| I know I'm gonna get busted for posting before I've updated the threads I'm DMing... Name: Yanwer (also sometimes Blind Yanwer) Race: Human Class: Warlock (Starlock) Background: Yanwer was always a dreamer, looking up at the stars. He'd spend his days dozing in his parents small hut near the edge of the forest and his nights staring up at the stars.
His father was really his uncle, a woodsman, he'd loved his sister deeply and took in her son after goblins raid claimed them. He considered the fact that the boy, always strange, survived the goblin attack was nothing less than a miracle and left the disfigured child alone to do as he liked. His wife, the town mid-wife, could bear no children of her own; they never grew close.
As he comes of age Yanwer has begun to have powerful dreams; he hears strange piping in the night and sings songs that no-one has heard of that don't seem to be in a proper language. Appearance: A skinny young man with ragged reddish-brown hair. His most distinctive feature is his right eye, rough scars like a star running out from the milky orb. It moves about in his head sometimes, like it can still see, but it never seems to be looking the same place as his good eye. Personality (including quirks): Yanwer is considered quiet and odd by the town. People who get to know him find he's a faster talker and a bigger thinker than he lets on. He feels like he's been alseep his whole life he says, and he's just awakened.
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