Farron
Potionist of Odersten
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Scars: Scarring about his throat(the best time to wear a turtleneck is all the tiiiiiiiiiiime), an injury that damaged his voice causing smooth, rich vocals to now emerge rough and raspy. The very same struggle caused several gashes to mar across his chest in various lengths, the result of teeth raking against skin. The bite is also responsible for the ill effects of magic on him, a side effect caused by a poison from the draconian creature. He also still vibrantly carries the mark that turned him painted on his left side just below his ribs.
- often has a sharp tongue for those he finds annoying to deal with. - doesn't mind one race over another though he has some reservations about certain ones - there were no vampires where he grew up, he only has opinions on them based on what he's heard since arriving in Klewyth. - despite being turned, he still harbors some distrust for wolves. - his brief exposures to the mer-folk have left him intrigued but cautious of them - still accompanies hui in pursuit of bounties and other interests from time to time, though he tries to keep his hands clean.
x. Was born as a result of an affair. His mother didn't want him, nor did she care for her husband any longer. Despite the despicable nature of his conception, the man looked after and raised the otherwise abandoned babe. x. The man was an alchemist by trade and favored making potions and remedies to aid the sick, an interest that Farron picked up from him and often helped with. At first merely manning the shop and delivering the treatments to those who could not reach the store, then a full on apprentice. He also filled the pages of the herbology book his father kept with detailed depictions of the herbs listed. x. When he came of age, he was assigned a guarding job within their village. He was trained how to defend himself and carried out the station for several years. x. Wolves had always been a plague for them, and they were often hunted by them. Unbeknownst within the tribal lands, several of the other groups had been destroyed, and when their time came, the attack was merciless and brutal. The moon had not been full, the guard lax. He himself had been at the shop helping his father when the first screams rang out. x. Much like the others, his tribe was scattered. Most died, and those that did not hastened to flee with their lives. He had earned himself a jagged bite below his ribs in his attempt to save the life of the man who had steadfastly refused to abandon him. In the cavern they had sought shelter in afterwards though, the grievous plight of his injuries and the fever that came with them claimed his life. x. Arriving in Klewyth, he was surprised to cross paths with Huian, a familiar and friendly face in a foreign land. Against his better judgement, and lack of any other options for himself, he ended up with his group. His new blight of lycanthropy, however, was kept to himself. He agreed to tending to the wounded, and reluctantly to helping the feline with some of his other 'marks.' x. After a time, he had enough coin to pay for his own building within the city proper and open his own store. His shelves are filled with bottled magics of varying uses, as well as herbs and the like. |