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Post by dancingmad36 on Nov 2, 2017 16:42:16 GMT -5
Name: Chicory Oliphant Gender: Male Age: 21 Species: crow Occupation: Bard
Physical Appearance: As any crow, his feathers are as black as the night sky. He's fairly short, but his song makes up for that. He's clad in traditional bardic robes, reminiscent of Renaissance Italy, though purple with bright blue accents of vines, flowers, and fruit with an ebony feather in his cap.
Possessions: Other than the clothes on his back, he carries little more than his instruments. He keeps a lute, a flute, and a lyre with him as well as a few pouches for food and coin.
Personality: Coming from generations of very unlucky crows, Chicory has a distinctly cynical outlook on the world. Growing up with stories of his people being repeatedly attacked by badgers and vermin, mistreated by rabbits and rodents, and generally only being able to rely on themselves, he typically keeps to himself, only enjoying the company of other birds, typically ravens, crows, and magpies. With others, he's deceptively kind and polite, using his bardic talents to manipulate then too meeting his needs. He's very clannish in that regard; Friendly to those he considers family, and apathetic to others. He's generally good company and a great and dramatic performer
Strengths: For a bird, he certainly has a silver tongue. When in a pleasant mood or in exceptionally great need, he can charm and amaze many a creature into helping, pitying, or paying him. He is exceptionally talented at his three instruments and singing.
Weaknesses: He has been frequently known to tell people exactly what he thinks of them, frequently with biting remarks, and often when the beast is much larger, angrier, and better armed than he.
History: Not this story again would be Chicory’s response.
Where to begin? He is a descendant of survivors of the Crow Brethren, a band of crows whose history seems littered with massacres and poor leadership. His family, a line of artisans, managed to avoid the roughest of the brethren's experiences by assisting insignificant during all of the battles and raids (seems beasts and vermins actually like bards and painters). His parents and grandparents saw this as good luck. They've been able to get through everything thanks to good luck, great fortune, etc. Chicory was skeptical of that from the first time he heard the old stories… And was only justified in his skepticism when his parents died in a bandit raid.
Since then, he's been wandering the land on his own, earning a meager living, having adventures, and swinging between charming companion and sarcastic commentator to the residents of Mossflower.
Relationships: He once crossed paths with another bard and began discussing their trade in depth. After some time though, the subject turned to politics and history and their camaraderie became a rivalry. It seemed to Chicory that this braggart thought little of the sufferings of of his ancestors and was apparently offended by his cynical outlook on life. They've been in polite competition ever since.
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