Character History:
Since the day the gods' realm cracked and Xelhes fell, his mind has been a broken window pane. As he fell from the heavens, tearing across sky; plummeting into the Storm Bay, and with the impact felt everything he knew shatter into small fragments. Acting on sheer instinct, he began to flail his limbs to propel himself towards the shore not far away, displaying a very awkward form of swimming. Making it to shore and collapsing, Xelhes tried to sift through the broken memories in his head. Everything was scattered, fragmented, and then covered in a haze. He knew what he had been, an entity beyond the mortal realm, yet now he felt mortal, bound to flesh once more. He could recall a world far more wondrous than this, but he could not comprehend how, or most of the memories he had of it. As well, his name itself from that world, the only thing truly clear, was something his vocal cords could not form, there were simply no sounds available to make it audible. The closest thing he could come up with his past name was Xelhes, and even that was a far cry from what was once his identity.
Slowly collecting his thoughts and what memories remained, Xelhes began to walk away from the shore, the remnants of the sun's light warming his back. With in minutes he began to understand his situation. He had to find shelter, a village or some form of domestication, or else fend for himself in the wild, a difficult thing indeed. Making his way forward, he began to try and examine his surroundings, looking for any possible food in case civilization could not be found. As the last of the sun's rays vanished totality, Xelhes felt himself change. His mind began to clear, memories becoming comprehend-able, and other memories arising, memories from past lives...memories that no longer had purpose. Though most of Xelhes' fall was still a mystery to him, he knew one thing. Syna and Leth, neither had prevented it, and instead allowed it to occur. They had left him, sent him back to the mortal world, and for that, he had no faith in them. What were gods who had disposed of one who had been loyal to them? Gods who deserved nothing, though the thought of having no faith to place in a diety was an odd one indeed. It felt like a sin, something unacceptable, but he knew nothing of the other gods, or how to prove loyalty to them. It was only then he noticed his hunger and thirst had vanished, and he realized it was during the night that he once again became closer to the being he once was.
Moving forward, and collecting a small amount of what seemed to be edible berries, paying further attention to his surroundings. This current form felt less mortal than the other, but the mere fact that he still existed in a physical form gave proof that he could most likely get hurt, or die. Progressing further, Xelhes eventually reached the settlement of Denval, where people were seemingly warm, but only when they believed he bore news of the outside world. He was unable to answer their questions, for he knew nothing of the outside world, only what fragments remained of his memory. Memories that dated back years ago, when the world was a different place. His world was long gone and replaced with this. He was given cloths to cover his naked body, as well as nourishment and shelter when needed, though for each he was to perform errands for the individuals supplying. During this time, he would read novels, dictionaries, and such in order to try and expand the limited knowledge he had, and to better communicate with those around him. His various odd jobs also helped him expand his knowledge on various things, as well as develop personal skills as well. It did not take long though for people to see how distant Xelhes was. He would talk to others, but never smiled, and seemed detached from the world. It was obvious he did not view social interaction as necessary, and only did so in order not to seem ungrateful for the kindness the various inhabitants had shown him .
During this time as well, Xelhes' curiosity in books grew, as he craved knowledge. This was the world he was stuck in at this time, and if we wanted the best chance of survival, he needed to know as much as he could. While searching through various books, he came across an old one that spoke of the art of Morphing, the text battered, worn, and seemingly hidden so no one would ever know of its existence. Taking it upon himself, Xelhes kept the book, the owner not seeming to notice, or care. He read it often, trying to memorize what he could in the faded text, learning about the basic theory behind the art, and how one needed to understand a subject anatomy fully before any form could be truly learned. Keeping his knowledge of the art secret, in fear that others would fear it, or magic itself, Xelhes slowly began to accumulate money of his own, gaining enough funds to afford food, his own clothing, basic survival equipment such as a flint, shelter, and far more knowledge than when he first entered the settlement. Though he still lives in the general area of the settlement and visits it often, he still remains as distant as the first day he arrived, if not more so. He has no friends in the area, only people who have aided him in the past. Once he has come to better understand the world, he plans to travel to other regions and further develop his skills, maybe become faithful to another deity, and possibly even gain a travel companion. However, his fear of abandonment still constantly plagues his mind, for he never wishes to feel the day he did when he fell from the heavens, and will do what he can to prevent it from occurring ever again. |