Zoffi

Family and all that...

Parents: My mum was a wood elf and my dad was a human. My dad wasn't around, and my
mum swiftly moved on to another partner (another wood elf). Neither of them really
wanted me around, and I was left behind (abandoned) near the border of Moyatochi
when I woke up one morning.

Siblings: If I have any, no one's told me about them.

Master: Picked up by a human monk by the name of Lureene Greycastle when I was
roaming around the borders of the Old Empire, between Pagovia and Santiache, who's
been my parental figure all my life. She has the patience of a saint, dealing with
me this long.

Friends: Baern Foamtankard. A hill dwarf after my own heart, he is. He%u2019s a
cleric by trade from a merchant family. Family backstory is as dodgy as mine. Loves
a laugh, does Baern. We met on an official road to Liotini. I didn%u2019t like the
look of the bandit robbing him, and he%u2019s stuck to me ever since. Scrawny guy
for a dwarf, but very sharp.

Romantic interests: There was this lady I was with for a while. I thought we had a
good thing going. Then she disappeared one night, and I haven%u2019t heard from her
since. So, stop asking me about her, Baern, or I%u2019ll deck you.

General personality...

Being abandoned certainly left me with what my master fondly (exasperatedly) refers
to as "behavioural issues". I get pretty jealous of other people's happy family
lives if they feel the need to flaunt it in my face. I have a bit of a temper /
aggression issue if I think you've done me (or those I hold dear) wrong. I'm
basically a wild monkey (as the other members of the monastery tell me constantly
and with little fondness). Besides my master and one close friend, I don't really
do the "trust" thing well.

My attitude towards magic is I've seen it done before, but never really got into it
myself.

I'm generally down for the whole wood elf respectability towards strangers...
unless you cross me. To friends and family (what little of those I claim), I'm
certainly more sarcastic and self-deprecating. I would go to the Abyss and back for
them. Not a great fan of humans or elves, but my general rule of thumb is we won't
have any issues if you don't give me a reason to have any issues. Your race and
personal life choices won%u2019t be one.

I like to mind the business that pays me, but if you're doing a bad / shitty thing
so obviously in my face, I'm going to say something (possibly with my fists).
Journey so far...

I left the monastery (**cough** was kicked out **cough**) when I was around 20 to
"gain experience". I did eavesdrop on the head of the monastery saying what a
bloody relief it would be to not have me and my temper around to deal with for a
while. The health of my beloved master is poor, though after she was injured by her
master, the previous head. But that's a long story and none of your business.
Anyways, my main focus in going out into the world is to search for a cure to their
specific ailment.

I've done all sorts and met all sorts on my journey. Followed a travelling cleric
who was proficient in medicine for a bit. Been part of a circus (before razing the
place to the ground; but I got acquitted for that, hehe). Tried my hand at being a
bodyguard once or twice. Picked up many a woodcarving job along the way. The folks
here in the Old Empire aren't the friendliest when they catch sight of my ears, but
I'm also not the kind of person to tolerate you looking at me funny, so I've gotten
by alright.

Why am I on this prison boat, you ask?

It actually wasn't my fault this time.

I'd just finished off a job in Liotini with plans to reconvene with my good friend
in the next city over. I planned to have a pint at my inn, and set off at dawn the
next day. But wouldn't you know that a right bastard and his motley crew of half-
baked nitwits come in all drunk and start having a go at me, completely unprovoked
(probably because of the ears, I reckon). One biting comment led to another and the
lead bastard had dumped the whole tankard on my head.

I know if I'd just left it be, the night would have ended with me having to take a
frigid bath before sleeping in a cold hard bed (the innkeeper was a true
hospitality man, he was).

Ha.

Well, suffice to say the guard was called and they had to dismantle the heap of
bodies where I laid in the middle, choking the life out of the bastard's bleeding
body, having sustained quite a few wounds myself. The bastard was still breathing
though. Just. Everyone said that I was the inciting troublemaker, and the guard
shackled me and hauled me off with nary another word. And the rest, as they say, is
stuck on this godsforsaken boat.
Any further questions?

(but seriously, if there any other questions or suggestions, please let me know :)

Bioreconstrusion appeared 20-30 years ago

Started out benovolent - augment human form to help survive (curing illness,
healing limbs, etc.)

Tots perverted by the madmen

Bioreconstructionists turned to elves because they had not been able to crack long
life (only extending life)

Went to war with the high elves and ruined and ransacked

Guilds became fabulously wealthy and lords of the cities became almost demigods

Issues with internal guild shit

Ran out of materials so started harvesting the denizens of the two cities

Zhilchester - benefited from the sacking of elven culture

- engage in flesh crafting (some good, some really fucking

- guild of bioreconstructionists very powerful

- Kesa and Zhilchester have been ravaged by the war between bioreconstructionists
guilds of both states

Liotini - coastal city (Portsmouth)

- not too rule bound; just don't rock the boat

- has a big military / navy presence (you really don't go there unless you're
military)

Religiously ambivalent. If gods and saints exist, they certainly don't care about
me, so why should I care about them?

Theme: focused on those close to them, esp. finding a cure for their master.

Loves: "cute" and "cuddly" creatures (the metrics for which are pretty fucked up;
see: cuddling an eldritch abomination that claws at the fabric of reality).

Detests: enclosed spaces; claustrophobic af.

Magically aware (at least about the Aspects and theory), but would rather just
punch things instead.

Mask: Blank and white