Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
Pane Cyte
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Quote: "Let go over a cliff, die completely, and then come back to life — after that, you cannot be deceived."
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 68 (Which is around the mid-20s for them by human standards)
Appearance: Raven-haired, a skin of ash, eyes of gelid moonlight, hands of calloused knowing, the body of weary travel, the mind of mad man.
Personality: Pane is a thief of knowledge. A collector of facts. A distributor of tales in exchange for memories. Curious over brave, eager over foolish. Wholy mad. He is adept at caring immensely over minor matters and that is what sometimes lessens his connection to the Void. His pursuit of the void is unique in execution.
Losing himself in stories is as personal to him as losing oneself in the heat of battle might be to another. Death's sweet caress just as poignant when done on men of ink and paper as it is when done on flesh and bone. A coward dies a thousand times, a hero but once. A man of the void is no hero and nor does he know fear. Pane always claims to know much, though he may know nothing... But he knows it well.
Faction: The People's Republic of Tiffrel
Profession: 'Void Acolyte'(?)
Equipment:
-Book of Gibberish
-Suit
-Blades
Patron God(s): Loreh and Friest. Conceal the truth and wield a blade hidden and powerful. He is more of a worshipper of his own 'interpretations of them'. As we all are.
Practiced Magic: Able to use minor amounts of power stemming from both gods.
Skills: -
Flaws: Unable to stop himself from getting engrossed in tales of interest. Whether new or old, said by children or elders. Often forgets himself and loses track of immediate goals.
History:
An untalented child in most regards. His parents thought the world of him despite nothing of his doing ever seeming significant to him. Minor victories and menial tasks flooded his days on Isyn until his uncle came to their home one day. It would just so happen that the uncle was acquainted with an old practitioner of the void. A man who's time apart from the Void was slowly drawing to an end. The man had asked for students to come and learn from him in his last few days. Carry on his legacy. Pane asked his parents and they consented after considerable worrying and assurances from his uncle.
So he left his home and journeyed to that of the old man's. A minor moon. An uninhabited moon. At least it used to be. Sadly for him, it turned out that it was the very same case once more. The void practitioner was dead. His legacy with him. The uncle was floored for many a minute and then went to the body of his friend and carried it back to his ship. In his daze, the uncle left behind Pane who'd been drawn to a book on the old man's table. It seemed to cover his accounts of the Void but in a fashion akin to gibberish. Profound but confounding. Many years of reading would be required to discern anything from it.
It took him two decades to understand just the basics of it. It took him only days to realise that his uncle was not coming back. Perhaps his uncle had been attacked? Perhaps the man lost his mind? Cyte never figured out the solution to that and lived his days in the hermit's home. Reading that book. THAT. ONE. GODS. DAMNED. BOOK.
It would prove no small wonder that he grew to crave stories like fish craved water.
Additional Note(s): -
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