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Ziri
Legacy Name: Ziri

The

Nightmare Antlephore
Owner: Flier

Age: 10 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 23rd, 2015

Adopted: 10 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 23rd, 2015

Statistics

Level: 24
Strength: 27
Defense: 20
Speed: 11
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 28
Books Read: 26
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Register Supervisor

I.) What alignment does your character fall under?
Neutral good? Neutral? He was a wandering woodcarver, well-liked by the children of the villages that he would visit, for whom he would gift simple wooden toys for their amusement.

II.) Which side of the story is the character, antagonist or protagonist?
~~Protag turned antag turned protag?~~ Undetermined depending on where his story travels and how he reacts to the events forced upon him.
One night he stumbled across (? tbd) and was forced into the body of a monstrous four-legged creature with antlers.
+ He still carries what he could recover of his woodcarvings, now his most precious treasures as well as his most painful reminders (as he can no longer carve wood).

II.) What color or colors would you use to represent this character?
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Darker colors (because nightmare), the median green/blue-ish colors for the forests and sea (where he finds comfort), and the lighter colors on the right for his warmhearted soul.

III.) What relationships currently affect this character?
Everyone runs from him in fear, which is tough for him. Despite never settling down in one place (fear of becoming too attached), one of his greatest joys was mingling in the company of others. The fact that animals run from him too don't help.

IV.) Describe their personality.
Courteous, honest. Restless, would often be carving something or another. Wandering, he lived an aimless life, as he had no great ambitions. He was also known for his flute-playing. He would play on a wooden flute he had carved himself.
Although he can be at times callous and reserved/aloof, he has a warm heart.

V.) Describe their perfect safe spot.

A little outcropping of rock by the sea, where no humans or animals will find him (and run from him). Watching the rhythmic pulse of the waves, alone, he can pretend all was as it had been.