Drush

Vitals:

Origin: Silverclaw Hub, Leth Deril
Age: Born on the 40th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 416 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

Appearance:

Angular face, cat-slitted stormy grey eyes, and a classical nose. His snow-white mane is short and thick. He has golden fur, a slender tail, and an athletic build. He is tall for a Prydaen.

Word on the street:

   That Drush feller, he healed Old Lady Brown's knees and hip after she fell. She was in such awful pain, but he just showed up, took all that pain into himself, did some woodoo and bamf! Like it never happened! He didn't even want nothing for his trouble, even though 'Ol Lady Brown said she had some fresh baked dreamberry pie. Who passes up dreamberry pie? Them cat-folk are weird! That one is good but still weird! - Barstow Simmons, resident of Crossing.

   Newly arrived in the Crossing, the Prydaen known as Drush came to the Empath's guild, citing that it was the Three's wishes and Tenemlor specifically that brought him to us for teaching. There is something a bit feral about him, a feverish light that burns in his eyes when he speaks of his duty to his people, even though he is not shy about speaking of how they for all intents and purposes threw him out of their society for choosing the life of an Empath. I'm not quite sure how to feel about teaching him, his intent seems less about following the guidelines of the guild and more about learning everything he can about how to use our empathic senses as a weapon against necromancy. He does not lack in any way for ambition or learning potential, however. We expect great things from him in the future, so long as he stays firmly within our boundaries. - Crossing Empath Guild Leader[[1]]

Quotes:

   People outside of Hub society always seem surprised when I relate the choices involved by the Village Elders and myself that lead to my expulsion from society. Nobody was wrong or in the wrong. I made a choice, fully aware of the consequences and they followed the decree of Demrris. The choice to hone ones empathy is not looked upon favorably in the hunter predator lifestyle of our society and my people do not idly tolerate such breaks with tradition. I left willingly, knowing that it was their choice to throw me out if I was unwilling. My friends, Vekihata and Lohowa chose to follow me into exile and to help me with my quest. I am forever thankful for their sacrifice on my behalf.