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Welcome to Havenwood

Updated my CS in the CS section to have a theme. Might not have linked it correctly as I think there is a way to do it so it doesn’t take you to YouTube. Am at work so I’ll work on it when I can get to my computer and not my cell.

Instrumental just feels more right for a scary/ eerie theme.

Welcome to Havenwood

Doing me an excite as this thing builds.

Welcome to Havenwood

Michael Huether

Name: Michael Huether
Age: 36
Occupation: Furniture delivery/repair man.

Appearance: Standing at 5'10 Michael can be considered somewhat heavy-set with a pot belly. Though the nature of his job gives him nice arms and legs. His hair is copper brown. His eyes a dark hazel. He has a red mustache/goatee that is beginning to have strands of white in it. If he is working. He is always wearing a black polo with his company's logo on it and black cargo pants. If he's off it usually tends to be a random T-shirt with funny sayings or pictures on it and faded camo cargo pants. He is also wearing blue light glasses to help him see.

Personality: Michael is one to express confidence aloud in group settings but suffers from imposter syndrome when alone. He belittles himself a lot and never feels what he does is enough even when he is doing his best. While kind to others because he does not want people to feel the way he feels, he does not usually go out of his way to be friendly because he is introverted. Prefers to be alone, but because his job forces him to be with the public of Havenwood on a near daily basis he can fake being an extrovert for a bit. Is willing to take the lead in a situation if forced but would much rather be a follower.

Background: Michael has been in Havenwood for about twelve years. He moved down here when his grandfather grew ill and could no longer work. So, he moved into his grandparents' large old house and has been helping them since. His grandfather died three years ago and now it is just him and his grandmother whose health is declining despite her smiles. The house is thankfully paid for but some of it is in disrepair due to financial struggles. Michael repairs what he can when funds come up though. It always feels like two steps back for every step forward.

The Touch: Michael's grandfather Otto had always been a large bear of a man that worked for the Havenwood Lumber Company. Until he became unexpectedly sick. When Michael arrived, his grandfather had become a shell of man. Sickly thin with flaps of skin being the only evidence of all his muscles. His eyes forever twitching, searching for something he could not see. The night Otto died, he apologized to Michael but Michael didn't understand why he apologized. It was only after Otto breathed his last that Michael felt a strange heaviness descend upon him. It was like something was resting on his shoulders, but there was nothing he could do to remove this feeling. Checking in the mirror would come up with nothing strange. Now there are unexpected times where Michael could be alone in a room or in a crowded place and hear breathing behind his head but no one else seems to notice it. Occasionally if he is moving deep in thought, he will find himself heading to strange places and have to stop and move back to where he needs to. Randomly he can catch a glimpse of something in the mirror resting on his shoulders when the room is dark.

The feeling never fades. It doesn't matter if he is sleeping, working, sex, whatever. It never vanishes.

Weaknesses: Lacks confidence even if it's something he's done hundreds of times. Struggles with what he's going to do when his grandmother passes and is now alone in a house he can barely keep up. If you have ever heard the expression can make a mountain out of a mole hill? Michael can talk up anything in his head and make it twenty times worse. Feels like hes a slob even when he tries to be healthy and attempts to work out. His grandmother.

Motivations: Wants his Grandmother Joyce to enjoy what life she has left without having to worry about him or really anything. This forces him to constantly be working or trying to find odd jobs for more cash. Would love a newer car but will probably never buy one because it's a want and not a need. Will not leave Havenwood no matter what as long as his grandmother is alive. Feels he owes it to his grandparents to care for them.

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Welcome to Havenwood

I humbly present my character.

Michael Huether

Name: Michael Huether
Age: 36
Occupation: Furniture delivery/repair man.

Appearance: Standing at 5'10 Michael can be considered somewhat heavy-set with a pot belly. Though the nature of his job gives him nice arms and legs. His hair is copper brown. His eyes a dark hazel. He has a red mustache/goatee that is beginning to have strands of white in it. If he is working. He is always wearing a black polo with his company's logo on it and black cargo pants. If he's off it usually tends to be a random T-shirt with funny sayings or pictures on it and faded camo cargo pants. He is also wearing blue light glasses to help him see.

Personality: Michael is one to express confidence aloud in group settings but suffers from imposter syndrome when alone. He belittles himself a lot and never feels what he does is enough even when he is doing his best. While kind to others because he does not want people to feel the way he feels, he does not usually go out of his way to be friendly because he is introverted. Prefers to be alone, but because his job forces him to be with the public of Havenwood on a near daily basis he can fake being an extrovert for a bit. Is willing to take the lead in a situation if forced but would much rather be a follower.

Background: Michael has been in Havenwood for about twelve years. He moved down here when his grandfather grew ill and could no longer work. So, he moved into his grandparents' large old house and has been helping them since. His grandfather died three years ago and now it is just him and his grandmother whose health is declining despite her smiles. The house is thankfully paid for but some of it is in disrepair due to financial struggles. Michael repairs what he can when funds come up though. It always feels like two steps back for every step forward.

The Touch: Michael's grandfather Otto had always been a large bear of a man that worked for the Havenwood Lumber Company. Until he became unexpectedly sick. When Michael arrived, his grandfather had become a shell of man. Sickly thin with flaps of skin being the only evidence of all his muscles. His eyes forever twitching, searching for something he could not see. The night Otto died, he apologized to Michael but Michael didn't understand why he apologized. It was only after Otto breathed his last that Michael felt a strange heaviness descend upon him. It was like something was resting on his shoulders, but there was nothing he could do to remove this feeling. Checking in the mirror would come up with nothing strange. Now there are unexpected times where Michael could be alone in a room or in a crowded place and hear breathing behind his head but no one else seems to notice it. Occasionally if he is moving deep in thought, he will find himself heading to strange places and have to stop and move back to where he needs to. Randomly he can catch a glimpse of something in the mirror resting on his shoulders when the room is dark.

The feeling never fades. It doesn't matter if he is sleeping, working, sex, whatever. It never vanishes.

Weaknesses: Lacks confidence even if it's something he's done hundreds of times. Struggles with what he's going to do when his grandmother passes and is now alone in a house he can barely keep up. If you have ever heard the expression can make a mountain out of a mole hill? Michael can talk up anything in his head and make it twenty times worse. Feels like hes a slob even when he tries to be healthy and attempts to work out. His grandmother.

Motivations: Wants his Grandmother Joyce to enjoy what life she has left without having to worry about him or really anything. This forces him to constantly be working or trying to find odd jobs for more cash. Would love a newer car but will probably never buy one because it's a want and not a need. Will not leave Havenwood no matter what as long as his grandmother is alive. Feels he owes it to his grandparents to care for them.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I know I’m in 4th place but this is basically me.

Welcome to Havenwood

Color me interested.

Stay Awhile and Listen.

It's quite an amazing thing to see. These midnight black creatures that drift through the skies. To watch them is to think they are floating about. Whenever one of them flaps their wings, it somehow makes no noise. They can grow to be twice the size of a horse at maturity. They are like a mixture between a bat and a butterfly. It is because of these creatures that the world always kept lights burning in the hours that darkness falls.

They are not malicious, but you never want to be caught outside without a light source to keep them away. Whenever war happens, they flock to the bodies and any that are left out at the battle site will be gone the next day. It is like they are natures scavengers. Akin to the buzzards one sometimes sees cleaning up the dead here.

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The Storyteller continued his story as some of the patrons over on the other side of the tavern stood up and paid their tabs and thanked the Barkeep before leaving. As they left through the front door, more adventurers poured in. A constant back and forth of people leaving and entering. The Barkeep taking dirty glasses, refilling empty ones, and taking new customers orders. While some passed the bar and went straight to the old man spinning his yarn.

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There was once a whole town that was wiped out save for three households. The townsperson who was in charge of keeping the lanterns lit had a few too many drinks and forgot to refill the oil. So, as the town slumbered the lanterns began to extinguish one by one. The ones that survived the tragedy only did so because they had children that were scared of the dark and so had small candles lit for them that kept the Night Butterflies away.

One might wonder why the world did not take measures to wipe them out, but these creatures were as much a blessing as they were a curse. One time the world had a Pathworks portal open, and a massive force of Humanoid cat warriors swarmed in ready to conquer using the night as cover as they could see perfectly well in the darkness. The few scouts that had sneaked into the world prior to observe had been in the daytime and now they were totally caught unawares.

The humans only learned the next morning of this failed plan because they managed to find one of the Feline warriors stark raving mad that had tumbled into a small crevice that the Butterflies could not reach them.

Stay Awhile and Listen.

It was a rare instance where the Storyteller was not in the Stone Rose Tavern. He stood atop the stone wall that surrounded the city of Bradington. His hood was down, and his wild mane of hair and beard was blowing about in the wind as he took deep breaths. Each time he inhaled air it was like a blue ethereal light was pulled towards his open mouth. He was using an advanced form of mana breathing to greatly increase his mana pool.

It was not often that he liked to act anymore because he considered himself retired, but dire times called for drastic measures. His hands were raised as the mana continued to swirl around him like a whirlpool. His hazel eyes had lost their color and were replaced by an azure blue glow. In front of the town were retreating guards and adventurers as only a handful had decided to pay the ultimate price to slow down the advancing horde of corrupted demons, orcs, humans, dwarves, and other races that had been unfortunate enough to be in the way of this advancing madness.

His arms began to shake wildly as the mana began to become unstable as a ring on his left hand. A plain gold band began to have runes appear on it as the mana condensed even further, before the Storyteller whispered a single word as all the mana left his body.

"Consume."

Several of the soldiers that had been around him grabbed him as he faltered and kept him upright. They were in awe as everything in front of them as far as they could see was covered in raging blue fire. It was as if the very air itself was burning, as the fire rolled across the ground, rained down from the heavens, and lapped up everything. Even the demons that were normally born of fire could not withstand this strange inferno.

All was reduced to ash.

Even the stone wall they all stood upon was threatening to melt out from underneath them, but the shields that protected the town were hanging on for now.

"Rest now. Your nightmare is over." He whispered quietly to those that had decided to give their lives to make sure the corrupted beings did not get close to the city so that he could finish his spell.

Stay Awhile and Listen.

The Stone Rose Tavern was filled with glowing grinning Jack-o-lanterns as a cool breeze blew through the town. Autumn was in full swing, and the harvest of the crops was right around the corner. Some of the children of the town could be seen running around in colorful costumes and various masks. Many of them were laughing with glee as they ran about the town. Many of the adults who were blessed with mana were busy casting illusions of various creatures giving the children a fright.

The tavern was purposely dimly illuminated by candles as many of the patrons were being silent adding to the forlorn atmosphere the Barkeep was trying to instill as some of the children dressed as various creatures would wander into the tavern to get candy or other treats from the Barkeep and other patrons. The bear of a man chuckled sinisterly as his eyes darted to one corner of his establishment. Due to some minor magic it was pitch black, with only small blue stones casting enough light on the floor that the children would not crash into tables or trip over chairs.

In the center of the darkness was a figure that one could barely notice his outline. It was only brief seconds where his face was visible as the red embers glowed as he drew in a puff from his pipe. Drenching his face in a faint red light.

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There I was standing awake. Teetering on the brink of madness as the lack of sleep was quickly catching up to me. For the past two weeks I had been unable to sleep because of the figure I saw out my window. He would show up each night at 2 a.m. on the dot leaning up against my window. I could barely make out his features in the darkness. The wiry white beard, the callous eyes, the wrinkles on his face, those lifeless eyes. It spoke to me.

"Come on Magnus. Just let your old pa in." His deep voice echoing in the night. "I'm tired."

My hands were sweating and shaking in spite of brave face I was putting on as the fire magic crackled around my fingers. Sometimes I wondered if it really could not get in or if it was the threat of my magic that kept it outside. I ignored its words as it began to repeat itself as my silence was its only answer. I could hear the gentle snoring coming from the second floor even before it came into view.

The intense shiver of terror that ran up my spine that first night as I had unlatched the window the first night and had been mere seconds away from pulling the window open when my dad had snorted in his sleep bringing my attention to this not being right. Just recalling it made me swallow as my eyes focused on the thing outside the window.

"You are not my dad! He's asleep in the other room!"

The things expression, My father's expression soured as it slowed backed away from the window before staggering towards the woods.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I like to imagine sand slimes have to be washed a crazy amount otherwise you will always get a mouthful of dirt.