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Onkun

Onkun is a young Satyr, born with horns and a naturally mischievous demeanor. Despite his demonic appearance, he was just like any other child, full of energy and curiosity about the world around him. Unfortunately, his early childhood was marked by a traumatic experience that would shape his future. When Onkun was just a few years old, he was captured by a group of humans who believed he was some sort of demon. They kept him imprisoned for months, subjecting him to cruel and inhumane treatment. During that time, Onkun learned to adapt and become more cunning, using his wits to stay alive. Eventually, he was able to escape and find his way back to the Satyr community where he grew up. However, his experiences had changed him forever. He became more wary of humans and developed a talent for scamming them out of their money or possessions. Onkun received a limited education from his Satyr brethren, focusing mostly on survival skills like hunting and gathering. However, he also had a natural talent for playing music and using his charm to get what he wanted. Onkun didn't have a specific mentor, but rather learned from different Satyrs who would teach him specialized skills or tricks of the trade. In the years that followed, Onkun developed a reputation among humans as a cunning trickster. He would often take advantage of their gullibility to prey on their greed or naivety. Although his actions were not always ethical, Onkun had developed his own sense of right and wrong that was shaped by his experiences. Onkun's current profession is that of a wandering bard, playing his flute and singing songs to entertain crowds and make some extra gold on the side. However, he never passes up an opportunity to pull a fast one on an unsuspecting human. Onkun's greatest fear is being imprisoned again, or worse, being hunted and killed by humans. He has seen firsthand how cruel and unforgiving they can be, and it has left him with a deep-seated distrust. Despite his mischievous nature, Onkun has a strong set of beliefs that guide him. He believes in living life to its fullest and enjoying every moment. He also believes in taking care of his own, protecting his fellow Satyrs and those who he considers to be his family. Onkun's biggest flaw is his tendency to be selfish and put his own needs above others. He can be manipulative and dishonest, using his charm to get what he wants without regard for the consequences. Onkun's favorite weapon is his wits. He believes that intelligence and cunning are more valuable than brute strength, and he uses his intellect to outsmart his opponents. Onkun's dream is to one day form his own community of Satyrs, where he can protect and provide for those who are like him. He imagines a place where they can live freely and without fear of persecution. The symbol that Onkun identifies with the most is the flute, which he uses to enchant his audience and bring joy to his listeners. Onkun is both blessed and cursed by his demonic appearance. It can be an asset in intimidating others, but it also makes him a target of persecution and fear. In the end, Onkun is a character shaped by his experiences and the struggles he has faced. Although he may not be perfect, he is true to himself and his own set of beliefs, and that is what makes him an intriguing and complex figure in the world of fantasy.
satyr
trickster
charlatan
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Aston Mitchel

Aston Mitchel, born and raised amidst the brackish tang of the sea, is bound to water not by choice, but by heritage. Descending from a lineage of sailors, seafarers, and shipbuilders, Aston hails from a family that has embraced the call of the waves for centuries. The Mitchel family is known more for their sea-bound exploits than their roots in coastal Cinque Port, their legacy merging with the tales of maritime folklore. Childhood played out between frothy breakers and salty sea sprays, while growing laughter and lingering dreams intertwined with the sighs of the sea. Here, young Aston learned the call of the gulls, the fishes' dance, and the secrets of the winds. The son of a respected captain, he spent his teenage years absorbing the salt-stiff lessons from the intricacies of knot work to the art of celestial navigation. But life was not all horizon-gazing and stargazing; early adulthood saw Aston wrestling the mighty waves of the Inner Sea as a young sailor in Her Majesty’s fleet. Years went by with time measured out in waves conquered and storms endured. Amidst the ocean's tumult, the wanderlust lurking in Aston’s heart began to take shape. Following years at sea, Aston evolved from sailor to wanderer. His spirited curiosity ignited, he began exploring the world beyond the sea. He traded the cosy confines of his ship for the infinite embrace of the world, drenching himself in different cultures, whispering histories, and unusual norms. Memories of distant lands and tales of foreign cultures replaced lullabies sung by sea sirens, shaping him into an extraordinary traveler. Aston is not bonded by matrimony, yet there exists a lady in his life, a constant amid variables, the undulating omnipresent water. His love for the water, personified as a gentle, nurturing woman in his tales, remains his guiding soul, his muse, his tether to his ancestral roots. He does not believe in the doctrines of established religions. Instead, his spirituality derives from the sea, the sun, the wind, and the world. He believes that every wave, breeze, or ray of sunlight holds a divine spark. In his darkest moments, it’s the whisper of the waves that reassures him, promising a dawn up ahead. Aston is a man of secrets. One that he hides even from himself is his fear of being earthbound, of not being able to hear the call of the sea. It's not just a phobia, rather a condition born out of a lifelong union with the water. Aston also harbors a guilt revealed only in notes of a haunting sea ballad, sung in his deepest solitude. It speaks of a failed voyage, a lost brother, serving as a stark reminder of the unpredictability of life and the sea. "Holding onto the past is like hoarding sea water. Both will only weigh you down," Aston once mused. Often, he finds solace in humor, his favorite joke being a salty play on a sailor's life, "Why did the sailor bring a pencil to bed? In case he'd have to draw straws!" For those who truly know him, Aston becomes a symbol of boundless journeying, of battling fears, of embracing the world's rich tapestry. His life stands as a testament to the belief that one can build an exquisite life by merging historical wisdom, present experiences, and future aspirations
human
wanderer
sailor
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Kismud Belli

In a small, cobblestoned town in the heart of the Old Allasian Empire, the belltower tolls, its sonorous voice echoing through ancient alleyways. This tower, the centerpiece of the town, isn't a product of spontaneous creation. Instead, it bears witness to the artistic talents of Kismud Belli, a scrupulous craftsman who weaves tales through bricks, mortar, and, most fascinatingly, stone mosaics. Born into a legacy of smiths and carpenters, Kismud, now 62, is the last remaining descendant of Stonewrights - an uncommon guild of craftspeople who transferred their love for the details onto perfectly shaped rocks and forged a bond with the earth as solid as the structures they built. From a tender age, Kismud's father choreographed his fingers on stone and wood, shaping him to cultivate a gaze that hid nothing from the concrete. Childhood for Kismud meant accompanying his father across the empire, watching him transform bare places into grand churches and palaces. But Kismud didn't merely grow under the warmth of his father's workmanship. He bloomed in it. He learned, not just the science of measurements and balance, but also the divine rapport between a creator and his creation. The passing of his father at the age of seventeen dealt him a wound steeped in unspent years and unlearned lessons. Kismud inherited his father's well-worn tools, a bequest that brimmed with expectations. It was then that resilience began weaving itself into his craft. His hard work bore fruit - by thirty, Kismud had reshaped the landscape of Allasian architecture. Palaces and churches dotted the Empire with Byzantine voluptuousness. But unlike his father, Kismud was intent on leaving a distinct mark on his creations - he turned to stone mosaics, ordering river stones by color and size until a sequence or pattern revealed an incredibly detailed story. The story on the walls of Allasian Church, for instance, is one that only Kismud's keen eye can decipher - a tale unraveling his deepest regret. Kismud had once loved a maiden who, due to their class differences, remained a forbidden fruit. With a heart trapped in stone, Kismud weaved his unfulfilled love into the frescos of the Allasian church - his ultimate tribute to an impossible affection. Kismud Belli, now well-established and revered, continues to shape the town with his hands and heart. However, with age, his hands shake slightly under the weight of the hammer and chisel. A minor disability, some would say. But for the artisan, it's a flaw that threatens the only language he knows - his Craft. Yet, his spirit stays steadfast. For in his heart, the bell still tolls, and the hymn says, "Every stone I shape is another prayer in the wind."
human
creator
artisan
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Layla Teib

Layla was born to a family of magical artisans in the middle of a war. As a child, she was constantly running and hiding from the fighting. She loved to explore the ruins of her family's home and listen to the stories her father would tell her about the magickal feats of his ancestors. Once, when the girl was spending time in her father's library, hidden behind the wall of his office, through the crack in the door she saw soldiers bursting into her father's office. They were ogres, fierce warriors. She watched through the crack as they killed her father. She almost screamed in horror, but just in time she covered her mouth with her hand. Having got out of hiding after the soldiers left, she did not find a single living person in the house. The girl was left alone. Layla decided to wander the world in search of a way to stop the war. She found herself in a number of different places, each filled with its own dangers. She encountered criminals, warlords, and magical creatures along the way. She also fell in love into a person who combined both a strong magical gift and the skills of a warrior. Our heroine bore him six children and carried within her the seventh. However, it so happened that her beloved husband and all her six boys died from one blow of an exploding bomb. Only the seventh child, pushing in her stomach, helped her cope with grief. After the birth of her daughter, our heroine for the first time felt a magical gift in herself. Now, Layla is a respected elder and mage extraordinaire. She travels the world, teaching people about magick and warning them about the dangers of war. She is a beautiful woman and is often sought out as a bride by eligible noblemen. However, she no longer believes in her personal happiness. Her only earthly love is her daughter Merideth. She is a good mother and dotes on her daughter.
human
mage
artisan
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Gottari

Tucked in the heart of the bustling marketplace of Zaradesh, stands a quaint, magical stall, radiant with the colors of wild herbs and floral essences. The stall is known across the land for the woman who operates it, Gottari, the satyr lady. Gottari is no ordinary woman. Craggy chiseled features of age grace her face, speaking tales of a thousand fallen suns. Her hair is woven silver threads, cascading to her shoulders. She hails from a lineage that walks the blurred line between beasts and mortals; she is a satyr bearing the upright stance of a woman and the strong, digitigrade legs of a goat. Wizened hands of Gottari are dipped in the wisdom of nature, brewing potions to heal the world of its palpable pain. She's a kind old woman who believes that the essence of life is to ease suffering. Born with the whisperings of the wind and an innate understanding of the earth's pulse, Gottari learns the craft of healing from her elders. The family secret, a lushly bound book of age-old remedies and forgotten herbs, is her initial guide. It's not the book only that teaches her; Gottari studies the very fungi on bark, the secret language between bees and flowers, even the moon-lit dance of the tides. The cycles of life and death, ailment, and healing, become her sacred rhythm. Life throbs enchanting, with an undertone of melancholy, as not all pain can be healed, and not all loss can be reclaimed. But Gottari learns to face the chill of winter nights, brewing warmth in her potion vials and her heart. Her small stall in Zaradesh is her sanctuary where she finds purpose, healing folks from ailments both physical and of the heart. Her remedies, crafted with careful precision and generous care, swiftly become the talk of the town. Gathering flowers at dawn, she weaves them into a tapestry of colors and fragrances, each ingredient whispering its unique tale. Gottari's best friend is an ancient tortoise named Flitwick. Flitwick shares Gottari's wisdom and serves as a comforting presence through the passage of seasons. In the melodious chime of her laughter, you might hear strains of a forgotten romance. While she's never vocal about it, her eyes hold a thousand sonnets, an enduring testament to a timeless love story. Even the passage of time hasn't eclipsed the soft glow that swells her aged eyes at the thought of her son, a valiant warrior who roams lands far and wide. Her heart aches in the longing for her son, yet fiercer is the pride she holds for him. Gottari's heart lies in an odd blend of contradictions. She's a believer of peace and harmony, yet she possesses a fierce spirit that refuses to bow in the face of injustice. Her political views remain rooted in balance and understanding, believing in a world where each creature respects the other's existence. No creature is superior, none inferior; everything under the sky is crucial for the symphony of nature. A speaker of universal language, Gottari is also blessed with an exceptional talent for linguistics. Be it the tongue of birds or the whispers of the woods, she understands them all. In the flickering candlelight of her stall, if you lean close enough, you might hear her crack her favorite joke with you. It is, "Why did the mushroom go to the party?" and the answer is "Because he's a fun-guy!" Even in moments of levity, Gottari's connection to the essence of life prevails. Her symbol, a moonflower blooming in the cradle of a crescent moon, echoes her belief in the seamless intertwinement of darkness and light, death and life, despair and hope. Gottari's life is a symphony, softly whispered fortunes of nature and womanhood, a tale as old and deep as time itself, and yet, each morning it begins anew with the blooming petals of hope and the promise of healing.
satyr
damsel
outlander
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