[hider=Rohan] [hr][color=298e25][CENTER][sup][h1][b][center] [sub][color=black]Rohan[/color] [color=298e25]Rohan[/color][/sub][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=298e25][sup][i]"I'll figure things out. I always do."[/i][/sup][hr][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=298e25]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0ecf5e19-f0ee-47cf-869e-58aa9f613cc3.png[/img] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][/center] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y[/color] [color=298e25]C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=white][indent] [/indent][/COLOR] [center] [sub][b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Creative[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Jumpy[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Calculated[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Friendly[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Thoughtful[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=298e25]Exhausted[/COLOR] [b]|[/b][/sub][/center] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=298e25]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [color=298e25] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=298e25] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Character Info[/b][/color] [color=298e25]Full Name:[/color] [s]Jiro Tadashi[/s] N/A [color=298e25]Aliases:[/color] Rohan [color=298e25]Birth Place:[/color] Japan [color=298e25]Age:[/color] 19 [color=298e25]Birthday:[/color] October 9th [color=298e25]Gender:[/color] Male [color=298e25]Pronouns:[/color] He/Him [color=298e25]Sexuality:[/color] Unknown [color=298e25]Build:[/color] Skinny [color=298e25]Body Modifications:[/color] Petrified wood around his ribs and chest. [color=298e25]Habits:[/color] Staring at trees, hoarding tools. [color=298e25]Hobbies:[/color] Camping, woodcarving, reading. [color=298e25]Social Handle:[/color] treewizard [color=298e25]Medical History:[/color] Magically induced seasonal hypersomnia and insomnia. During most of the year, Rohan physically cannot fall asleep. During winter, he has a difficult time staying [i]awake.[/i] Rohan doesn’t have blood running through his veins. He has tree sap. [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Fears[/b][/color] Wildfires Loss of humanity Heights [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Toxic Traits[/b][/color] Vindictive Conniving [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Likes[/b][/color] Coffee Early mornings Hiking Quiet Nature Dogs [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Dislikes[/b][/color] Sudden noises Fires Snow Monsters Deforestation Violence [/color] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=298e25]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=298e25] M A G I C & S K I L L S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Magic[/b][/color] [i]Source[/i]: Cursed by a malevolent spirit known as Namiki. [i]Type[/i]: Natural Artifice. Rohan channels his curse into natural materials derived from a tree to create magical items. [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Grimoire[/b][/color] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0198541f-4726-761d-b8e2-d026c9d07ad5.webp]Find Familiar:[/url] Rohan's familiar is a wooden owl that springs to life from a small charm, named Root. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/05b8f565-e7da-4e9d-a67d-0068540f6927.png]Mountain Scepter:[/url] A walking staff made of rowan wood, which staves off malignant magical affects when used. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/13e8eafb-16bb-410e-98fe-16c969c97a51.png]Churchwarden's Seal:[/url] A ring of yew that provokes the undead when worn, drawing them in from nearby through an unspoken challenge. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01985428-27af-771b-955e-bb42d16efee7.webp]Wallbiter:[/url] Made from tembusu wood, arrows fired from this bow are quickly enchanted to [i]loudly[/i] break through magical barriers. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0198542e-5414-7451-845e-2f05120c385f.webp]Spirit Hallows:[/url] Containers made from oak that can bind an immaterial entity within, when its image is carved into the side. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0198542e-5414-7451-845e-2f05120c385f.webp]Mask of Other Things:[/url] A mask made from ritually purified bog wood, that lets its wearer see mystical forces that are not normally visible. [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01985438-4051-7086-803e-0e1bed1133da.webp]Flamepitch:[/url] Tree sap suffused with cursed magic for three days and three nights, which causes it to burn demonic things as if they were struck with burning napalm. [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Skills[/b][/color] limit 10 total points - things such as video editing and boxing go here, list them out Outdoor Living +2 Stealth +2 Bladed Weapon Fighting +2 Archery +2 Mundane First Aid +2 [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Languages[/b][/color] English and Japanese [color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Possessions[/b][/color] [list] [*]Phone [*]Earbuds [*]Journal with a pen clipped to the front [*]Old knife [*]Multitool [*]Flip lighter [*]Cord bracelet [*]Pouch filled with roasted cashews [*]One-handed longsword, from Connie [*]Metal water bottle [/list] [/color][/sup][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P O S T C A T A L O G[/color] [color=298e25]P O S T C A T A L O G[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=298e25] P O S T I N G N O T E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [color=white][color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Relationship Notes[/b][/color] Note/Link Note/Link[/color] [color=white][color=298e25][b]►[/b] [b]Important Posts[/b][/color] Note/Link Note/Link[/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT] [/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR][hr][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y[/color] [color=298e25]C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/center] [hider=]Once upon a time, there was a kid named Jiro Tadashi. He lived in the countryside of Japan where people were superstitious to a fault, and for good reason. Just over a hill and down a long road, their town led into a place they called the Forest of Ghosts. From a young age as a kid, they always told him to never cross the hill, and that if he really had to for some reason, to only ever do so at midday. Not morning, not evening. Only when the sun was highest over his head. The elders of his village told Jiro that if he ever walked into those woods, no one would look for him. They’d just assume he was dead. One day, he started hearing whispers and odd noises past the hill, and so the young boy snuck out in the middle of the night. He went into the Forest of Ghosts. He set foot in a place where none should go, and the second he turned around, he was lost. The forest had him, and those odd whispers became a laughter. A rabbit ran along the forest floor and stopped to stand on its back legs, and it stared at Jiro. Flowers bent themselves into crooked shapes to slow him down. Moss crept closer when he wasn’t looking, and every time he stopped to get his bearings, he could’ve sworn the trees were moving to follow him. That was when he realized his mistake. And it was too late. The longer he stayed in that place, the worse it got. In an hour, there were eyes forming out of the bark in the trees, and corpses started to emerge out of the forest floor to mock his decisions. Jiro walked for what felt like literal weeks, never finding the edge of that place, but always finding something else. He always found something [i]more[/i] to walk through and hide in, no matter how far he walked. The place defied logic, it was cursed and as far from natural as one could understand. The Forest of Ghosts seemed to be normal from the outside, but once you were in there, it was a whole other world. You could walk into a valley of beautiful flowers, and the second you touched one, they would grab you and drag you down beneath a mile of dirt. Even the animals that were otherwise prey watched Jiro with the intent to kill him, whispering and stalking him at every opportunity. Running for his life for so long that time stopped mattering, always looking over his shoulders to keep an eye on how much the trees moved and watching every last crease in the bark in case eyes started growing out of them changed the boy. There came a point when he started thinking like a prey animal more than he did a human being. He never slept more than minutes at a time, always moving again the moment he heard Namiki whispering on the winds. Jiro eventually got [i]good[/i] at living like this. He carried rocks and broke them into the shapes of spearheads, using them to gut the rabbits that smiled rictus grins at him. He gouged out the eyes in the grass, and bled them dry when he didn't trust river water to be [i]just[/i] water. Jiro packed his wounds full of moss that cackled quiet as a whisper when he wasn't looking, and tore out the throats of deer that tried to eat him alive, with nothing but his teeth. In time, he found his way to the very heart of the forest, following the whispers that made the birds go quiet. The woods got so deep that a cloudless midday sun couldn't light the ground up. With a torch made of twine and dead leaves, Jiro walked in and found the monster that had perverted this place. Namiki, the dead thing older than swords. Buried long before men invented firearms. A monster in the form of a tree, gaunt limbs, a face hewn out of bark and mired with lichen. He was a malevolent trickster, calcified by time and so much spite for the ones who imprisoned him in the woods, that it remained here. The one thing it couldn't control in this forest was fire, so Namiki [i]burned.[/i] And Jiro ran as he had run so many times since coming here. The fire spread in ways it shouldn't, turning the sky to grey and twisting over every rock and river running through the Forest of Ghosts. When the smoke became so thick that there was no more air to breathe, no matter how hard the boy ran, Jiro was swallowed up by it. It got inside his lungs and down into his soul, and it just wouldn't leave. It seeped into skin and left a void behind that life would spring from. Where [i]wrong things[/i] would inevitably originate. Namiki had his fun with Jiro, and now came the last laugh. He felt the last gasp of the flowers. He heard the screams coming from every root and blade of grass. He saw the falling tears of the leaves that would never feel the sun again. It was as if a monster had reached into the parts of Jiro that made him who he was, grabbed them, and [i]twisted.[/i] It distorted him, and something foundational to the human soul was left behind in that place. The change labelled Jiro an enemy of the natural world, by something that couldn’t be further from natural itself. Everywhere he went, if nature had more authority than man, everything from prey to the very grass would rise up to hunt him until his last breath. Even after he left the forest, things had changed at home. He found that no one recognized him at first. Some people seemed older. Not by much, but they had a few creases in their face that he didn’t remember, or their hair was a few shades lighter from age. When they realized he had set the forest ablaze, the people put two and two together and attacked him. [i]Viciously.[/i] Jiro didn’t stop moving for weeks, and he eventually found his way to the coast, where he decided he still had to keep going. He used a knife made from bones and rocks to carve trees and driftwood into a raft, and then found that the raft had something magical about it. He didn’t question it until he was floating across the Pacific Ocean, when only three days passed before he hit dry land. A teenager showed up to Strange Academy one day, covered in scars and smelling like blood and moss. He called himself Rohan, and nothing more. The boy demonstrated a magical gift for imbuing power into objects made from wood, and professed an interest in learning to hone that gift. In time, he eventually began researching curses and the tolls they took on mortal souls, hoping to find some measure of balance between it and his humanity. He still hasn’t found it. But he’s trying. [/hider] [/hider]