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My mother was an Empath, and my father a Necromancer; my memories of both are distant, fragmented, and fuzzy. From what I can piece together between my memories and stories from others, when I was little, well – much smaller than I am now granted I am tiny for even a halfling, we were attacked by a stray leucro; which kind it was depends on who’s telling the story. My parents weren’t prepared for such an attack and of course neither was I. We weren’t hunters by nature, my mother healed those who were in need, and my father was kind from what I can remember, he had the ability to make a construct that was my size; a friend to play with since I didn’t have any siblings. The attack took my mother and from I’ve been told, by all accounts, I was dead too and I should still be. The leucro sliced my throat and I shortly fell asleep. Enraged my father turned to the magic he quelled for so long and the friend I used to play with grew bigger than anyone had ever seen; it devoured the leucro leaving only its bones behind, then something happened that nobody had ever seen before, an aura came from him as he touched my sleeping body, and as I like to remember it, my father “raised me”. I woke up with scars on my neck where the claws sliced, scars that to this day have never healed and wounds so deep they have left me speechless. I could feel my fathers warmth, hear his thoughts, and see his memories, of me, my mother, and us three together as things were. I fell back asleep for I don’t know how long, and when I woke my father was gone. I was all alone in the world, unable to speak, unable to find help as nobody knew what to think of me. Fending for myself I grew a fondness for bones and spiders, blood and tobacco, and of course what halfling doesn’t like tarts. I tried to find information on my father, I heard he died, got killed, is hiding; never a straight answer. On my journey to figure out who I am, what I am, I went to the Empath Guild so I can fend for myself and try to help others as my my mother did. Salvur took pity and taught me a skill, nervous at first since my spell prep reminded him of a Necromancer’s, the spell worked as intended and he took me under his wing and I officially became an Empath. |
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I have gained some ranks from Salvur and I am still striving to help people that need healing. With my penchant for the more macabre it’s hard for me to make friends, but with my trusty slate, several sheets of paper and stationery kit, I try to communicate with those that can understand me; those that want to anyway. |
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Revision as of 20:16, 23 August 2022
| Mute Empath Puuka | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Halfling |
| Gender | Female (for now) |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
Appearance
You are Painforged Puuka, a Halfling.
You have a round face with a handful of large claw marks scarring the jaw and neck, black eyes, a small nose and dimples. Your black hair is long and straight. You have translucent skin and a thin figure.
You are tiny for a Halfling.
You have a stud of polished glaes nestled into the groove underneath your lower lip.
About
My mother was an Empath, and my father a Necromancer; my memories of both are distant, fragmented, and fuzzy. From what I can piece together between my memories and stories from others, when I was little, well – much smaller than I am now granted I am tiny for even a halfling, we were attacked by a stray leucro; which kind it was depends on who’s telling the story. My parents weren’t prepared for such an attack and of course neither was I. We weren’t hunters by nature, my mother healed those who were in need, and my father was kind from what I can remember, he had the ability to make a construct that was my size; a friend to play with since I didn’t have any siblings. The attack took my mother and from I’ve been told, by all accounts, I was dead too and I should still be. The leucro sliced my throat and I shortly fell asleep. Enraged my father turned to the magic he quelled for so long and the friend I used to play with grew bigger than anyone had ever seen; it devoured the leucro leaving only its bones behind, then something happened that nobody had ever seen before, an aura came from him as he touched my sleeping body, and as I like to remember it, my father “raised me”. I woke up with scars on my neck where the claws sliced, scars that to this day have never healed and wounds so deep they have left me speechless. I could feel my fathers warmth, hear his thoughts, and see his memories, of me, my mother, and us three together as things were. I fell back asleep for I don’t know how long, and when I woke my father was gone. I was all alone in the world, unable to speak, unable to find help as nobody knew what to think of me. Fending for myself I grew a fondness for bones and spiders, blood and tobacco, and of course what halfling doesn’t like tarts. I tried to find information on my father, I heard he died, got killed, is hiding; never a straight answer. On my journey to figure out who I am, what I am, I went to the Empath Guild so I can fend for myself and try to help others as my my mother did. Salvur took pity and taught me a skill, nervous at first since my spell prep reminded him of a Necromancer’s, the spell worked as intended and he took me under his wing and I officially became an Empath.
I have gained some ranks from Salvur and I am still striving to help people that need healing. With my penchant for the more macabre it’s hard for me to make friends, but with my trusty slate, several sheets of paper and stationery kit, I try to communicate with those that can understand me; those that want to anyway.