Name: Pyre
Race: Tiefling
**Character Sheet Basics**
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-Twenties, he assumes.
Faction: Doomguard
Deities Worshiped: Loki, Eris, Cyric. A smattering of various deities of death, disease, fire, destruction, and luck.
**Appearance**
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Red, unless held back in a pony tail it constantly waves about like a flame. Even when held back it never stops shimmering and glowing like the embers of a dying fire.
Skin: A burnt red color. It's always very warm to the touch.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
The ambient temperature rose slightly as the carmine hued, foul mouthed, tiefling meandered past. Hair much like the flickering and waving licking of a funeral pyre flickered about as if seeking any fuel that might feed its grasping hunger. A calloused, well worn hand swiftly moved up to wrap a length of metal filament around a fistful of flame like hair in a sloppy makeshift pony tail. Pyre tapped a finger against one of a set of chipped and cracked horns jutting from atop his head before clapping both hands together and hanging them from the handles of a pair of black leather handled kukri that stuck from his belt.
As Pyre passed you, you would likely notice a set of flickering maddened eyes that almost glared at you not out of anger, or hate but likely more out of pity, and annoyance. The glare though would be noticeably offset by a wide and perhaps knowing grin showing off a number of mangled chipped teeth and two very pronounced canines. The tiefling certainly looked friendly enough; if not a bit unkempt and a slight bit deranged. Snapping his fingers he whistled and bowed his head sharply as he passed which caused his clothes to rustle sending off a layer of dust and dirt.
The crimson long coat that covered Pyre was perhaps once of a superior weave had now degenerated into a patchwork quilt of rot, and burn marks. The chain and metal poking through said long coat weren't in a much better state of affairs as they were a bit rusty and truly looked as if he didn't spend any time keeping them in an acceptable state of repair. The whole sad state that composed this entropy obsessed tiefling would lead one to believe it to be a miracle that he even managed to keep himself fed and functioning on a daily basis.
**Traits, Interests, and Goals**
Character Traits/Quirks:
- First and most obviously would be his constant narration of all his actions and thoughts. The exact details of how this works is a mystery, most of all to Pyre who isn't able to even realize he's performing said narration.
- Pyre has a bit of a drinking and smoking problem and often would rather spend his last few coin on that extra bottle of grog or that small pinch of smoke weed than the food his rumbling stomach may require.
- The exact tense of his narration will vary from time to time. Either giving evidence to a flawed curse or an extra layer to the curse perhaps in an effort to further ruin Pyre's credibility and cause others to believe him even madder than usual. Cause ya know, narrating ones actions isn't enough evidence for a sanity starved mind.
- Pyre always feels most comfortable in graveyards, razed buildings, and sites of large scale death and ruin. He will often seek shelter in such places when he requires alone time to ponder something or he wishes a good nights sleep.
- He enjoys collecting ash from any fires he is personally responsible for and keeps a collection of his "treasure" hidden away in a place only he knows about. In his own twisted way he considers this his hoard and would guard it with his life.
- A large number of his "friends" in Sigil are the homeless, destitute, and insane. Accordingly, he has a large number of "friends" amongst the Bleak Cabal, Xaositects, and Revolutionary League.
- Pyre is a firm believer in the philosophies of the Doomguard of Sigil. In fact his belief system regarding said philosophies could be considered border line zealotry and he would gladly face martyrdom than give them up. http://www.mimir.net/psmush/sinkers.shtml
- Due to his memory only stretching back about a year and having no recollection of his time prior to his time living upon the body of a dead power in the Astral Plane a number of quirks haven't yet surfaced. He's rather sure though that some more will show up in due time.
Flaws:
- Pyre suffers from intense paranoia and truly does believe that there is a large scale conspiracy to capture and/or see him dead. And because of his rather absent memory he isn't entirely sure if this is an illogical paranoia, after all he lost his memory for some reason. Didn't he?
- Whenever he's encountering a situation he's unsure of or experiencing a sensations he's so completely unused to he'll often twitch and begin to lose focus on his already addled mind. Often his only reaction will be a nervous twitch of the face.
- Is really quite far from having any kind of social etiquette. While he does try to at least come across as polite he often has problems following this through and often ends up looking like a complete ass.
- Pyre loves to gamble, his favorite form of gambling is poker, rummy, spades, et cetera. Anything involving cards, luck, and bluffing he's rather fond of... which due to his narration means he tends to lose quite often. Something he doesn't quite understand as he believes he's quite excellent at bluffing.
- Pyre also enjoys sneaking about... another pursuit that sadly falls well short of plan due to his narration.
Short Term Goals:
- Drink, smoke, eat, sleep, "watch" something succumb to entropy.
- Perfect his training as a tool of entropy through "mastering the art of the Bladeslinger", whatever precisely that means.
- Obtain a talking rodent.
Long Term Goals:
- To collect a cursed article of clothing for each part of his body. Belt, pants, socks, underwear, gloves, etc.
- Kill a god.
- To ensure that he performs as much destruction as possible within his life span. And hopefully perish as he performs his most destructive act possible. Mutually Assured Destruction.
**Background and Youth**
Languages Known: Common, Abyssal, Infernal, Ignan.
Hometown / Region: The dead body of a power in the Astral Plane? Pyre's earliest memories are of his time spent upon it's corpse so this would be the closest place he has to a birth place.
Biography:
"Hahah, like I'm tellin' ya berk!" And for whatever reason Pyre continued on regardless. "I woke up on the back o' a dead power floatin' in the Astral with no memory o' life 'fore that. IÂ’ve been hunted by my enemies ever since..."
"What enemies? Are ya blind?!" Pyre pointed at a sketched out looking rag dressed man picking up various bits of trash from the streets of the Bluff.
"Aye, 'homeless'... that's what they wantcha ta think..." Pyre dashed off quickly before the minions of his implacable enemy could spot him.
Quote: "Stop followin' me, pigeon!" Pyre shrieked at the shady looking winged rat.
Pyre - Doomguard
