OOT: gonna make a few characters. name: Warden Ingris age: 28 sex: M weapons: Greatsword creature/ability: Self Cloning, each clone represents a side of his personality, Limited to 2 clones, same tankiness, same skill as normal version. name: Sevgran The Tormented Servant age: 26 sex:M weapons: Spear, and Claws creature/abilities: Has a pet wolf linked reactions. Beasthood ails him taking preventative measures. Sevgran the Tormented Servant had walked miles, His companion matching his stride. Eth, he named his wolf, taken as a pup and raised at a young age he became his loyal companion. Timid at first, it was broken quickly. Sevgran trained him well almost as well enough to call him a warrior himself. As he walked he reflected... (flashback) "Your holiness" Sevgran kneeled. "How may I serve the Lord today." He kept his head low to show respect to his higher up, His dedication to the Lord would never falter. "Raise your head child." The high priest had a look of sorrow on his face. "My Child." He paused. "It is with heavy heart I inform you, You may no longer practice at this holy grounds. As your faith has seemed to flee from you... We are aware you reported an illness moons ago, however, it is said you had locked yourself away for the past 3 days and upon exiting your room your hands looked like that of a beast. Upon reasonable suspicion and investigation to be held. We concluded you have practiced the dark arts." "Your holiness... This must be a mistake." He was cut off by the priest. "No mistakes. You are to leave the grounds immediately." Sevgran stood from his kneeling position and immediately did as the church requested of him. As he was wandering he heard a violin playing. It was an alluring sound, as he loved music and the peaceful harmony produced by the strings of a violin he followed the noise and it lead him to a cave. There he saw a queerly dressed man playing in the center. His look may have been uneasy but it must have been part of the act, he waited and listened. The unnoticed visitor enjoying the notes fly as they play. Completely drawn away from the world and what existed. All he saw was the music. Until it stopped. He had made himself known. "Please, continue playing. I can understand you when you play." The words as empty as they may be. Meant something to him in his own mind.