Doverrick continued to stare and look at the destruction that had been cause for a time. Having rather not seen the source of the said destruction in the first place. Perhaps it simply shined bright and passed on its destructive path rather quickly, whatever it was. He wanted to know exactly what it was in truth, having been underground and not having the chance to spot the darn creature or thing, whatever it was. It definitely had power, which alone was interesting enough and the display of it was indeed exciting to some degree or another. He had no the villagers’ doom or likely soon to be destruction as to find the source of the power and hopefully better his own.
He glanced back toward the path of which he was originally waking on but had taken a safer route. Briefly glancing or having though he had seen some other traveler or wander and the sight rather excited and brought some fear into him. Doverrick wanted to get the information and pass through rather quickly. Even the cold was not going to slow him down for too long.
Doverrick’s attention quickly snapped back to the two whom were conversating. One of them being an old goat or at least what the assumingly Alfar female called him. Doverrick would rather rush quickly over to them before sending a worried glance back toward the other traveler that was along the path. Rather rushing over to the two and the ley-line near them. “Yes, yes healing. I will be able to handle that if you do need it. If you would ever so kindly would not mind, mentioning exactly what had occurred to that pitiful small village not too far off yander.” He rather tried to come off as begging and perhaps a bit pleasant as there was something to be wanted here, information. Useful or interesting information at the least, that was needed to be obtained quickly before more competitors or trouble arrived.
As the night went on and others had gone off to rest, Randy would rather remain quite restless. He had managed to get himself standing back on two feet and was oddly rather proud of that feet despite it likely not to be fully contribute to him. Seeing as others, aid him by both bringing him here in the first place and also giving him some restorative agents such as potions and that fruit. The latter he had still not taken since the need for it seemed to be rather gone for the time being. Perhaps it was the potions or simply because Randy felt like doing stuff instead of lying around with more rest. He felt like he had plenty of that on the way here and lying about the floor only a few moments ago. If anything an excitement and energetic feeling was rather passing through him quite quickly. He had to go do something with that.
He began immediately working or trying to find things to work or do with this new found energy arising in the night. He began to try gather and scavenge bunch of random things that seemed appeared to be useful for possible repair, or fuel for a fire or anything that seemed to have use or in need of repair including tools if there was any to be found. He began humming along while cleaning the mallet he had with him against any spare cloth or rag if it could be found if not, his overalls would have to do. The thought of having goblin skull and brain upon the tool was a little sickening. The events of using the mallet today were somewhat exciting and a bit romanticized trying to glance over the death inflicted. Poets would have exaggerated the event as much as his daydreaming would, and that had been happening all day.
He looked about and tried to find something else of small entertainment to keep him focused instead of daydreaming. Perhaps a small music box that played a sweet tune or Romantic music would be a nice or some schematic for a later project to give interest and desire. If nothing of the sort could be found, he would rather set out to repairing or trying to better any piece of junk that was lying around or simply pointless tasks such as stacking objects on top of each other. Briefly imagining himself as poet. “The iron bent shaped” He began whispering and took a pause to come up with more words. “Composed is into a new shape…” He took another pause starting to struggle with the form. “is lost but pleasured.” He shrugged, it would do for now. It was, somewhat impressive to him. Despite its lack of expression, effort or beauty into it.
Time had flew on by. It seemed like the night was being lost. He quickly flopped onto the ground and lied there with his eyes closed in order to try and sleep. Sleep did not come, but a wakeup call did and that was soon followed by a nudge. Randy feigned pandiculation, rather poorly. He immediately stood up and tried to zone his attention back as to what was going on. It seemed he was rather having trouble, for a few seconds it felt like he had rather gone deaf except for a few tunes playing through his head. It was dismissed as himself zoning out briefly. He did, however manage to notice Hitori’s rather startled awakening. Randy rather, and somewhat oddly went after the other to try and calm them but that seemed a mistake from square one with his own conversational skill set. He would try to pat Hitori softly on the back and ask simply in a word “Nightmare?” rather quietly.
Doverrick huff and continued to explore onward the areas for a while. The chill weather of it, rather being quite uncomfortable to himself especially with the breeze blowing by and past. Well, less a breeze rather than a dangerous and blizzard like gale. If Doverrick had the coin or the material the outfit being adorned would be more than a simple single layered long skirt being blown about and forced back against his ankles. This weather was definitely not a welcoming for him and thus some internal cursing was being done to relieve it if only for a time.
According to some chatter and information obtained through a good ear and reading of other’s exploits in letter there was a ley-line somewhere around here and possibly so kind of owner of it. Doverrick had rather known very little about the said person but that was of no point really. If hopes he could try and use the ley-line for himself in order to held elsewhere to better himself and go further on his journey. The information as to where he should actually go or at least start would be rather valuable and perhaps to be begged out of some other traveler or someone nearby the ley-line. He had rather not thought to deeply about it before hand besides wanting to escape a feeling of nothingness for time, and now he was joining into the numbness of cold that ate away at him. The cold was growing more and more unbearable for a time so instead of standing out in it Dovverick rather aimed for another more comfortable option. He gathered together his thoughts and mind and drew in power from elsewhere forcing it to take form and effect. He soon was slipping into the ground and earth below, a few feet below the surface in order to make the rest of the travel. The direction in which to travel was simply straight ahead, was it not? He proceeded in the said direction at a rather slow pace as if attempting to wade or walk through water.
Doverrick rather felt or imagined that something had occurred or disturbed the ground in an shake like manner but dismissed such as he slowly carried onward. Taking only sometime and briefly breaks in between walking along. He took a moment of focus more and rather hesitantly began to arise out of the ground. Only a bit fearful for that there may be a disruption or attack of some sort on the surface but doubting such. He would rather surface from the ground lucking in the direction of a destroyed village and near at least two people. It seemed there was an attack of some sort as from what Doverrick overhead it seemed one of the others was glad that the other had survived it. The devastation left behind of a village rather pointed to some sort of attack as well, Doverrick was assuming. It was of no real concern to him was it? Although, whom or what had done it and was it possible to do such devastation so quickly, what power would be required for it and how could it be obtained? It may be, of used for even more chaotic or perhaps insane goals.. “Hrmph..” the hyena of sorts began to smirk, with hope.
A little, but don't worry I am going to try my best to get something up!
Edit: I hope that is sufficient. It seemed a bit of a long post for me since I was unsure of how to introduce/continue at the moment but hopefully it was good enough!
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.
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