched city, be it due to bravery and confidence in their Queen and her knights, or utter foolishness in taking the chance, also received the helping hand of Whisper. He healed those injured and sick, took food to the famine laden and impoverished, and protected the lowly from the savagery of shades and cutthroats. While his professions where many, those he managed to truly save where few compared to the sheer number of those in need.

Yet Whisper was put to the test when a particular convoy of escapees where being led into the green. Only a helping hand at this point, and by no means a leader, the bush man took to consoling those within he caravan, taking to the children and distracting them with effortless works of magic. 

One family in particular garnered his attention. A gaunt mother, her past beauty apparent yet now lost in sunken cheeks and tired eyes, and her 4 children, two of which where boys and two of which where twin sisters. Whisper often treated her and often took time to converse with her. The wife of a solider, she bear the burden of her husband's likely demise and the subsequent task of raising four children on her own. While Whisper pitted her some, she was but one of a multitude of widows and widowers during these blackened days. 

Yet, her indomitable will and optimism, while monotonous to Whisper, managed leave a mark on him. He found himself by her side or with her children time and time again. He made a single minded effort to bring comfort to the frail woman and her children, no longer out of a sense of duty, but out of genuine need and want.

In a moment of irresponsibility and desire, Whisper promised her and her family safety by his hand. It wasn't long after that, the caravan was discovered by the enemy and nearly decimated. In the wreckage the bodies of the widow and her children where found desecrated.

Whisper of course did not mourn, only chastised himself for his irresponsibly and failure. Even ten years after the day, he still petitions in prayer that he not meet the widow in his next life, for he fears he would be unable to face her at that time.
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| P e r s o n a l i t y  r e p o r t s : |
[indent][i]Just like there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. Whisper's duality comes in the form of how the public perceives him and who he is on a personal level. 

As a primal being, Whisper has ties to nature unmatched by most of the common people, but unlike other beings of nature, he is not content to wait in the dark recesses of the dwindling forests. For example: Whisper has no concept of land ownership, rather he believes land belongs to nature itself. He is an aggressive, ambitious manifestation of nature’s patience and power, and is able to walk through the cities of man as easily as he can meditate in the glades of a verdant forest.

His emotional set consists of a phlegmatic disposition, generally unemotional and stolidly calm. Which usually leads to assumptions of a depressed, cynical man, but bitterness and hate has yet to taint his soul. He still has an optimistic view of the world, harbors idealistic dreams, and naively believes that people can be trusted. Whisper maintains no disillusion about the state the world is in, however. But it’s a testament to his integrity and nobility, how he has remained an honest and responsible person.

In combat, Whisper is: controlled, focused, steady, and conscientious of his surroundings. Every decision is made cautiously and pragmatically; he's vigilant in his efforts and never impulsive. He strives to apply the same manner of thinking to every facet of his life. This is why he doesn't interfere in every dispute and is content with watching until needed.

When it comes to Whisper's ability to handle sudden changes and disagreement, his open-mind enables a high degree of adaptability. Because of that, he's able to be tolerant and forgiving of ignorance; whether he's willing to, differs from scenario-to-scenario. But to avoid any interactions outside of his guardianship, he projects a rough, cold exterior. He even goes as far as exiling himself, which further lends to the mysterious lone wolf persona he has adopted. This facade is obviously a guise however, as evident in his altruistic behavior. Once his icy shell has been broken, his warm nature will shine through and the courteous, cultured individual with a unique sense of humor and charm will be revealed.[/i][/indent]

| A p p e a r a n c e : |
[indent][i]Amongst his people, Whisper is an abomination. His abnormal growth and muscle mass has corrupted the standard long, slender frame of the Vata'an into a hulking giant of 5'8" ft -- 5'11" when in armor -- with an astonishing weight of 200 lbs exactly. His monstrous body is wrapped in soft, earthy toned skin, like brown autumn leaves during fall. Coincidentally, there is further similarity between Whisper and leaves present within the linear patterns in his skin and the veins in a leaf. These lines form intricate designs that cover his entire body, converging at a single point to form a strange symbol on the back of his neck. Though you would never know it, for the symbol is always obscured by dreaded locks of brown hair, which fall just passed his shoulder blades. His face has long since been a victim plagued by these obstructions. Often, stray, rampaging lochs will seek to interrupt the world seen through Whisper's deep brown eyes, which discern that he has seen much more than his youthful features let on. This fact is reassured after hearing his voice that is filled with the certainty of knowingness from experiences passed.[/i][/indent]

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[h3]Combat Reports[/h3]
[sub]From detailed reports and completed files[/sub]

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| S h a p i n g : |
[indent][i][u]Plant Shaping[/u]: Master of Plant Shaping, Whisper almost embodies the deep and ancient secrets of nature itself. This confers the following benefits: becoming one with nature and attaining knowledge of the surrounding territory. Quickly gaining knowledge of as many as three facts from among the following subjects: the ground or terrain, plants, minerals, bodies of water, people, general animal population, presence of woodland creatures, presence of powerful unnatural creatures, or even the general state of the natural setting.

Utilizing this skill also allows Whisper to commune with nature as a supernatural ability usable at will. This means he gains the constant ability to manipulate nature, causing plants to grow wildly and diminish drastically at his command, it is a testament to his mastery over the form.[/i][/indent]

[indent][i][u]Healing[/u]: Just as Whisper mastered the art of shaping plants, he also mastered the art of healing, taking it hand in hand with nature.[/i][/indent]
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[i][list][*][u][url=http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg94/hesoicy/UC2928OrcristMontagesm.jpg]Gaia's Defenders[/url][/u]: Many, many, years ago... Whisper bought this pair of swords from a traveling trader, who swore Whisper would never lay his eyes, let alone his hands on a better weapon. The trader called them, Gaia's Defender, which he thought was another marketing ploy to target the high concentration of rangers and elves in the area. But true enough, the weapons were superior in their creation. Not once have the blades ever failed him in combat. Aside from reinforcing them to ensure its effectiveness, Whisper hasn't made a single modification.

Whisper still uses these blades as his primary weapon. Their name coincides with his occupation, making them very befitting for his ownership. At all times they are firmly placed in a custom sheathe that is also part of his armor: one is located on the left side of his back while the other is strapped to his left hip.[/list]
[list][*][url=http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg94/hesoicy/Living_Shortbow_concept_art.jpg][u]Sacred Root[/u]:[/url]This was a gift bestowed upon Whisper by a fellow Plant Shaping Master for his impressive bravery and numerous feats accomplished. Once manifested, the Sacred Root is no different than your average bow. What’s remarkable, is how the bow itself comes to life, literally. By taking a twig or any stick, branch, or tree root; Whisper can turn that ordinary piece of timber into a fully fledged bow. He can then choose to discard the weapon and pick up a new one when convenient, however if chooses to keep the same weapon, nurture and caring for it, will make it stronger and more lethal. 

The Sacred Root still has a long way to go and could go through many metamorphoses depending on how Whisper treats it. But, manifesting isn't the only thing the Sacred Root can do. It can also be concealed, by changing into a simple vine that wraps around Whisper's arm. Or it can be planted and become full grown tree of whatever species it may be. The Sacred Root can also produce unique arrow types, three of which Whisper is aware of:

[sub]Poison: An arrow once shot, can deliver poisonous venom which can kill a man in minutes if the arrow is not removed immediately; effects vary.
Growth: An arrow once shot, instantly grows and wraps around the target on impact. 
Splinter: An arrow once shot, breaks apart into numerous, sharp fragments that are capable of penetrating leather and some weak iron armor.[/sub][/list]
[list][*][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/4b/bb/ca4bbb045dfc69534bff8dc98c40a191.jpg][u]Avatar of Braniel[/u][/url]: Despite being his armor, it’s also a costume designed to resemble Braniel, the god of nature's avatars. Who are fae creatures tasked with protecting nature and all wildlife. Taking on such an identity is perfect for his occupation and being recognized as a friendly presence. In addition to being a disguise and armored protection, it is also a highly capable ghillie suit composed of wood and leaves from an especially dense tree. When paired with Whisper's magic, it can take on the appearance of any terrain.

When it comes to clothing, Whisper dresses for the occasion and keeps things simple. His outfits are often made from furs or other fabrics acquired from animals. When not armored, he will wear a simple leather vest with cloth trousers, and a light or heavy fur cloak depending on weather.[/list]
[list][*][url=http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg94/hesoicy/nori_tominaga_JonRushCourseKnife_003.jpg][u]Gurkha Blade[/u][/url]: This is a curved knife, similar to the machete, used as both a tool and as a weapon. It is symbolic amongst those of it origin, when used as a weapon, signifying the courage and valor of the bearer in the battlefield. The blade's distinctive forward drop is intended to aid the cutting action by having the edge maintain an angle (rather like a guillotine) rather than just have a straight edge at right angles to the target, this angle provides a more "slicing" action similar to a draw-cut with a machete or saber. The Gurkha Blade is effective as both a chopping and a slashing weapon. In combat, it is used in two different styles: stabbing with the point, slashing or chopping with the edge. Because the blade bends towards the opponent, the user need not angle the wrist, which makes the Gurkha Blade more comfortable as a stabbing weapon than other straight-bladed knives. Its heavy blade enables the user to inflict deep wounds and to cut through muscle and bone. As a tool, its use has varied from building, clearing, chopping firewood, and digging to cutting meat and vegetables, skinning animals, and opening tins.[/list]
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