A lot of things make Py angry. But one of the sure fire ways to rustle his jimmies to harm someone he cares for/has promised to protect. Also blaming him when all he’s done is his Best ™.
16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?
Spring, especially spring in Pandaria. He and his mentor would go to the arboretum in spring and he loves seeing the flowers on the trees bloom and all the serpents. Inside Pythag is a softie who likes nature.
Please remember, Blinded Fate nerds, no EVENT logs should be posted until the whole week and a half long event is over! We like to give all our teams equal chances to pass events! NO LEGGIES UP.
[Maulfalcon]: "Thor'del, can we move the fuck out already?"
Séumas nods, "Alright then follow me! Might be a long walk though." go bear go
Evensun glowers.
Jasirel shrugs at her group, she doesnt know this place at all
Picklet smiles at Saintclare, glances back and - ah. Evensun. He smiles at the man too, but - hoo boy. He looks forward. Hoo boy. Suddenly he's feeling some pressure.
Jasirel chuckles and feels the wind in her hair, CAMP HUNTING TIME
Esmunde is shivering, teeth rattling, he does not like this gold. nope.
[Maulfalcon]: "SLOW ASSES."
Saintclare farts
[Jasirel]: RUDE
You blow a kiss to Maulfalcon.
[Saintclare]: Gosh...
[Picklet]: OUR SPOT!
[Saintclare]: GOSH
[Jasirel]: hmm
[Esmunde]: Skulls...
[Jasirel]: danger
[Jasirel]: or safe
[Pythaggoras]: Who's in for danger?
[Ichelus]: Skulls mean... death! And we're dead. So safe?
[Jasirel]: ME!
Pythaggoras cackles.
[Vahndyr]: Fuckin' YEAH.
Esmunde purses his lips.
Jasirel holds up her hand reeeeal high, "DANGER DANGER!!"
[Pythaggoras]: Let's just peek, at least.
[Jasirel]: hmm
[Pythaggoras]: We peeked, now we're outtie.
[Jasirel]: lotso humans
[Ichelus]: I was expecting something.. scarier.
[Pythaggoras]: Too many living.
[Jasirel]: damn
[Vahndyr]: Gross.
[Esmunde]: What about that building over there?
[Jasirel]: WOW! look at the sea!
[Ichelus]: Hmm.
[Pythaggoras]: Let's go check it out.
[Jasirel]: not much of a house
[Pythaggoras]: PFT
[Ichelus]: A bit underwhelming.
[Pythaggoras]: Wanna check the High Ground?
[Jasirel]: it was a TRICK!
Ichelus nods.
[Esmunde]: Sure
[Jasirel]: no time like the present
[Jasirel]: plus the higher up we are, the taller we'll feel
[Jasirel]: o h
Esmunde chuckles.
[Pythaggoras]: Damnit
Séumas eyes danny but nods at Lovi, "I'll get the fire going!"
Tevrinth blinks.
[Ichelus]: I see this spot is occupied.
[Jasirel]: well,,,, we can give this ground to the SHORT group
[Pythaggoras]: This is what we get for investigating the danger.
Séumas stares at Jas, and puffs up.
Jasirel looks around, hmm not much of a camp
[Pythaggoras]: Hmm.... surely theres somewhere.
[Pythaggoras]: How the fuck
[Pythaggoras]: Did we pass this?
[Vahndyr]: Admit it. I am a fuckin' genius.
Pythaggoras whistles.
[Ichelus]: Nice view.
[Pythaggoras]: Look at that view! You did great, Vahnny boy.
[Jasirel]: well the view IS nice
[Pythaggoras]: We wanna keep looking before we settle?
[Jasirel]: id like to look more, this place is HUGE
[Ichelus]: Perhaps a good idea. Maybe there is something better out there.
[Vahndyr]: If you think you can top it, sure.
[Ichelus]: With less earth quaking.
[Jasirel]: and maybe more trees
Ichelus doesnt even touch the ground, how picky.
[Pythaggoras]: Off we go then.
[Pythaggoras]: Hey Jas
[Pythaggoras]: You wanted an island
Ichelus laughs.
[Pythaggoras]: You want that one?
Pythaggoras laughs.
[Pythaggoras]: Other one had a better view.
[Vahndyr]: Professional fuckin' camp finder right here man.
[Jasirel]: mhm
[Ichelus]: Not bad.
Pythaggoras points to the dense trees. "Wanna check there before we settle with our nice beach cliff?
[Ichelus]: Yes!
Jasirel nods at Py
[Pythaggoras]: Back to the first camp it is.
[Pythaggoras]: That's where we'll call home.
[Vahndyr]: Fuck yeah!
[Pythaggoras]: Shame all the shorties took that good spot.
[Pythaggoras]: But now we get a nice view.
[Jasirel]: i think we could beat them
[Jasirel]: ok, so this is home?
[Pythaggoras]: Yep
[Jasirel]: we only got two huts, gonna be close quarters
[Pythaggoras]: I'm sure someone packed a tent, right?
[Vahndyr]: You're damn right I did. Got all that shit.
[Pythaggoras]: Good, so at least two tents and these huts. We should be fine.
Frankíe nods! Patting the bundles in her mount's saddlebags.
Jasirel stares at the two tents for a long time. She points at the right one, "i want THAT one"
Pythaggoras dismounts Lady and Darling. "Get cozy, y'all. We'll be here a bit."
[Jasirel]: who wants to share with me? bunk buddies and all that
Jasirel lies down.
Frankíe sets about settling her wolves in. Keeping out of everyone's way.
[Ichelus]: I wonder why it's abandoned. It's lovely here.
[Esmunde]: TO CLOSE
Pythaggoras unpacks his shit, mostly a tent, bedroll, booze, and some food for his rylak.
Esmunde huddles up as close to the fire as he can get without his robes catching light.
Pythaggoras hums. "Not many defenses. Should we set a watch rotation?"
Jasirel looks into her bag for things to unpack, to be completely honest theres not much. she takes out her journal and pats it. all she needs really
[Vahndyr]: Why bother, we got watchdogs.
Vahndyr points at Frank and her two massive pooches.
Esmunde nods, "I'm sure Frankies friend would awake us if there was any trouble."
[Esmunde]: Frankie's friends*))
[Jasirel]: of course fleabag can, hes a good dog! he'd be great at watching too
Pythaggoras shrugs. "Suit yourselves."
Frankíe || Fleabag gives a big boof. He's the BEST watchwolf.
[Ichelus]: Well, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
Jasirel tosses fleabag a treat, what a good watchdog!
[Frankíe]: I can take watches. M-makes sense, since I have my rifle..
Jasirel awkwardly looks away and mumbles, "shes a good shot"
Frankíe || Fleabag BOLTS over, snapping up the treat, then hounding around Jas. More???
Jasirel is bowled over by the huge hairy dog pouncing on her, with a laugh she opens her bag, revealing a WHOLE PILE OF TREATS, Jas only packed the essentials
Pythaggoras nods. "I can take one as well."
[Ichelus]: I can volunteer as well.
Vahndyr shrugs. "Yeah, same here."
Esmunde looks up from the fire, "I suppose I can take a shift."
[Ichelus]: And that way the huts won't be so cramped if we're taking turns.
Frankíe || Fleabag loses his shit. He loves you Jas, you're the best dogmom.
Jasirel plants a kiss on fleabags nose, my precious dogson
ANGRY BEAR smells something super raunchy, but also… something delicious. Ignoring the pile of gross CORPSE the bear stumbles up to a group.
ANGRY BEAR roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!
Jasirel SCREAMS LIKE A CHILD, BEAR
[Pythaggoras]: FUCKIN SHIT.
Esmunde jumps to his feet, a very unmanly yelp escapes him.
[Ichelus]: That's a bear!
Frankíe smiles aside at Py. "W-we'll have the best camp. I have a lot of outdoors experience. Th-though I imagine this isn't quite like Gil-" She's cut short, whipping her gun off her back, she slides the bolt into place. Bear!!
Jasirel grabs her bag full of treats to her chest and shileds them from the bear
Vahndyr grins wildly. Oh hell yeah.
ANGRY BEAR roars loudly, YOU ARE NOT HONEY AND/OR A PICNIC BASKET. The bear launches itself forward at Esmunde, opening his mighty jaws and attempting to maul the scrawny priestly priest.
ANGRY BEAR roars with bestial vigor at Esmunde. So fierce!
Esmunde panicked, blurts out a holy word trying to smite the bear.
Esmunde scrambles back away from the beasts claws.
Frankíe cocks her rifle, taking aim. She's shot plenty bears, this hairy menace is going down!
Pythaggoras sees the bear attacking Es and growls. Not in his house. He launches himself at the beast, claws BEARED as he rakes at the the thing.
ANGRY BEAR cackles maniacally at you.
Pythaggoras claws himself. GG Pythag.
You lie down.
Vahndyr grins. He is so fucking ready to fight. He charges the fuck in, running headlong at the bigass burr, hacking at it like an idiot.
Ichelus creates a shard of shadowfrost in his hands and lobs it at the bear. Eat this!
Jasirel hollers, "THEYRE MINE AND FLEABAGS TREATS U FIEND!!" scrambles, falling back off her bench and shoots out a wild frost bold from her hands while falling backward
Jasirel lies down.
Frankíe takes aim, firing off a shot at the bear.
ANGRY BEAR rears back, a big bear paw rubs his poor ice-hit snoot. He chuffs and charges forward, aiming with his paw to slam it into Ichelus
ANGRY BEAR misses! And slams his paw into the hut behind, getting a splinter.
ANGRY BEAR cries.
Jasirel cries, "thats MY HUT!!"
Esmunde took the moment the bear was distracted with the others to compose himself and draw the light to him, releasing it in a swift shock and a sharp word.
Esmunde moved to quickly, he dropped to his knee, opening up a recent wound not from the bear. "Dammit" he muttered.
Esmunde kneels down.
Pythaggoras springs up and tries to give a good ol kick to the burr's face. THIS. IS. not sparta.
Vahndyr curses. He'll get you this time you furry bastard. He charges the bear again, hacking wildly. Someone's enjoying themself at least.
ANGRY BEAR cries.
Ichelus , having narrowly avoided BEAR PUNCH, shoots out a mind flaying laser directed at said bear.
Jasirel scrambles up off her butt, she pats herself checking that no treats have dropped. Jas whips her head up and glares at the bear, she grabs her sword and swats at the bears nose with the dull end, BAD BEAR
Frankíe reloads, bolt sliding into place with a click. She aims and fires again.
ANGRY BEAR cackles maniacally at Jasirel.
Jasirel instead trips and falls nose first into the ground
Jasirel lies down.
ANGRY BEAR roars, he gets slammed with a blade. He coils back as blood and fur goes flying. The bear gets struck by a priestly spell, shaking his head the dire bear is ENRAGED.
ANGRY BEAR turns his maw toward Pythag, snarling. The beast lunges at him with claws ready!
Esmunde , bleeding through is robes snarls a rare shadow spell out of anger.
Pythaggoras is getting shredded. Fuck. He retaliates the same way, clawing at the beast.
Vahndyr is totally pumped after that last hit. Lets fucking do this bear! He charges at it again, hack and slash, woo!
Ichelus throws out another mind spike at the bear like a javelin.
Jasirel once again lugs her ass to her feet, she starts tearing up shes so desperate. with a sniffle she reaches into her bag and grabs a few treats, she tosses them at the bear blindly.
Frankíe whistles, gesturing with a hand. Fleabag shoots off, leaping at the bear, biting and snapping at it.
Jasirel gasps, be careful fleabag!!
ANGRY BEAR scrambles back, the bear is hurting and bleeding everywhere from the flurry of attacks. Something seems to be driving this creature absolutely mad- to an unnatural extent.
Esmunde adjusts his monocle a bit more confident with his last hit. He stands, casting yet another bolt of shadow.
ANGRY BEAR foams at the mouth, beady eyes land upon Frankie. The bear charges forward with a growl, trying to bite at the young girl’s leg.
Frankíe cries out, dropping like a lead weight, clutching her leg. A big nasty bite wound puncturing her leather gear.
Pythaggoras sees Jas throw something and scowls, pulling off his boot and chucking it at the beast. Projectiles seem to work better.
Pythaggoras | The shoe does not work.
Vahndyr launches himself at the bear. Wild dumb luck working so far. Take this sword to your FACE BEAR.
Ichelus concentrates his shadow magic as a blast to the bear's head. Take that!
Jasirel tenses, she might be on shakey terms with Frank but shes still her WIFE. Jas charges at the bear and slams into it at full force, trying to shove him away from frank.
Frankíe whines, trying to close up her bleeding leg a little. It's Fleabag who continues the assault in her stead, leaping up onto the bear's back, clawing and biting.
ANGRY BEAR is driven back, the blood of the beast that was pooling out starts to turn black. It is vomiting even more. It is a wobbly creature on the brink of death.
ANGRY BEAR uses his final bit of strength as if moved like a puppet and lunges toward Jas, trying to bite at her sword wielding arm.
Esmunde again looses a power word, hoping to smite this beast down.
Frankíe screams. "Jas!!"
Jasirel screams and drops, her arm bleeding profusely
Jasirel kneels down.
Pythaggoras yells in frustration. STOP HITTING HIS WIVES. He lunges full body at the bear and sinks his claws and teeth in, take that ya bear-stard.
Pythaggoras locks the fuck on.
ANGRY BEAR cries on your shoulder.
Vahndyr lunges at the gross, oozing bear. You're DEAD son!
[Pythaggoras]: EEEEEEEEE
Ichelus attempts to mind blast that bear one more time!
Jasirel grimices, her arms in bad shape, REAL BAD. she eyes her sword, not much use anymore she guesses. she throws it at the bear with her good hand
Frankíe ignores her bleeding leg, hobbling over to Jas's side. Her eyes huge with worry. She's there before she realises what she's doing.
Frankíe kneels down.
ANGRY BEAR is a meaty mound of shredded fur. Paws are heavy, unable to step forward. Big shoulders give a shake and the bear collapses on the ground. Final huffs of air are given, the icy air carrying the final warm puffs.
ANGRY BEAR lies down before you.
Pythaggoras lets out a fucking war cry and stands on top of the bear.
Vahndyr whoops loudly, punching a fist into the air. He's covered in bear blood, grinning wildly. "FUCK YEAH!"
Jasirel 's ears pop up in suprise at Frankie, then she suddenly lowers them and looks away awkwardly. oh jeez shes still feeling bad for how she acted, how is she supposed to talk to frank now??? she mumbles, "i-im ok"
Esmunde ignores the bear's carcass and approaces the others, "May I tend to your wounds? The Light may burn..." he trailed off, looking down at them concerned.
Frankíe 's hands hover over Jas's injured arm. "M-may I? I can h-heal now but I know you don't.. don't like.." she's speaking so quietly.
Vahndyr recoils in disgust. "Ugh.. fuckin' nasty. Wrap that shit in somethin' would'ya?"
Esmunde backs off, they seem to be able to tend to themselves.
Jasirel furrows her brows. she hesitates before sticking out her arm to Frank without a word. Theres a light blush on Jas' cheeks and she coughs awkwardly
[Pythaggoras]: Any of you got a knife?
[Ichelus]: I do, here.
Frankíe breathes out in relief. She begins tending to Jas's arm. Healing it over. The process is slow, and visibly taxing.
[Jasirel]: my sword is still in the beastie
[Frankíe]: I have skinning supplies in my saddlebags Py.
Ichelus takes a curved sacrificial knife from his shadowy form. "Oh, well, if this won't do..."
Frankíe gestures over at her other wolf, who is still sat over by the tent.
Pythaggoras takes it, grinning, he flips it a bit trying to be flashy. "Let's get some trophies from this guy. I'm sure the pets will enjoy the fresh treats."
Jasirel looks at Frank worriedly, she looks nervous and wills herself to speak, "y-you dont have to, i dont...want you to hurt"
[Ichelus]: There was something a bit off about this beast, wasn't there?
Esmunde allows himself to sit back down, he's moving stiffly again. He gingerly places a hand over his stomach calling the Light to re-close his own wound.
Frankíe shakes her head. "It doesn't hurt. J-just tiring, but it's okay. Gotta practice," she forces a small smile. In a minute she's done, flopping back onto her butt with a little huff. She looks like she just ran a mile.
Esmunde hisses as the Light flows through his body. It hurts everytime.
Pythaggoras slices into it, almost professionally. Ew, don't wanna know where he got those skills from. "Somethin's in here." He mutters, sticking his sha hand in and digging around.
You kneel down.
[Ichelus]: Something? Like something not supposed to be in a bear?
Jasirel looks at her arm, completely amazed. The purple glow died down and left a healthy and almost alive looking arm. Her mouth makes a tiny o and she looks over at frankie in suprise. "t-that was amazing"
You love ANGRY BEAR.
Pythaggoras pulls out a shard of something.... metal?
Esmunde perks up, "wait, what?" He wasn't going to ask why they were digging around in the bears guts. Oh no siree.
[Ichelus]: Oh, what IS that.
Pythaggoras gropes around for his boot, finding it blindly, he shoves the shard into it. "A piece of the sword, maybe."
[Esmunde]: You.. pulled that out of a carcass and you're just going to.. shove it in your boot..
[Pythaggoras]: I will... we will take it to Norberon when we meet at the campfire.
[Ichelus]: I got a little lightheaded just looking at it.
Pythaggoras glances at his feet. "I don't need the shoes really. Mostly for show."
Frankíe blinks, touching her hair shyly. "T-thank you, it w-wasn't much really.. I-I'm just glad you weren't hurt worse." She hisses, noticing her leg, clutching it with both hands. With a little sigh, she begins to heal that too. She doesn't do half as good a
Frankíe job though, just closing the wounds.
[Esmunde]: Maybe it's what drove the bear mad. We best handle it with care.
Esmunde looks pointedly at Pyth.
[Pythaggoras]: Boot it is, unless you wanna carry it.
Esmunde holds up his hands in a HELL NOW gesture. He's good.
Ichelus looks to Esmunde. "That thing got you good, didn't it? Are you okay?"
[Vahndyr]: Fuckin' nasty shit.. I wouldn't touch it if I were you.
Frankíe looks up.
Jasirel reaches out for frankie's hurt leg but stops herself. she coughs and stands, holding out a hand to frank, "you need help walking?" She avoids eye contact nervously
[Frankíe]: O-oh, does someone need healing?
Esmunde shakes his head, "I'm alright my dear, thank you for asking."
Frankíe looks at Jas. Glancing away, she takes the hand, stumbling to her feet. She favours her uninjured leg, and releases Jas's hand in a second. Mumbling a nervous little "t-thank you.."
Pythaggoras points to the tree. "Gonna string it up there away from us all until we go to the meeting site."
Vahndyr coughs under his breath. It sounds like the word 'gay'.
Pythaggoras sighs. "Lets get patched up and set up, then head for the camp."
Frankíe looks away, smiling nervously. "Th-thank you, I'll be okay I can uhm. I can fix it properly later.. I don't want to... to put you out."
Esmunde speaks up, "If anyone needs any healing I am happy to provide it."
Vahndyr makes a frustrated noise. Walking off, muttering about stupid ass lesbians.
Pythaggoras eyes the bear remains. "I'm gonna work on this bad boy."
You kneel down.
Jasirel is about to protest, say that NO ITS FINE!! but she freezes and looks away, awkwardly rubbing her now healed arm, "o-ok.." she walks over to the group gathered around the bear, hooo boy is she not good at this
Esmunde gags and moves away from the gore.
[Jasirel]: s-so, a bear huh
[Ichelus]: Wonder if anything else is salvageable from this creature.
Pythaggoras hums happily as he works. "Want anything specific? Heart, balls, teeth?"
Esmunde wretches. WHY MUST WE PLAY IN BEAR INTESTINES
Frankíe watches Jas go, sighing softly. She limps over to Es, gently tugging at his sleeve and looking very sheepish. "C-could you uhm.. help with my leg. I don't mind, b-but I don't want to slow everyone down.."
Pythaggoras IS PROVIDING FOR HIS RYLAK AND FRANK'S WOLVES
Jasirel reaches out a hand and pats the beast. instead of rough fur, her hand meets a silky texture. she raises her ears in suprise!
[Jasirel]: are you thinking what im thinking?
Esmunde looks up at Frankie, "Of course, my dear! Please, sit!"
Jasirel grins deviously at Pythag and vahn
Esmunde kneels before Frankíe.
Esmunde kneels before Frankíe.
Vahndyr grins widely. "Fuck me man, bear teeth and claws would make some sickass jewellery!"
Pythaggoras nods. "Hell yeah, always been a fan of the bear cloak-pelt. I'll make sure to get those claws and teeth all set for ya."
Frankíe gives Es a appreciative smile. She sits good and still, the perfect patient!
Jasirel rubs her hands more in that lovely fur, hooo baby. she presses her face into it. her muffled voice manages to be heard over the thick pelt, "i want THIS"
[Vahndyr]: You're a true bro.
Esmunde gently places his hands over Frankie's injury, he looks up at her again. "I'm sorry my dear, but this might hurt just a bit more. Are you ready?"
Frankíe nods, bracing herself. "I-I'll be fine!"
Pythaggoras sets to work. He should have it all done in two days.
Esmunde nods in reply and softly utters under his breath. Soft, golden light surround his hands and he directs the spell into Frankie's leg.
Jasirel manages to shove her head out of the fur. her eyes are sparkling with glee, "fur, py. FUR!!"
[Pythaggoras]: I got you, Jazzy. I'll make ya somethin nice.
Jasirel GRINS
Ichelus can't look away from the gruesome display.
Frankíe peeps softly, grimacing as the spell burns as it does its work. She stays still though, forcing herself to do little more than tremble. Ouch that hurts!
Vahndyr grins toothily at Jas. "You look like a fuckin' fjord princess."
Jasirel must make quite a sight, her hair a mess, COVERED in blood and fur and a grin as wide as the mountains. she winks playfully, "you bet your fine ass i am!"
Esmunde flinches, he despises that his healing magic causes pain on those he is trying to attend. "Almost done, my dear." He says as the last bit of flesh mends together.
Vahndyr sweeps over into a mock bow, snorting. "You majesty. Queen of the fuckin' bears."
Vahndyr bows before Jasirel.
Jasirel snorts and curtsies back, wobbling slightly
Jasirel bows before Vahndyr.
Frankíe lets out a breath of relief when it's over. Smiling weakly at Es. "Th-thank you so much."
[Esmunde]: You are very welcome. I wish I could do something about the scarring. They should, in time, heal on their own.
Frankíe gets up, testing her leg. Seems good! She smiles at Es. "Oh I have plenty, I don't mind. Thank you."
Esmunde smiles, "glad I could help."
Pythaggoras looks towards the trees. "Perhaps we should go meet the others." He mutters, going back to the tree and getting his shoe down. He ties it to his rylak's saddle and mounts up.
[Ichelus]: Agreed, the sooner we get that thing looked at...
[Vahndyr]: Hell yeah
Pythaggoras | TEAM SPICY strolls up, lookin like a hot mess.
*LOUD SCREAMING*
*VAGUE FLAILING IN @lychgate‘S DIRECTION*
LOOK AT MY SCREAMING TODDLER
Lych always does such wonderful work, I’m so happy! Eeeeeeee, what an upset upsidedown baby! The perfect bean for the Hanged Man tarot card for the set that @blindedfatewra is creating!
So just gotta find out more about Pythag! 8, 16, 21, 35, 41 and 42 :D
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
When he was living (both as a child and adult), he didn’t have pets. Either his parents didn’t want them in the house or he was too busy traveling and being a whore to really keep a pet. However, after he died and after he pretty much lost his shit to the sha, he picked up a few animals. His first one was Lady and Darling the rylak, after that he found a cloud serpent that he named Blossom, and after that was his pups Buttercup and Daisy (who became sha corrupted as well and are now big enough to be mounts). He found Khan the tiger recently, poor thing was fel touched in draenor, and gave him some shado pan armor and kept him. He also has another pup, Rosebud, but that’s another story alltogether. I guess you could say he likes animals.
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
Beer bottles. Do those count? His old home in Pandaria is absolutely cluttered with empty bottles of beer (and many other kinds of booze really).
21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?
DOES HE HAVE A TEMPER? Oh boy. He has the shortest fuse to his temper, just say something wrong about his friends and he’s gonna try to knock your lights out. He gets really snarky and sarcastic (moreso than usual) and tries to rile the other person up first so that he can look back and go “they hit me first”. What a manipulative bastard he is, yep.
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
His guilty pleasure would have to be feeding, and I mean that in a nonsexual way. He can’t really eat anymore, so he lives vicariously through feeding other people food.
His unguilty pleasure would have to be flirting wildly. Like, it is UNBELIEVABLE how much he loves flirting, even when he knows and expects it to go nowhere. Your SO right there? He’s gonna saddle on up to you and put on the moves and he doesn’t care who sees.
41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?
He’s bisexual, likes the mens and the ladies. He likes a bit of sweetness but also a sharp wit that they’re not afraid to use. They have to be smaller than him, mostly because overpowering is kinda his thing :B
42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?
His goal used to be to become a well published and well known philosopher, but dying put a total cramp on that. Now his goal is just trying to keep everyone he holds dear safe. That’s all he wants to do. His secret ambition is to hone his skills using Whisper to eventually start a new monk path for those who have also become prey of sha corruption- focused around, instead of ignoring negative emotions, using them in productive ways. But that is a pipe dream (and personally idk if its even lore-possible so I will probably neeeeever go there).
