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Character's Full Name: HE DOESN'T REMEMBER IT, CUT HIM SOME SLACK. Eventually goes by "Rocky" after a literal rock u feel me
PB: Jason Momoa
Character's Starting Level: 1
Character Age: 51
Physical Description: Unusually tall for a satyr, Rocky stands at 6'4" with a muscular build -- more construction worker than bodybuilder, leaving him with an imposing figure. Beyond this, he looks much like a 'typical' satyr with pointed ears, large, curled ram horns and a finely groomed goatee. All of his bodyhair is a dark red, all of it, from his hair down to his densely furred goat legs that lead to impeccable hooves. If his horns were removed or otherwise disguised, the only other truly distinguishing feature on his face would be his bright yellow eyes that look more at home on a goat than a person.
Character's Species/Race (aka human, elf, dragonblood human, etc): Satyr
Character History (Pre-Veil): His entire life pre-Veil was that of a typical satyr, stolen away from his mother and raised by his father and kin until he was old enough to join the revels and set off on his own. From there, until he fell through the Veil, his life was a blur of partying, drinking and seducing.
Post Veil History (if applicable): -- But since he remembers almost nothing of his life, not even his name, his desire to do all three in this new world has diminished entirely. All he has left is feelings, lodged in the back of his mind with his baser desires. With only a skin of wine and his personal panflute, Rocky quickly hid himself in the nearest forest, only venturing out under the cover of darkness to steal supplies. Of course, with no memory and few supplies, a satyr is going to stand out.
Personality and Psychology: Let's get the obvious out of the way, he's a satyr through and through, even with no memory. While the transition to this new realm knocked some sense into him, a desire to return to his roots and resume drinking, partying and seducing constantly lurks in the back of his mind.
But let's go back to how he was before the Veil.
All his life, Rocky has been the outcast of sorts. While satyrs are largely independent creatures -- at least with their own race -- more often than not, they come across each other during their travels and parties and to get it on. Let's be honest here. The main sticking issue with the other satyrs was his height, towering over them like that and looking like he could bench press a dozen of them often meant he had to put up with all the cool kids taunting him. While that would be easy to ignore and move on to find somewhere else to party, his extraordinary bad luck often meant he would come across the same satyrs time and time again.
It adds up.
The other issue was that while he was generally satisfied by the satyr lifestyle, he couldn't help but yearn for more. Whether 'more' meant friends who aren't complete dicks, a life of actual substance instead of flitting from one party to the next or something else entirely is up for debate. All he knows is that he wanted more out of life, something he could do between parties that would give his life meaning beyond 'got hella drunk and had a hundred kids.'
It's entirely possible he found it, but well, he doesn't remember anything anymore.
Which brings us to now.
Essentially rendered a blank slate by the Veil, Rocky has been forced to rely on nothing but his instincts to survive. Fortunately, even without his memories they're finely honed... to make him act like a 'traditional' satyr. Though, his memories might be gone but those feelings of wanting more, of missing something, are still prevalent. Only this time, he's unable to interpret them properly and so he tries to ignore them and focus on the simple things.
A fact that will eventually make him angry, but with nowhere else to go and nothing else to go on, his roots make him perfectly happy. Or do they? Something he'd always wondered was if he was dissastisifed because of his fellow satyrs, or because of the lifestyle itself. Something he couldn't test before, and now that he can, he can't even remember. A fact that troubles him more than he lets on, or would, if he had anybody to hold a proper conversation with.
Whether the other satyrs were fucksticks or not, he still enjoyed the time spent with them. Sure the parties were fun, but that wasn't the main draw for him. He might have been something of an outcast, but there still a sense of community, something he thrived on, whether he realised it or not.
Powers and Abilities: Strong goat legs, killer tunes, looks like Jason Momoa?
Character's Full Name: HE DOESN'T REMEMBER IT, CUT HIM SOME SLACK. Eventually goes by "Rocky" after a literal rock u feel me
PB: Jason Momoa
Character's Starting Level: 1
Character Age: 51
Physical Description: Unusually tall for a satyr, Rocky stands at 6'4" with a muscular build -- more construction worker than bodybuilder, leaving him with an imposing figure. Beyond this, he looks much like a 'typical' satyr with pointed ears, large, curled ram horns and a finely groomed goatee. All of his bodyhair is a dark red, all of it, from his hair down to his densely furred goat legs that lead to impeccable hooves. If his horns were removed or otherwise disguised, the only other truly distinguishing feature on his face would be his bright yellow eyes that look more at home on a goat than a person.
Character's Species/Race (aka human, elf, dragonblood human, etc): Satyr
Character History (Pre-Veil): His entire life pre-Veil was that of a typical satyr, stolen away from his mother and raised by his father and kin until he was old enough to join the revels and set off on his own. From there, until he fell through the Veil, his life was a blur of partying, drinking and seducing.
Post Veil History (if applicable): -- But since he remembers almost nothing of his life, not even his name, his desire to do all three in this new world has diminished entirely. All he has left is feelings, lodged in the back of his mind with his baser desires. With only a skin of wine and his personal panflute, Rocky quickly hid himself in the nearest forest, only venturing out under the cover of darkness to steal supplies. Of course, with no memory and few supplies, a satyr is going to stand out.
Personality and Psychology: Let's get the obvious out of the way, he's a satyr through and through, even with no memory. While the transition to this new realm knocked some sense into him, a desire to return to his roots and resume drinking, partying and seducing constantly lurks in the back of his mind.
But let's go back to how he was before the Veil.
All his life, Rocky has been the outcast of sorts. While satyrs are largely independent creatures -- at least with their own race -- more often than not, they come across each other during their travels and parties and to get it on. Let's be honest here. The main sticking issue with the other satyrs was his height, towering over them like that and looking like he could bench press a dozen of them often meant he had to put up with all the cool kids taunting him. While that would be easy to ignore and move on to find somewhere else to party, his extraordinary bad luck often meant he would come across the same satyrs time and time again.
It adds up.
The other issue was that while he was generally satisfied by the satyr lifestyle, he couldn't help but yearn for more. Whether 'more' meant friends who aren't complete dicks, a life of actual substance instead of flitting from one party to the next or something else entirely is up for debate. All he knows is that he wanted more out of life, something he could do between parties that would give his life meaning beyond 'got hella drunk and had a hundred kids.'
It's entirely possible he found it, but well, he doesn't remember anything anymore.
Which brings us to now.
Essentially rendered a blank slate by the Veil, Rocky has been forced to rely on nothing but his instincts to survive. Fortunately, even without his memories they're finely honed... to make him act like a 'traditional' satyr. Though, his memories might be gone but those feelings of wanting more, of missing something, are still prevalent. Only this time, he's unable to interpret them properly and so he tries to ignore them and focus on the simple things.
A fact that will eventually make him angry, but with nowhere else to go and nothing else to go on, his roots make him perfectly happy. Or do they? Something he'd always wondered was if he was dissastisifed because of his fellow satyrs, or because of the lifestyle itself. Something he couldn't test before, and now that he can, he can't even remember. A fact that troubles him more than he lets on, or would, if he had anybody to hold a proper conversation with.
Whether the other satyrs were fucksticks or not, he still enjoyed the time spent with them. Sure the parties were fun, but that wasn't the main draw for him. He might have been something of an outcast, but there still a sense of community, something he thrived on, whether he realised it or not.
Powers and Abilities: Strong goat legs, killer tunes, looks like Jason Momoa?
