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[h2]Z O S I M O S  B L A C K C O I L[/h2]
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[color=DBA901][sub]B A S I C S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]NAME[/color][/sub]
Zosimos Blackcoil

[sub][color=8d8d8d]AGE[/color][/sub]
44

[sub][color=8d8d8d]RACE[/color][/sub]
Tiefling

[sub][color=8d8d8d]CLASS[/color][/sub]
Warlock (Former Druid)

[sub][color=8d8d8d]OCCUPATION[/color][/sub]
Once a forest guardian of Havenloft, Zosimos now lives a reclusive life in the mountains of Torvelt. She tends to the sick and wounded that manage to find her in exchange for coin, but otherwise has no livelihood and instead lives off the land.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]ORIGINATES FROM[/color][/sub]
Havenloft

[sub][color=8d8d8d]IF OUTSIDE TORVELT[/color][/sub]
The sprawling, ancient forests of Havenloft outside of Torvelt.
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[color=DBA901][sub]P H Y S I C A L  A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION[/color][/sub]
Though once a true Tiefling beauty with porcelain-like skin, tumbling raven locks, invitingly plump dark ruby lips and a generous femine figure, Zosimos’s eerily blood red eyes and large black coiling horns, which give her a height of six foot, have always given her a slightly menacing air. From her Tiefling bloodline, not only did Zosimos inherit her horns but also her retractable claws and her pistris-like teeth. When they are ‘at ease’ they simply look like human nails which have been filed to a sharp point. A smile from her reveals pointier than usual teeth. There are in fact several rows of them, able to be bared and able to clamp down around something or someone viciously should she be attacked.

After the deal that made her a Warlock, the right side of Zosimos’s face was melted by Hellfire and her right eye blinded, giving it a milky sheen. Twisted pink and purple skin now cover was is left of that side of her once beautiful visage. 

Zosimos wears hardy dark robes and a black hooded cloak capable of  withstanding the weather of the Torvelt mountains and of concealing herself from prying eyes or those who might seek to hurt her. Her body is well muscled from and accustomed to surviving off the land with the bare minimum at her disposal.


[sub][color=8d8d8d]STRENGTHS[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Retractable claws and pistris-like teeth for close quarter combat
[*] Stamina
[*] Magic user
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAKNESSES[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Armed combat
[*] Inability to blend into crowds
[*] Depth perception is compromised (blind in one eye)
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[color=DBA901][sub]P S Y C H O L O G I C A L  A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PERSONALITY[/color][/sub]
Hardened - Defensive - Shrewd - Observant - Guileful - Astute - Private - Feeling

[sub][color=8d8d8d]SEXUALITY[/color][/sub]
Bisexual

[sub][color=8d8d8d]FEARS[/color][/sub]
- The limitations and differences in her Arcane magic from her Divine magic
- Rejection from even Torvelt
- Betrayal

[sub][color=8d8d8d]GOALS[/color][/sub]
- A peaceful life tending to the mountain forests of Torvelt
- To regain the ability to summon storms
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[color=DBA901][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]RETRACTABLE TEETH AND NAILS[/color][/sub]
Zosimos possesses feline-like nails that are tapered to a sharp point and can be used to claw at an attacker, delivery deep gashes. Her teeth, with several jagged rows hidden away behind the first, posses the ability to rip large chunks of flesh away from bone.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]SURVIVING OFF THE LAND[/color][/sub]
Knowledge of edible plants and herbal medicines coupled with experience living in unison alongside the natural world has enabled Zosimos to survive in the remote mountains of Torvelt for many years.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]CLIMBING AND RAPPELLING[/color][/sub]
Surviving in the steep, craggy mountains of Torvelt has meant adapting to the rocky, precipitous terrain. Zosimos is an adept and rapid mountaineer and is able to traverse the many peaks and chasms she encounters.
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[color=DBA901][sub]M A G I C[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]MINDFOG[/color][/sub]
A spell to cause confusion of the mind. The consciousness at the edges of your vision becomes blurry and tendrils of drowsiness start to seep in. Slowly the world becomes more addled and your purpose is forgotten. Your speech becomes slurred, your movements drunk, and your mind oh so weary. The closer Zosimos is to you, the more strength the spell has.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]SANANDUM[/color][/sub]
A spell of healing for both plants, animals and the many races of this world. Simple ailments and wounds can be healed with a short touch from her hands, but more grievous wounds where flesh needs to be sewn back together or bones set need longer and take a much more physical toll on Zosimos.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]ONTERPRINH[/color][/sub]
The ability to communicate with the natural world around her. While not 'word for word', Zosimos can sense the trials and tribulations of forest she resides in.
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[color=DBA901][sub]G E A R[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]ITEMS ON PERSON[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Black hooded cloak
[*] Strong rope
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAPONS[/color][/sub][list]
[*] A trailing point dagger
[*] [url=https://www.hellocosplay.com/media/product/228/final-fantasy-xv-cosplay-lunafreya-nox-fleuret-prop-1bc.jpg]A Warlock's staff to focus her magic[/url]
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[color=DBA901][sub]H I S T O R Y[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
Abandoned at birth in the dead of night in the ancient Havenloft forest, a newborn Zosimos survived until the dawn chorus that heralded the next morning broke. She was found by a small order of Druids who acted as peaceful guardians of the forest; tending to the land and the creatures that roamed it, and keeping the balance of nature in check. Zosimos grew up among these Druids and, in time, she too become one. She was granted magic by the Divine Beings of the natural world for her pious servitude: the ability to communicate with the creatures of the earth, the ability to heal, and the ability to summon storms. Zosimos found love in a paramour among her Druid brethren and was content in the peaceful existence she had for many years.

However, this happiness was not to last. Resources found far below the rich soil of Havenloft’s ancient forests were discovered by those who began to destroy large parts of the forest for their own greed and wealth. With parts of the forest burning, parts being blown to the heavens, mountains carved in two and the ecosystem that Zosimos had nurtured for so long dying before her very eyes, Zosimos defied the orders of her elders and sought to cleanse the land of those who sought to bring only destruction and pollution to it. Zosimos summoned up a terrible storm and wiped clean the forest of those who would have sought to harm it. The forest guardians, who followed strict pacifist principles, condemned the young Druid’s actions. After the Divine Beings stripped her of her powers as punishment, Zosimos was exiled from Havenloft by the Druid elders.

Tossed out from all she had ever known, Zosimos found it impossible to assimilate into any new community. Men who sought her out for her beauty were soon dealt a fate where her pistris-like teeth closed around their throats. Such was the violence of these killings, even though Zosimos pleaded they were dealt out in self-defence, that soon mobs assembled themselves to bring her to justice. Zosimos fled into the night, keeping off all roads and avoiding all towns. She lived off the land like she had as a Druid until she happened across a Warlock. He too noticed the Tiefling for her extraordinary beauty – but not in the way she first thought… Exhausted, terror-filled and desperate to once again regain her powers, Zosimos struck a bargain with him: her beauty in exchange for the return of her ability to conjure and control magic. 

What Zosimos was not to know was the terrible price she would have to pay. With the deal struck, the Warlock sealed it in blood. He conjured up Hellfire and burned the beauty right off of Zosimos’s face, scaring her horrifically. In the aftermath, where before unsavory people had been drawn to her to use her for their own pleasure or greed, now not a soul looked her in the eye. Her new appearance coupled with her Tiefling features struck fear in all of those who looked upon her. In this fear, danger appeared. Thinking she would harm them, any community Zosimos came across or tried to settle in ran her off. 

Thus, Zosimos chose to flee once again. Zosimos traveled to Torvelt and settled in its remote mountain forests. There she lived a quiet and very secluded life, honing her new Arcane magical abilities with the use of her Warlock’s staff and tending to the forest. Occasionally some of the forest’s inhabitants sought her out after hearing tales of her healing abilities, but it was very rare.

Zosimos had been caring for the mountain forests for almost a quarter of the century when she sensed a change in them. There was a staleness to the air, a sickness that permeated the skin of everything it touched. When the Fog fell upon her forest, the mountain tribes sought her out for those afflicted, but the Tiefling held no cure. It was from them she heard of the Prince’s own sickness and disappearance as well as the King’s decree. Zosimos had not intended to travel to Koprust to join the quest to retrieve the Prince, but the promise of a reward that she could name was too tantalising to dismiss. For many years the peoples of Torvelt had been encroaching on the mountains she called home, building more settlements and damaging the landscape as they spread. Zosimos set out for the capital with that hope that by finding the Prince, she could use her reward to protect her home.
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