~QUICK STATS~
Name Ivan Caspar
Age 32
Gender Male
Species Magical Beast (Formerly Human)
Ethnicity Was Connlaothian
Height 6'1" at shoulder
Occupation Former Ansgarian Cleric and Archeologist
Residence Niahi Woods
~IN-DEPTH STUFF~ Ivan is a large beast possessing a leonine head, four triangular ears, a muscular body, the front legs of a dragon, the hind legs of a lion, and a long and powerful tapered tail ending in a toothy secondary maw. He is covered in dense red fur with an orange razor-mane and a reddish-orange underside. His head is decorated by a pair of curved horns made of a hard material resembling obsidian, engraved with magical runes of an unknown language.
PersonalityIvan is, understandably, going through Some Shit (tm). He was a good, God-loving, magic-fearing Connloathian, a proud warrior for Ansgar, and a loving fiancée. He is deeply troubled by suddenly finding himself as a being of filthy magic, a monster to be cleansed. Yet the power inside his bestial frame didn't
feel wicked; it felt like a natural part of him. He was always taught that magic was an inherently unnatural force, draining life from the world. Now, he has doubts but tells himself that those aren't his true thoughts; he is simply processing feeling forsaken by his god.
Ivan is brave, loyal, and intelligent. He has long taken pride in being forgiving and open-minded, even if he put his faith before those things if there was a conflict. He loves nature and animals, but obviously he didn't want to
be one.
Magic/AbilitiesFire Beam - He can launch a beam of fire from the space between his horns.
Regenerative Healing
Night Vision
Fireproof
RelationshipsMaerwynn - The woman he was to marry.
HistoryIvan was an Ansgarian cleric whose order was dedicated to the cataloging and cleansing of ancient sites in Connloath. Sometimes this involved merely nullifying enchantments, but other times it involved slaying monsters, so he had to be a priest, a warrior, and a scholar. His life was dangerous, but good. He was a rising star in the order and had won the heart of a woman above his station.
Then he lost everything. While exploring a ruin that had been uncovered by miners, he entered the wrong chamber at the wrong time. Bathed in reflected moonlight, the chamber's magic was activated and he was washed in flames. However, they did not burn. Instead, they twisted his flesh into a monstrous new form and he found himself outside. Unable to yet speak with his new mouth, he could do nothing to explain himself to his comrades as they tried to kill him. Injured and not wanting to die, he fled into the mountains to seek refuge elsewhere.
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