Pauk. I've been thinking about him a lot lately.
Pauk is so simple. He really is. All he needs and wants is food and love, and everything else he could care less about. Sure, he has food, but he doesn't have love. He's holed up in his stupid little shack all day crying or sleeping or scribbling on the walls, and he doesn't want to leave because he's terrified. At first, when he was little, he was perfectly happy. He had his mother and she took care of him. And then he watched her tear herself apart and eventually die, all while he was still little. And he knew how to take care of himself, not like there was much for him to do. But he stopped wanting to hunt, and he hated leaving the confines of Taloba. Then, there was the Djed storm. The world almost seemed to be torn asunder and now he doesn't even want to leave his home. He'll go for days without eating or doing anything, and he's just a skeleton that can barely do more than sit up. And still when he talks or interacts with others, he's as cheery as he can be.
And he wants a bondmate, and he wants some friends but he's too scared to do anything because he doesn't want them to leave him. He has the mentality of a little kid, and he doesn't belong in the city where everyone is seemingly fearless and fierce and strong and powerful and brave. He's just a big scaredy cat, but he's scared to think of being anywhere else because he doesn't know anywhere else. All that he knows of is forests of Falyndar and leaving it would be unbearable.
And now, when he needs someone there for him the most, there's no one and he'll probably end up starving himself to death and rot in his bed until someone, someday decides to check on him. But all he wants to do is curl up and die. And maybe, if I did something differently, he'd be able to leave the forests of Falyndar with a sense of adventure. But this is how he wrote himself, only after a few threads and his reaction to everything that's happened to him.
And somehow, my simplest PC is also my most complex. |