Description

Pronouns

He/Him

Clothes that are

Loose and natural, wild

Eyes like

An elk's piercing yet tranquil gaze

Body that's

Beefy and stocky (around a quarter of a ton), tall for a humanoid (around two and a half meters)

The color of

Violet during the day, and slate blue when the moon shines

Attitude like

An approachable sentinel of the wilds, a calm and collected enforcer of balance and justice

Background Questions

Why was the community you grew up in so reliant on nature and its creatures?

Anthlars are born into the nature as part of it, not as its conquerors. They are taught from the earliest days that they're just another animal on this beautiful and chaotic yet balanced landscape. Every plant, every creature... everything that was placed here by the land itself deserves their respect. Respect they do not quantify or divide, a boulder changing the course of a river is as important as a fellow anthlar.

Who was the first wild animal you bonded with? Why did your bond end?

A Colossal Bearcat named Sisi. She taught me patience and many survival skills, helping me understand you can find and create resources and remedies anywhere. I learned that when after a fight with a corrupted treant she disinfected my wound with her saliva. She had to leave with her pack, since an orc warlord was plotting an attack on the Mossgrove. They could not risk it - there is not a lot of colossal bearcats left.

Who has been trying to hunt you down? What do they want from you?

An orc warlord known by the name of Tharukk. Our tribe drove him and his bunch away from the Mossgrove, which he wanted to capture to gain tactical leverage and a place filled with game to hunt in. Upon losing the fight, it became no longer a topic of his warband's wellbeing, but personal revenge. Last words I heard from him when he was retreating were; "There will come a day, when I will bathe in the blood of every one of you, filthy wildlings."