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Name: Doverick Diathus 
Age: 15
Allegiance: Chaos 
Personality: 
Dovverick often tries to be very often putting in some manner or another to those whom he first encounters. Trying to keep them away with some rather rude remark or sign of aggression and maybe even cruelty if Dovverick can attempt to stomach it. Unless there is something he particularly wants or needs for the person but even them sarcasm is often to slip through. Despite this there is a want to be surrounded with or be around social groups almost and empowerment in it that Dovverick rather pushes away from as to not attach to these people. It seems more like a basic urge to want to grow into larger social groups and perhaps even find a leader of some sort. Dovverick also tends to worry perhaps overly so when it comes to an injured person that may be considered rather close to them. Often overreacting in some manner or another and of course trying to help them as quickly as possible. There is another minor quirk of his rarely surface. Dovverick may try and search for a deeper meaning or interpretation of things to perhaps see a different view or method or how it can be applied though this doesn’t necessarily mean he’s successful, just occasionally ponders over such. 
Species: Beastfolk Hyena
Immortal Type: Geomantic
City of Origin: Lemuria
Magic Source: Ambient 
Magic Type:  Mysticism
Spells: 
Sphere of Magic: Earth Focused
Barrier of Earth- Creates a barrier made out of earth
Delay death- Slows down the effects of dying
Move through Earth- Moving through earth such as disappearing into it and going to an underground cavern, or going into the side a plateu and ending up toward the top some time later having moved through the earth
Earth Spike-Causes a spike of earth to rise up from the ground suddenly
Healing
Sense & Read
Ley Line: Travel

Main Skills: Sewing, Scribing, 
Secondary Skills: Monetary dealings
Equipment: knap sack,sewing kit, bandages, scrolls, ink bottle, scroll of pedigree being marked as Mahtab’s son and wooden bead necklace
Backstory: 
Doverick was born in a way or rather created from messing with the genetics and structure of hyenas. He was rather genetically engineered from a batch of a dozen other very young hyena beastfolk at the time on Noble’s Island. Make no mistake that place was not his home or physically born there as he was recreated. Soon afterward those that had recreated Doverick to their liking began running simple tests. The first few tests were those of intelligence and sentience even such as sorting objects in particular manners from color to size, solving certain puzzles to later on adapting language and conversing. It seemed Doverick was a success in that category and received very little punishments which were given to those who failed the mental tests. The next were the physical tests such as being able to walk upon two legs, lifting objects and even trying to use the other senses such as smell and hearing to be quite acute. It was hear that Doverick’s skills were rather lacking beyond that of being able to stand and walk about (which was still rather a difficult accomplishment and often his legs wobbled). For such he was punished even more severely and was planned to undertake ‘harsher’ experimentation to achieve a better physical prowess. 
Luck for Doverick a Mystic Witch named Mahtab had rather took interest in hum. Instead convincing those that were running the experiments to give Doverick over in exchange for payment and claiming to share information on Doverick’s increasing intelligence in her care and teaching. They reluctantly agreed and released Doverick to Mahtab. She soon named him what he is today and returned to a home in Lemuria. Upon reaching home Mahtab rather began raising Doverick and teaching him basic commands and things to help with around the home and other small tasks. Some of these were rather hard to follow at first which is why Doverick’s language skill needed to be worked upon. He was to practice reading, writing and speaking constantly often through the small tasks given such as scribing down whatever Mahtab asked, reading various letters to her and so on and so forth. Some of the other tasks he recalls and was rather rapidly improving at was sewing back together pieces of cloth that had been torn on Mahtab’s days out of the house, and keep track of some of the finances as he grew older. Along the way he would often try and practice to achieve some of Mahtab’s feats, most of which were seeming to heal impossible injuries seemingly by willing it to occur.
Around the age of twelve or so was when things had started heading downhill. Mahtab was dying from a large blade wound through her stomach and was not able to focus on healing it through the pain. Doverick was at first sent into a panic a question whom had done this but Mahtab refused to answer that question. It had rather been one hired from those who had created Doverick  years ago, for not sharing the experiments and progress of Doverick and not following through with some crueler requests sent over by letter which were burned long before Doverrick could even read them. Doverrick was rather crazy for a time trying what he could to heal her and paying those who were healers to help try and help as well but driving the both of them into poverty. The healers had rather effectively extended Mahtab’s life for a couple of years but only had slowed it. Doverrick had oddly been successful in delaying Mahtab’s death in his own effort for days having not slept at all and nearly draining upon power that he had not known was available to him. Doverrick even tried tapping into the power of the earth itself to heal her and the wound was sealed but disease and infection had long been decaying Mahtab from the inside. Mahtab’s last words were: “Goodnight my sweet, Diathus. Death will only take me for a time.” 
Doverrick had failed her. There was, perhaps another chance however. A slight hope to perhaps try and bring her back from beyond death. Defying the laws of life and death to bring someone back into the current plain of existence as they were by his will and perhaps chaos as well. That is what he searches for.
Appearance: looking texture from a lack of proper grooming for a long amount of time.  His main fur coat color is a beaver brown, his under belly a desert sand brown and the various spots of his fur being a chocolate brown. His muzzle rather short and only seeming a few inches or so that seems to match up with his small and charcoal gray eyes that always looking tired. Some of his front teeth come down in a small overbite. The teeth seeming sharper than they actually are. 
	Dovverick has a rather slim and somewhat curvy body shape. Most of his body seems rather pole or straight down like except for around the waistline in which it curls outward.  The pole shape might be further enforced by his height, standing around 5’11” or so. Dovverick’s legs appear to have some more meat to them than the rest of him. As for clothing he mostly adorns a long black skirt made out of linen and goes down to Doverick’s paws or feet and another piece of clothing that covers his chest but not his abdomen and appears rather ‘vest’ like in appearance. Both pieces of clothing have small cuts here and there but are otherwise fine. Dovverick tends to prefer loose and comfortable clothing with some style or soft fabric with it.

It seems while Randy was simply being carried around and placed around he was becoming more conscious of that fact. Also he was becoming more conscious of the fact that it seemed multiple people were worrying about his current health. Which was to a degree pleasing but honestly it was assumed that taking some time to lie down or be propped up against a wall or structure of some sort would be enough. Especially so if those potions were working, perhaps Randy simply needed a minute or two of standing around to tell.

It seemed another began to approach Randy. Being stared at and observed again was oddly a bit worrying, did he look that bad? Was there something that he could not particularly point out that was wrong with him? It just seemed like his legs were weak at the moment to him and that he had some trouble with nausea earlier but neither of those things seemed something to be suspected considering the events that occurred. The following of seeing the other cut into themselves in order to plant a seed of some sort, was making it rather worse. The nausea definitely returned along with some light headiness. It was a mixture interesting to somewhat horrifying to see a vine appear out of the wound and a fruit come out of it. He had to make sure to cover his mouth with his right hand and have that arm wrap around the wrench to hold it.

Randy rather tried to grab the fruit with his free left hand. Briefly amazed by the display of what was going on. It seemed rather rude to not accept it but eating it was something else entirely. Randy tried rather quickly gesturing with his right hand in a rather sloppy manner a thumbs up in acceptance, and holding up an index finger to suggest waiting before covering his mouth again. If he could Randy would rather try and sprawl out on the floor or ground for a moment to not be such a bother and to rather relax for a moment.

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