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OPHIEL
shapeshifter
at least 24+
tavern owner
not interested
background.
lytharius was all he knew when he was younger. the verdant forests, the water sloshing beneath his feet as he waded through it to cross the rivers. born at a young age, he remembered being coveted by the canopied trees.
unbeknowst to him, his name, ophiel, was named after the moment his mother almost drowned herself in the river out of madness. his father held her back from comitting to the act fully. but he cannot help but remember witnessing the fear present on her face while going through the phases of childbirth.
luckily for him, he was untethered from his mother's despair. a free spirit, he wandered frequently in the east, then verged onto passing the borders into different districts.
he always held a curiosity for the world around him, but why? why do the concerns of other people plague his fragile mind? due to his observant nature, he grew self conscious while staring at a person's face too long. the mulling over the inner workings of a person's mind made him restless, both mentally and physically.
one day, it manifested into an amalgamation of peculiar sights. onyx eyes suddenly turning into an icy blue, without the aid of potions. phalanges sharpening into talons, or hands forming into paws. it was all too much for poor ophiel, already undergoing the process of human puberty, the transformation of a gangly teenager to a refined young adult.
eventually, after several years, he reined in on his newfound abilities. he used it whenever he can, even when it was deemed illegal to do so. utterly consumed by his powers, he felt potent, but often at the expense of others. even to the extent of ridding the lives of others. and it so happened to be the one time the man crossed the bridges leading to the main city.
“young man, the tavern is closed. you cannot loiter here any longer.”
contrition was expressed in the tavern owner’s words. in his kind elderly eyes, pleading gleamed through them, lined with tears. however, they failed to quell the aggression that overtook his psyche at the moment, costing him his life. wordlessly, he tore apart an innocent life and even took the one thing dearest to him: his tavern.
even to this day, he felt guilt for the unspoken crime he committed. evading ignominy like the coward he was, the only times he felt comfortable exiting the tavern was in disguise.
unbeknowst to him, his name, ophiel, was named after the moment his mother almost drowned herself in the river out of madness. his father held her back from comitting to the act fully. but he cannot help but remember witnessing the fear present on her face while going through the phases of childbirth.
luckily for him, he was untethered from his mother's despair. a free spirit, he wandered frequently in the east, then verged onto passing the borders into different districts.
he always held a curiosity for the world around him, but why? why do the concerns of other people plague his fragile mind? due to his observant nature, he grew self conscious while staring at a person's face too long. the mulling over the inner workings of a person's mind made him restless, both mentally and physically.
one day, it manifested into an amalgamation of peculiar sights. onyx eyes suddenly turning into an icy blue, without the aid of potions. phalanges sharpening into talons, or hands forming into paws. it was all too much for poor ophiel, already undergoing the process of human puberty, the transformation of a gangly teenager to a refined young adult.
eventually, after several years, he reined in on his newfound abilities. he used it whenever he can, even when it was deemed illegal to do so. utterly consumed by his powers, he felt potent, but often at the expense of others. even to the extent of ridding the lives of others. and it so happened to be the one time the man crossed the bridges leading to the main city.
“young man, the tavern is closed. you cannot loiter here any longer.”
contrition was expressed in the tavern owner’s words. in his kind elderly eyes, pleading gleamed through them, lined with tears. however, they failed to quell the aggression that overtook his psyche at the moment, costing him his life. wordlessly, he tore apart an innocent life and even took the one thing dearest to him: his tavern.
even to this day, he felt guilt for the unspoken crime he committed. evading ignominy like the coward he was, the only times he felt comfortable exiting the tavern was in disguise.
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