Played by: Kollin Bode


Phone: (608)448-8836

Character Name: Syms

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Class: Cleric

Age: Only 20

Race: Syndar

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Dark Brown

Occupation: Helping hand and acolyte of Lunara.

Known Skills: Healing, mana supply, as well as basic armor, and weapon use.

Birthplace: City of New Hope

Appearance: A thin built Serous Syndar male, with pale skin, long brown hair, and shorter ears.

Notable Traits: Poor eyesight, and a crooked left foot, making him especially likely to get lost.

Relationships: Unlike most Syndar I have 2 siblings, one older, and one younger. He also has developed a mutual trust amoung a band of 3 equally young humans, looking to form a faction.

Rumors: Other Syndar think often think of him as reckless or too quick to trust. Or that I am too quick to turn and run when the tide turns against me. Even some humans and ulven think the same. Whispers also say that I had a surgery to shorten my ears, to appear human at a glance.

Young life as a Syndar has often been deemed a simple one, filled with academics, chores, and many other a day’s learnings. Although there is so much more to the city of Newhope than just Celestial Arragonnes’ district, it is here where many of the Syndar colonists live, grow up in, or go to school. We’re taught about our past as a race, about the rights and the wrongs in the world. We’re taught about the perils we may face in lands far from home, and how to make the most of our status as simple refugees. While all these teachings may serve well the more careful decision-makers among us, one lesson sticks with me more than most. That although we may be more gifted in our purpose than others in touch with the mana stream, we are not meant for ourselves. We are all people of thought and purpose, and it is our duty as their superiors to aid them in their struggles. Time and time again, I have read the scrolls that talk about the honored few, the sanctified clerics of the Reclament, fulfilling their sacred duties to our people. For as rash as they may say I am, I know for a fact that the aid of others is not a dream born to fall in the mud. And that the real aid is to be given on the frontier of discovery.

So I know, in my heart of hearts, that though the adventuring life is often one of peril and despair, my help, given to those in need, is worth any sacrifice I may befall. So with my belief, I take on this mantle of health, and bare it to my friends, and show them that though fear is near, hope shines much brighter. For now, I tend to my studies, and daydream of a life of adventure and purpose.

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