The Otter, The Creature, Orm Les, and many other forgotten names of various stolen identities.𝔸𝕘𝕖:
Changeling, but appears most often as an otter.𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣:
Spy and thief. Also known to take on other odd tasks, often delivering items for all sorts of folk or speaking to certain individuals on the behalf of others.𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥:
While standing a tad taller than most actual otters, Soot is otherwise very much the same in every other way. No strangely detailed muscles, no longer arms or legs, not a more human-like face.𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤:
Black and beady, as one would expect.ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣:
Although not technically his hair, Soot has dark brown and light grey fur.𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖:
Most of the otter’s fur is dark brown, with the exception of a lighter grey covering the bottom half of his face, his chest and his stomach.𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:
None, at least as an otter.ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖:
Soot has never been one to dress fancifully. He prefers more simple clothes, often opting for dark leathers and cheap tunics. When called for, he can be seen carrying a rather nasty-looking spear that’s about the same height as he is.
Sly * Secretive * Sociable * Professional * Independant * Petulantℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤:
Always a victim of his profession and his shapeshifting abilities, Soot has never been able to form any sort of meaningful bonds with other people. He has business associates, clients and the like - nothing more.ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:What first impression do you make?
“As an otter, people find me absolutely adorable - and approachable. People love
petting me, they love
feeding me. They just love me. But they’re not that keen on the whole talking thing. But that’s fine by me, I don’t need the sort of people who find oddities off-putting. The sort that stick around and chat, those are my sort.”What are you like in a high stress situation?
“I live for high stress situations. There’s nothing quite like the rush after performing a good heist, pulling the entire thing off without a hitch. But I like to keep a good crew nearby in case things go sideways. I know how to fight, but someone my size is better off staying away from fights. Leave those matters to the professionals. Or the nearest drunkards looking to make a fast coin.”What are your best and worst qualities?
“I can turn into anyone I want to turn into. With some limitations. I’m adept at skulduggery and general thievery. I can get around places without being noticed, or I can be noticed better than anyone else - depends on the job. I wouldn’t say I have any bad qualities, but I guess if I had to pick something, I’d say it’s unfortunate my shapeshifting is limited by my height.”What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
“I’ve never killed a person. It’s not my place to kill anyone. But sometimes, people in my line of work - which is very multifaceted - are required to kill. Not just kill, but murder. I have many times been hired to murder a mark, and I have accepted the job. I refuse to indulge what happens to these people, but I’ve never killed someone - and no one will ever find out.”What are your dreams?
“To make the world a better place.”How do you want to be seen by others?
“I’ve spent most of my life as an otter because I wanted people to find me more approachable. So I guess that’s how I want to be seen. Approachable.”How do you see yourself?
“I think I’m pretty great. Sure, when normal people find out what I do for a living, they don’t always get that what I’m doing is for the betterment of everything. But I know. I know what I do helps everyone. And I mean everyone
. I don’t need them to get that. I just need them to appreciate the good that they’re given, when it’s given.”Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
“It depends on the situation. I prefer to know everything about a situation before I involve myself in it, but sometimes I’m not given that luxury. I believe that given time, I can make the best of the worst situations. But sometimes you have to make the easy call.”What haunts you?
“I don’t really get to make a lot of genuine friends. But I once did. He was a mark. I had to convince him I was his friend, and I did become his friend. We were supposed to steal some item from an elven lord, of some kind. Except we weren’t. My friend knew things he wasn’t supposed to, so I had to sell him out. Told the authorities everything necessary to have him arrested. I don’t know what happened to him, but I miss having a friend.”What is your philosophy on life?
“Do whatever you can to make the world better. It’s not that difficult.”ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
- Lying about his actual identity.
- Climbing on things to look taller, sometimes people.
- Improving on his lockpicking.
- Regular fishing.
- Spending time with locals.
- Having his identity revealed.
- Being made obsolete.
- Getting too attached to someone or something.
- Fighting just about anything that’s wild and/or unnatural.
- Doing his job.
- Fishing, be it with spear or rod.
- Learning things that might be useful in his line of work.
- Selfish people.
- Anyone that dislikes him.
- An unfinished job.
- Being lazy.
- Uneventful days.
- Easily approachable, due to being a cute otter.
- Good at extracting information through simple chatter.
- Highly adaptable, being able to make quick calls on the fly.
- Soot is an excellent liar, and generally excellent at talking. He can talk his way into and out of most situations.
- Fishing - both spear and rod.
- Highly connected. Has substantial connections with people in both high, low and somewhere in-between places.
- Being excellent at all sorts of skulduggery, Soot can pick any pocket and lock, and sneak into heavily fortified places. Being an otter helps with the latter part.
- Probably the best at handling a spear out of all otters out there. Prefers not to use it, often even leaving his spear out of most jobs he’s handed just to make sure he doesn’t use it lethally.
- Shapeshifting. While the changeling is limited to certain species and creatures due to his short stature, it doesn’t change the fact that he makes for a very convincing whatever-he-has-to-be.
- A short spear - not always on his person.
- Lockpicking tools.
- A collapsible fishing rod - also not always on his person.
- Grappling hook, with accompanying rope.
- Clothes fit for an otter, often hooded.
Soot wasn’t always called Soot. He was born to an impoverished family, luckily with no siblings to hog the food, in some no-name village in the north-eastern part of the continent. He lived a very dull life, kept hidden and away from the townspeople of the village, until he had grown as much as he could by his early teen years - just over three feet tall. Something of an oddity. So once he’d started to get a handle of his abilities, his parents presented him as a halfling friend to anyone who asked, not as their child.
Before he’d even turned twenty, Soot decided to set out into the world. Home had stopped feeling like home, his parents had stopped feeling like his parents, and friends were difficult to make when he didn’t truly feel like part of the community. The changeling packed his essentials and went off, traveling all over the northern regions and picking up the occasional useful skill here and there.
Around his mid-twenties, Soot had come to realise that he still had nowhere to belong. He’d been changing appearances all throughout his travels and never settled down in any one place. Eventually he decided to embrace a different sort of persona, something that would not only remind himself of his constant displacement within any community he passed through, but also made it very apparent to anyone that saw him. He adopted the identity of a cute, albeit somewhat taller than normal otter - along with the name Soot, due to the colour on his chest and face.
The rather unique persona started grabbing the attention of some strange individuals, some of them good-intentioned and some of them a little less so - but all of them very intimidating. It was during the conversations with these individuals that the otter found an appreciation for the world, and the will to help it. While not all tasks he did for these clients
of his were entirely savoury, he found it all to be entirely necessary to make changes.
Some years later, Soot finds himself less sought-out by his usual clientele. At this point, everyone of note knows of the stealthy otter that can slink his way into whatever he needs to get into. There are even some who aren’t very keen on the thought of him being alive still, but they always find themselves coming shorthanded whenever an attempt is made at his life. At this point, Soot’s life is a long-running chain of odd jobs for just about anyone asking, making ends meet for himself as he continues to aimlessly wander through this world….
Make the world a better place, no matter what it takes.