a brittle branch snapped in three
(but when you look again, it's whole)
a tall tree in the distance, barren of leaves
(now growing lush and full)
tangled pathways, overtaken by the crows
(neat little rows, all symmetrical)
speckled shadows shivering in the breeze
(the light shines through at a still high noon)
voices whispering through time, carried by the wind
(time is silent and cold; it cares nothing for you)
how did it end, and where will it start?
(is any of this real?)
basics
NAME: Cyprien Westwood.
ALIAS: West.
GENDER: Male - He/Him.
RACE: Duskwight.
BIRTHDATE: Unknown, celebrated 5/1.
AGE: Unknown, appears to be in his late twenties.
mental
mbti: intp.
likes: spending time outdoors, observing woodland creatures, reading, painting (amateur).
dislikes: being unable to decide what's real.
virtues: kind; a dreamer.
flaws: sometimes inconsiderate; easily confused.
physical
HEIGHT: slightly shorter than average.
BUILD: waifish and slender.
HAIR: medium-short, pale, pinkish grey.
EYES: one lime green and one turquoise blue. usually appears tired.
NOTABLE FEATURES: pale grey skin. usually wears flower accessories. mildly lemon-scented.
misc
BIRTHPLACE: west shroud (presumed).
HOME: lavender beds.
OCCUPATION: adventurer.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
MARITAL STATUS: unknown.
extra information
soft, soothing voice. sings well.
strictly followed moral compass, but it has no true north
vegetarian
personality
West normally appears demure, and he's often unfocused or muddled. He can be very eccentric, speaking nonsense at times, but his intentions are always pure. He travels around, letting life lead him where it may, hoping to learn more about his past and make sense of his present.
past
West can't remember anything about what happened before the calamity. He woke up being tended to by a stranger who saved him from the wreckage. He was told he was found in very poor condition on the outskirts of what used to be the West Shroud. That became how he was known to the locals of the little community he stayed at while he was recovering.While he assumes he lost his memory during the calamity, whether that is actually what happened is questionable. He's yet to meet anyone who's found him recognizable, even the few people he's met who were also refugees from the same area.
abilities
West can see and speak to apparitions that may or may not be specters and may or may not actually exist. He usually just tries to ignore them.
He sometimes sees and interacts with other things that aren't necessarily there at present, though he believes them to be in the moment. Reality sometimes seems to shift around him, as in a dream.
He's naturally very good with magic, though he sometimes becomes confused in battle and loses focus.
the traveler
West travels from place to place, usually taking the first path that life offers and seeing where it leads. Do you need a travel companion in some expedition or other? West is skilled with battle magic and normally willing to lend his assistance even if he doesn't understand everything fully.
the shroud
Did you happen to visit the West Shroud before the calamity destroyed it? Though West has read about the difficult network of swamps, rivers and lakes that pervaded the area, he's keen to hear more about his supposed homeland. He's always searching for some semblance of familiarity in the words and pictures painted by others, hoping they'll spark a memory.
the others
Perhaps you're curious about the specters West sometimes sees. Though they're normally fleeting and unobtrusive, there is almost always at least one present, and sometimes seem to desire something from him. They appear distorted and act as if they're in some other time or place, fragments of their lives bleeding through.
