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Tomas has a minion!

the Dead Flesh Fisher

Tomas

The

Graveyard Yaherra
Owner:

soren

Age: 2 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: March 9th, 2022

Adopted: 2 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: March 9th, 2022

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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NAMETomas Markul
AGE34
BIRTHDAYOctober 14th
HEIGHT6'1''
GENDERCis male (he/him)
ORIENTATIONHeterosexual

RACEHuman
ELEMENTAL AFFINITYNone
OCCUPATIONPetty thief
RELIGIONNone
HOMETOWNPeruthias, Tobiak
ALIGNMENTChaotic neutral

The monastery was irresistible...

...in its secretive allure, tantalizingly sitting atop the hill overlooking the small, snowy town. Here lay Luxos Noaa, the frostbitten city-state of the far northern mountains, inhabited by few and governed by the even fewer who lived within the monastery. He stared up at the cobbled, imposing walls and took a deep, meditative breath of frigid air. He had heard whispers of boundless treasure within the monastery's walls for years. Some even said that its inner depths were lined with gold. He didn't believe in such embellishments, of course - those kinds of stories were for children - and yet... here he stood, his travels having deposited him at the foot of the Holy Church of Tobiathan... and the monastery was calling his name.

If only he knew it would be the death of him.

...

Young Tomas Markul was nothing more than a petty thief when he set foot on the monastery's grounds, in search of anything he could sell or trade for a warm meal. He had nothing to his name, except for a knife and the few pilfered supplies he carried on his back. His parents had discarded him early on in his life, when it became apparent that he had no natural Eyerth channeling abilities, and because no one ever bothered to hand him success on a silver platter, he had grown into a jaded sort of man, with weights on the corners of his mouth and a shield around his heart. As he tiptoed around the monastery's pillars and through its passageways, he felt the distinct absence of god - after all, everything here was a joke to him, for if organized religion meant anything at all, why did he have to suffer for so long?

He turned right, then left, then right again, dodging behind a crumbling statue to avoid the attention of a few monks. So far, he had found nothing valuable to him, and the walls were distinctly made of stone. He stepped around a corner, expecting to see more of the same - but instead, he came face-to-face with the most ornately-decorated door he had ever witnessed - ribbons of gold and silver raced along its edges, and the distinct figure of a deer with antlers stretching towards the heavens sat at the center. It was at least twice his height, and the glittering, sculpted handle appeared to have been made for a giant.

This had to lead to something important, common sense told him. Something about the door's imagery made him nervous, but now wasn't the time to get distracted. He pressed his head against the door and listened, waiting... waiting for nothing, as he heard no sounds from the other side. He snuck a quick glance over his shoulder, took a deep breath, and quietly pulled the gigantic door open, slipping inside and becoming one with the shadows...

...

relationships

Renata

Tomas had always thought that he was too far removed from love. He certainly had not experienced much of it throughout his life, having grown up in the dirty, forgotten back alleys of a major metropolis. But when he met her, something changed within him. She was kind, and warm, and she lit up every time she saw him - something that no other human had ever done for Tomas. They were both lonely, wanting to be seen as more than what the world wanted them to be. As the snow quietly fell around them with every passing night, they created a place for each other within their hearts, pure and strong and unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and they patiently learned what love could do for the soul.

...And then they took it all away.

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