Post by lloyd on Sept 6, 2014 0:52:15 GMT -5
Bilkin Doarat
Race: Human
(Variant, if possible)
Age: 29
Class: Warlock
Appearance:
Dressed in once well-kept deep green robes that now have creases, Bilkin’s hair is an unkempt mess that already shows signs of graying. His eyes dart from page to page as he flips through someone’s work, two small towers of tomes on either side of him, the left one signifying books yet to be read, and the right one books already read. Momentarily, his intense eyes give away a moment of exultation, he shuts the tome, revealing it to be Ideas on the Hypothetical Denizens of the Far Realm, puts it in a small sack with two others he quickly picks out of the right-hand tower, and heads to the librarian to check them out. Unconsiously, he scratches feverishly at a spot behind his left ear, sniffs, and walks up to the librarian, and in a polite, hushed tone, tells her the books he is taking. They exchange pleasantries, and he walks out, scratches behind his ear again, and disappears in the crowd.
Background: Sage (Discredited Academic)
Discredited for the obsessive research of the Far Realm in favor of the research he was doing for the academy, Bilkin is a brilliant mind working on a mystery his friend left him, via a note in his dead grasp. It read, “He Who Whispers and Hungers Did Not Deem Me Worthy; He Will Bestow Infinite Knowledge and Deep Kept Secrets to Those Who Seek Them. He Will Gui”, and the note cut off there, a massive splotch of ink where, evidently, Llewyn’s hand stopped writing. Since, Bilkin has abandoned his research for the academy in favor of research on the Far Realm that his friend Llewyn died trying to reach. He moved from town to town, until he reached Blackdawn City, where he buried himself in its vast archives. After months of coming in there when it opened and leaving only at closure, one day, the librarian heard a horrendous scream come from deep within the library. Bilkin was lying on the floor, eyes looking wider than possible, darting from one point to the next with a dizzying quickness, his hands clawing at his ears as thousands of whispers echoed through his mind, gibberish coming out of his own mouth. A pile of books surrounded him, and one stained, tattered journal was open near him, its pages blank, but being flipped by some invisible force at impossible speeds. By the time the guards arrived, Bilkin was unconscious, and the journal was nowhere to be seen. The librarian visited him in his shoddy room to check on him regularly, and they became friends. Her name was Tala. She brought him food, and made sure he slept and recovered from his ordeal. However, though Bilkin took a liking to Tala, the whispers never stopped, and some deep undertone kept repeating the same thing over and over, as if making a request. Though he was occupied flipping through the now-filled pages of the tattered journal, deciphering the mad contents within, he noticed Tala stopped visiting him. He went to the library, and she was not there. He asked around, and only one thing was certain; Tala was missing.
Mannerisms: Scratches behind left ear when thinking, which is often.
Bond: I have an ancient text that holds terrible secrets that must not fall into the wrong hands.
Flaw: I am easily distracted by the promise of information relevant to my interests (Far Realm)
Ideal: Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. (Chaotic)
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=26757
NOTE: I built him with the impression that 15 is the highest score possible before racial and other modifiers. If that is not the case and 15 is the highest possible, I will review him.
Race: Human
(Variant, if possible)
Age: 29
Class: Warlock
Appearance:
Dressed in once well-kept deep green robes that now have creases, Bilkin’s hair is an unkempt mess that already shows signs of graying. His eyes dart from page to page as he flips through someone’s work, two small towers of tomes on either side of him, the left one signifying books yet to be read, and the right one books already read. Momentarily, his intense eyes give away a moment of exultation, he shuts the tome, revealing it to be Ideas on the Hypothetical Denizens of the Far Realm, puts it in a small sack with two others he quickly picks out of the right-hand tower, and heads to the librarian to check them out. Unconsiously, he scratches feverishly at a spot behind his left ear, sniffs, and walks up to the librarian, and in a polite, hushed tone, tells her the books he is taking. They exchange pleasantries, and he walks out, scratches behind his ear again, and disappears in the crowd.
Background: Sage (Discredited Academic)
Discredited for the obsessive research of the Far Realm in favor of the research he was doing for the academy, Bilkin is a brilliant mind working on a mystery his friend left him, via a note in his dead grasp. It read, “He Who Whispers and Hungers Did Not Deem Me Worthy; He Will Bestow Infinite Knowledge and Deep Kept Secrets to Those Who Seek Them. He Will Gui”, and the note cut off there, a massive splotch of ink where, evidently, Llewyn’s hand stopped writing. Since, Bilkin has abandoned his research for the academy in favor of research on the Far Realm that his friend Llewyn died trying to reach. He moved from town to town, until he reached Blackdawn City, where he buried himself in its vast archives. After months of coming in there when it opened and leaving only at closure, one day, the librarian heard a horrendous scream come from deep within the library. Bilkin was lying on the floor, eyes looking wider than possible, darting from one point to the next with a dizzying quickness, his hands clawing at his ears as thousands of whispers echoed through his mind, gibberish coming out of his own mouth. A pile of books surrounded him, and one stained, tattered journal was open near him, its pages blank, but being flipped by some invisible force at impossible speeds. By the time the guards arrived, Bilkin was unconscious, and the journal was nowhere to be seen. The librarian visited him in his shoddy room to check on him regularly, and they became friends. Her name was Tala. She brought him food, and made sure he slept and recovered from his ordeal. However, though Bilkin took a liking to Tala, the whispers never stopped, and some deep undertone kept repeating the same thing over and over, as if making a request. Though he was occupied flipping through the now-filled pages of the tattered journal, deciphering the mad contents within, he noticed Tala stopped visiting him. He went to the library, and she was not there. He asked around, and only one thing was certain; Tala was missing.
Mannerisms: Scratches behind left ear when thinking, which is often.
Bond: I have an ancient text that holds terrible secrets that must not fall into the wrong hands.
Flaw: I am easily distracted by the promise of information relevant to my interests (Far Realm)
Ideal: Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. (Chaotic)
www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=26757
NOTE: I built him with the impression that 15 is the highest score possible before racial and other modifiers. If that is not the case and 15 is the highest possible, I will review him.
