Grim The Eiyon SERVICE REQUIRES SACRIFICE "Death comes to all. But some need a little push." "Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams" 001. Appearance Date of Birth: 1st of Winter 495AV Age: Twenty Two Race: Half-Isur Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Straight Location: Riverfall Profession: Eiyon, Undertaker's Assistant Alignment: True Neutral Gnosis: One mark Eiyon Fluent: Common Basic: Vani Poor: Isur Flesh can be fooled, the spirit cannot Grim is a tall individual, standing at six foot, three inches of height. His frame, although tall, is rather slender with lean, well toned muscles. His silky black mane is kept short in length, not taking form of any particular style - with every strand going in the direction it pleases. Grim lets several unkempt bangs curtain in front of his pale face, obscuring one of his grayish-obsidian eyes. Underneath the dark layers of robes, ones that hang over his somewhat broad shoulders, one could notice the slight bluish tint on the skin of his left arm, betraying his Isurian heritage. Regularly shaved, his rounded chin gives his face a rather tame and soft look, one that sharply contrasts his overall appearance. As far as clothing goes, Grim prefers to keep them simple. His affinity towards black is clearly seen as it is the dominating color of everything he wears. Over a simple black shirt and pair of pants of the same color, Grim wears a tattered robe and scarf. For added protection, the Eiyon fashions leather armor, one who's color perfectly blends with that of the robe it hides underneath. "Only those that fear life itself, can fear death" 002. Personality Likes: Rain, Mist, Sea, Graveyards, Winter, Ale Dislikes: Heat, Summer, Undead, Noise Ethics: Stoic Calmness is the cradle of power Grim is one of the rare few gifted with an incredible amounts of patience, be it with people, or at the workplace. His calm demeanor, and ever present kind smile can be disrupted by few things, those being individuals that believe themselves entitled to an extension of their lives. Grim is a kind-natured individual, who often goes out of his way to aid strangers, even if that could spell doom for him. However, he is rather prideful, and doesn't look down kindly on those that would point out him being mixed-blood in an insulting manner. Even though his father was a human, Grim still holds a strong bound towards his mother's people trough blood. This is manifested in his strive for perfection, willingness to get stronger, and an unexplainable joy he finds in crafts. He is zealous in his faith, and upholds Dira's creed to the best of his possibilities. It is worth noting that the Eiyon experiences melancholy attacks from time to time. During these periods, his mood darkens, and he prefers keeping to himself - in some dark and isolated corner if possible. The situation he has found himself in is quite uncommon. Seeing as an half-Isur that would put worshiping death on top over the blood bond the shares with the patron of his mother's people, Izurdin. "I never really chose Death, It chose me" 003. History Once you realize that everything is changing, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you can't achieve Pre-Creation History During the first day of Winter 495 AV, before the early morning darkness cleared, cries of a newborn child could be heard from the run down cottage, one that belonged to Asfar, the grave keeper of the Dust Bed. In a place so filled with death, life seemed so out of place... Most that knew him would say that Asfar was an odd individual. He would speak tales of the places he visited, claiming that there wasn't a crack on Mizahar he didn't explore, no river he hadn't sailed and no mountain he hadn't scaled. As for later, when he 'got snatched', as he would say, by his wife, he would come to settle in Sunberth - even though, he never truly melded in with the local populace. His son, Asfar named Grim. By this alone, one could figure that the grave keeper had a rather odd sense of humor. Grim had grown up in the cemetery, surrounded by graves and memorials of the people that once existed. Death was something mundane, and the boy grew accustomed to it. His father, despite the fact that he did not want his son to follow in his footsteps, taught Grim the basics of the undertaker's trade, among the other skills he knew. His mother in the other hand, a proud Isur, taught the boy the value of strength, of both mind and body. One day however, Grim's childhood met an untimely end. Picking up a body wasn't anything unusual, it was just another part of Asfar's job as the grave keeper. One person was heard screaming from the heart of Dust Bed Ridge. Assuming it was just another would-be-wizard in search for ancient knowledge within the tombs, he presumed that the man was probably killed off by as pack of wolves. Within the lands of the Ridge, such beasts, vicious and territorial in nature, weren't an uncommon sight. With several other men, Asfar went to retrieve the body. However, he would never return. According to Simon, the sole survivor if the 'attack', a single Chained One, monstrous in appearance, massacred the party. Be it by luck, or whatever other force, Simon escaped the agent of Uldr, only to return covered in a mix of sweat and blood. Zeyna, not without hope in her heart, rushed to the place Simon described, planting a single kiss on her son's forehead before departing after her husband. Even though Grim waited by the door of their home, she never returned. Dust Bed wasn't long without a new keeper. Soon, Jebediah would come and take his father's place. Grim never really saw his parent's corpses. Jebediah told Grim that he had incinerated them, claiming that those who have been killed by the undead shouldn't be buried besides the rest, because they could spread the curse of Returning. In Sunberth, orphans were many, and Grim wasn't any different than the rest of them. Even with this in mind, Jebediah offered the boy a job as one of his body retrievers. Grim, now alone, accepted the job out of necessity. |