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Osias Trott
“It’s not about what you do; it’s about why you do it that defines your character."
“It’s not about what you do; it’s about why you do it that defines your character."
The Vitals
Race: Ethaefal, Son of Leth (Vantha form by day)
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years
Date of Fall: 9th of Spring, 507 AV
Height: 6’4” (Eth Form); 5’ 11” (Vantha Form)
Weight: 167 lbs; 150 lbs
Location: Alvadas
Profession: TBA
Housing: Default measurements of 20x20ft. The house, also comes with a key which acts as a sort of compass that tugs the possessor of the key in the direction of the house which the key belongs to (It would be best described as two magnets attracting each other). The house includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table.
(Nadeja lives with him.)
Fluent: Vani
Basic: Common
Poor: Isurian
Character Concept
"In the end, your secrets will always destroy you."
"In the end, your secrets will always destroy you."
The Exterior
By Day:
When Syna rules the sky Osias sheds his horns and his ethaeral beauty taking on the image that he once possessed. In this unspectacular form he is a tall Vantha male with eyes that tell more than his words speak. He is quite a few inches shorter in this form and does his best not to be caught with the changing of the sky so that he has the proper clothes on. JHis face is typically covered in black stubble that shadows his tanned features.
Eye Colors By Mood: :
By Night:
Osias is tall in his Leth-blessed form, his height just breaking over six foot four. In this form he is in all his glory, standing tall with long sinewy muscles that wrap around his frame like a piece of art. He is nothing short of a beautiful, such as all Ethaefal’s are. His skin shimmers with a dust of silver that mimics the moon and the splendors of a cool evening. His thick hair, whether short for the summer or long for the cool seasons, seems to soak up the rays of the moon like a sponge streaking an opalescent shine through the strands. His eyes are the color of soft indigo that toys between a gentle gaze and harsh reality, always seeking the truth in their wake.
Horn Coloring By Seasons: :
Scars and Marks :
The Interior
Osias is a man of many honors and many half truths. A hypocrite to the outside eye should he be caught in such story weaving. He uses hypnotism like a blanket shrouding his words to help make his words more believable. This seeker of truths has true hatred for lies of others though he will always bend a phrase or turn a word if he sees it will further his needs. Despite these white lies that he tells he is careful with his words, never telling a full lie but never giving the full truth unless the person has done something to warrant it. Osias is patient and he is more then willing to bide his time to work through a problem by pouring over it for hours as long as he exposes all its secrets in the end. He can be a bit obsessive at times, possessive over things he considers his and down right stubborn should he set his mind on a task.
Loyal to none but himself, Nadeja and his gods he sees no reason but to play his part in the lives of others as a twisted viper. It's truly not his fault they make their own webs to get caught in, sometimes he'll navigate you to freedom and other times to the widow waiting in the center. It is never his intention to destroy a life, politically or other wise, but certain jobs pay better then others and he can't deny the joy he gets with each task. He will keep up this line of thinking as long as she is provided for. Unfortunately such a life has the very real possibility to catch him in the threads as well, perhaps he is just weaving his own web in the end.
The Interior
Skills
Physical
| Skill | SP, RB, SX | XP | Total | Proficiency |
| Unarmed Combat | 5 SP | N/A | 5 | Novice |
Magic
| Skill | SP, RB, SX | XP | Total | Proficiency |
| Hypnotism | 26 SP | N/A | 26 | Competent |
Mental
| Skill | SP, RB, SX | XP | Total | Proficiency |
| Intelligence | 10 SP | N/A | 10 | Novice |
| Investigation | 9 SP | N/A | 9 | Novice |
| Leadership | 10 RB | N/A | 10 | Novice |
Social
| Skill | SP, RB, SX | XP | Total | Proficiency |
Lores
Lore of Alvadas Underground
Lore of Religion: Ionu
The History
Osias fell on the 9th day of Spring in 507, his feet first touching ground again on the shores of Zeltiva. Osias chose his name under no specific circumstances - he simply liked the way it sounded, like a whispered sigh in the night. He spent his first year in this coastal city and over the seasons a depression settled in his bones. He felt empty and like he was missing a part of himself. The newly fallen Eth was unsure if this was normal for other Eth’s but he wanted nothing more than to be back where he came from rather than heavy with his feet on the ground. What made this fall worse was his lack of memory, it was almost as if someone came up and just stole enough of his past from him that he couldn’t put a finger on it but he wasn’t completely left an empty shell either. It was heart breaking. This first year was spent in mourning for who he once was, but eventually he realized that living with this heavy heart wasn’t going to change the fact that this was his life now.
Forgeting most of who he used to be left Osias with a need for answers and knowledge that he couldn’t get by staying in one place. His travels began not long after the first anniversary of his fall date; he had no idea where he was going just that he needed to find something to fill the empty space within him. Each new city shined light upon his desire to collect secrets and memories of others, as if these things would be enough to put a stopper in his hollow feeling. Along with these secrets he learned hypnotism that only helped him gather the information he sought and direct it towards its proper place (usually who paid the most). He made friends and he made enemies depending on the stories he learned and the ones that he revealed. Sometimes he twisted the stories in order to benefit both parties and sometimes he tricked one party without hesitation.
It wasn't until he arrived in Alvadas, the city of illusions; in 512 that he felt he might have finally found a place to settle. It was a place he could explore his budding hypnotism with ease, the magic guiding his hand towards a life of creating hallucinations and suggestions where he thought it was needed. Due to the nature of his talents over the years of travel Osias met a man who dealt in small forms of secrets as well. This man’s life was moving on from the city of Alvadas and his pet, a small fox kelvic, was not going with him. For some reason, Osias still hasn’t figured out, the girl took a liking to him and because of that her Master left her in the Ethaefal’s hands to care for her. It was the last thing that Osias wanted, he could barely keep his own life in check he didn’t need to watch over someone else as well but she was just a child. Reluctantly he took her in and even with his protests now that she is older and free of the slave title he has yet to find a way to convince her to leave out on her own. In fact, she has somehow managed to convince him to consider the idea of opening a business and being stuck with her even more then he already was. With plans of business on the horizon Osias took on the second name Trott, not something typical of his people but he felt that a second name would give a depth to his business profile. Ever wishing to appear the professional in his pursuits this seemed a logical step to him when he was in his mortal seeming.
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Navy Blue Linen Shirt
-Charcoal Linen Pants
-Linen Undergarments
-Charcoal Wool Coat
-Simple Black Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (wood)
-Brush (wood)
-Soap
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Lockbox
Lock, Average
Heirloom: Lock, Average
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
| Lockbox | -1 GM | 99 GM |
