Paich

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• • Name: Paich
  • Gender: Other
  • Played by: Paich
  • Name: Enkhtuyaa
  • Other Names: Paich, Lysander, Sylas
  • Creature Type: Forest Spirit, Nature Elemental
  • Age: 22
  • Height: 6'3"
  • Complexion: Quite fair, darker back with white spots like a spotted deer.
  • Hair: Auburn
  • Eyes: Green
  • Likes: Fruits and vegetables of all kinds, animals of all kinds, any growing and living thing.
  • Dislikes: Overly cooked meat, itchy clothing.
  • Fighting Style: Does not fight. Tries to talk peace and if that is impossible runs away.
  • Skills: Mild manipulation over nature and weather (must be bonded to the land to have strong ability). Some skills at changing form and shifting (only to the creatures native to the land bonded to).
  • Personality: Quiet, meek, timid initially. When warmed up, enthusiastic and curious. Unless frustrated, then somewhat fiesty.

• Description

  Normal- Eyes bright and green as spring, dappled yellow. Young and handsome, softer features of a male not fully grown. Only just over six foot with a lean build that was not so lacking in muscular definition or given near enough grace to be called lithe. Auburn hair kept neat. Antlers not yet what they might be, three prongs on each and the length still stubbed short, called him young. Fair skin with a track of tan from shoulderblades to tailbone flecked with white spots that resembled a deer. His clothing was chosen by a hand with an eye for formality. White silken chemise with well pressed dark grey pants and a double brested vest to match. Shoes were polished well. All about his manner and dress suggested the man was in the business of service.
  
  Feral- Young buck of rather unimpressive stature. No taller han most youths and antlers that could seem shorter and somewhat more stubby. Fur the color of cream far more pale than natural save for a darker brown more shaggy in length strip down his back. White spots speckle he dark fur down to his hind quarters. Perhaps he could be called below average if he were only the deer that he would appear, but beyond the simple resemblance there was more. Given the season, those antlers sprouted and grew. Vines wrapped and tangled on what small purchase they could find. Spring, budding and blossoming flowers in soft pinks and pastel yellows. Come summer, lively green leaves fanning out. Fall saw them wilt in colors of burnt orange and amber and in winter as bare as if there had never been. Eyes like smooth marble orb leaves with spidering green veins, pupils a yellow midrib.