Galeno

[Galeno]

Galeno  The tiny Artist Race: Pycon Birthday & Age: Unknown; 13Years (Birthday: \OOC KNOWLEDGE/ 49th day of Summer, 499AV) (NOTE: my account is registered for Galeno's birthday. I'm in my twenties IRL) Gender: Male Languages: Common(Fluent) Physical Description  I am about three-and-half inches tall, not at all tiny for a Pycon, mind you. I don't have any real hair color or such, but I am made out of light, reddish-gray clay, like most of my people. My true form is actually quite beautiful, if I do say so myself. I like my hair long, but tied up lightly in a horsetail so it only falls to about my shoulders. Altogether, I have a very slim form, wearing a simple longsleeve, sash, and pants that were sculpted with me. I do wear a small, dewdrops-shaped pendant, however, on a thread around my neck. I found it in the river one day, so I... Ahem, borrowed, some thread to tie it off.  (OOC Note: Galeno is roughly four pounds in weight.) Character Concept I find myself to be very unique. While other Pycon are off on their own adventures, I very much prefer to stay safe in the city, because, honestly, being shoved into tight areas was not a fun thing for me. I remember being sold to a rather tall man who wasn't very nice at all. After he carried me around in a very dark jug, and forced me to squeeze in and out of that small neck, I decided that being a pet wasn't fun. I gave up adventuring Ubecause I believe the outside world is cruel and scary. I like writing and painting more, or reading about distant cities. Though I still don't mind the occasional journey!  Personality  I've heard that it's Weird for me to like arts. But writing is interesting- especially when the utensil is bigger than me! I can get a bit snappy, however, at people who irk me in such a way that they need to be punished for it. I may be tiny, but if my personality was physical, I'd be just as big as one of you fleshier beings. Overall, though, I think I'm a very docile person. I enjoy staying in Mura, rather than traveling. It's safe there. Besides- I don't get stuffed into jugs there! (OOC Notes: Galeno is easily distracted, and also very childish. He is as stubborn as a toddler, with all the curiosity that comes with it. This gets him into trouble occasionally, as he never fully grasps a concept.) Ethics Morals? I suppose that playing mean tricks is not a morale... Likes Ooh! I like writing. And drawing. Though sometimes it's hard because most writing utensils or quills are bigger than me. I also like to be around the Konti, since they are kind to me, though a lot of them seem very sad to me. (OOC Notes: Galeno never travels willingly without a companion) Dislikes Jugs and bottles. Do not get me started on jugs and bottles. I don't like them, being in them, or playing them like a flute. No. No jugs, or any containers I can be stuffed in. They are dark, and scary, and most often taste like sour liquor. Character History Pre-Creation  I still don't know exactly how I did it, but the first thing I remember is being in a flask in a Horse Clan's marketplace. I knew it was a horse clan because, well, there were horses. Lots of horses. Anyways, so this woman- she had very pretty blue eyes, by the way- decides to keep me in the flask. She fed me a good amount of clay, though, so it was obvious I was wanted alive. I saw some crazy things those days- I didn't know it was possible to stand on a galloping horse! Not that I would know, anyways. Getting squashed by hooves isn't exactly my favorite thing to do. Anyways, so this lady sells me to this man. I don't know if he was of the Horse Clans or not, but he was huge! She is kind enough to simply break the flask open, and not make me wriggle through that tiny opening(Which is quite painful, mind you fleshlings) into the man's hand. A few steps away later, and... I'm shoved into a jug.  I don't know how long I was in there. Years? But it reeked of fermented fruit, and would have made me nauseous if I could feel. He dropped good amounts of clay in for me to nibble on, and sometimes let me come out and stretch if I wanted to. But the man made me do the most horrid things! He would force me out by pouring water in the jug, and then make me mold Into anything he needed that was small, really. He once forced me to serve as a bowl for scalding hot soup. That was the night I ran away. I had enough of adventure.  The region we were in at the time was very serene, but not very suitable for me. Being alone, I began to suffer from abandonment and slowly found myself feeling worse and worse. I lay under a tree and felt like turning to stone.  A passing woman picked me up in her palm, however, and took me back to that dreaded man. And you know what he did? Stuffed me n a bottle with a note saying 'Free to a good home' and plopped me into the ocean! The OCEAN! I'm getting seasick...   Post Creation  *None, at the moment Lore Lore- Painting with oils Lore- Building shelter(Plains) Training & Skill Points -Escape Artist 10/100 (Racial Bonus) -Painting 20/100(SP) -Calligraphy 10/100(SP) -drawing 15/100(SP) -Wilderness Survival 5/100(SP) Earned Skill/Points *None yet!  Equipment/Possessions 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: Food for a week(Clay) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel 1 Glass bottle(2GM) One horsehair paintbrush "borrowed" from a his mother(Heirloom) -No housing (Currently floating around in a bottle) Ledger 100 Gold Rimmed Mizas +500 GoldRimmed Mizas(Housing Package) -2GM(Bottle)