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Blaise Erythro Veinland Butcher
Aliases: None
Affiliation: Cult of Meat, Ex-Acolyte
Species: Human (Minor-mutant/Male)
Birthplace: Burgedon Hamlet, Ventannen/Southern Veinlands
Birthdate: February 15th,1292 (OSC)
Height: 6', 2" (1.87m)
Weight: ~180 - 190lb
SUMMARY
Blaise Erythro was once a devout Meat Cultist, providing for his fellow man, amidst the horrors of the Veinlands. Though he no longer considers himself a Follower, he still walks the path he did before, with an abundance of generosity. He is a skilled hunter and Meat Butcher, with a good knowledge of how to properly kill and prepare a Meat Monster, and traversing the meatscapes. He intends to put that knowledge to good use, as he travels the land in search of his 'Meat Truth'... And in search of those travelers the Cult seems to despise so much.
APPEARANCE
Blaise is more lanky than he is bulky, with long limbs and tall legs. From what can be seen of his figure, he's rather lean. Skinny, even. Whatever is else is unlikely to be seen, as the man has dressed himself from head to toe in dusty wrappings and bandages. The reason for this lies in his skin: Hard, red, and cracking, his dry, bare flesh is unsightly. He considers himself fortunate that his mutation only leaves him ugly, rather than deformed and crippled. Further covering him would be his hides, a collection of Monster Skins, dried out and tied together to make a surprisingly durable armor for the man. The most modern thing he'd seem to carry would be a Backpack, which contains a majority of his tools of trade as a butcher. Anything that couldn't fit inside (Such as his various weapons, like his long-cleaver), is tacked onto the outside, rattling as he walks.
BEHAVIOR
He is generous to a fault, and always tried to see the best in people. He always tries to do good by himself and others, though his naivety and sense of honor are both easily manipulated. Though clever, he is as poorly educated as most of the people from his homeland, and shouldn't be expected to operate complicated technology. Matters of faith are, at the moment, a touchy affair for him, and he would rather not speak much of the cult, or his beliefs as an ex-member.
GOALS
RELATIONSHIPS
HISTORY
Since as long as he can remember, the Cult of Meat had been his life. It is through faith that the Meat could be controlled, and it was through the Cult that it's true blessings were felt. That is why he had first converted: So he too could provide for the villages, and tame the Meat. For several years, he had done just that. His butchers craft would feed and supply for people near and far. For a decade, he faithfully served, tending to the land and its people. His faith was to be commended, and he would steadily rise through the ranks, until at last, he would soon achieve the goal he was dreaming of: Ascension, and Transformation into the ones most Holy.
He may have just gone through it as well, had curiosity not gotten the better of him, and he witnessed a transformation long before his time. Blaise knew the meat could be dangerous. He had seen enough men and women devoured by the infections, or ripped apart by the monsters of the Veinlands, but he had never seen it done deliberately. He was horrified by what he witnessed: A man, who he once knew as a right and pious individual, reduced to nothing but a screaming mass of tumors. Everything was in place. Their faith was strong. Yet everything went wrong. If faith cannot protect you from the Meat, what is the point of any of it? His faith was shaken to his foundation that day.
Knowing full well he could not go through with that ritual after what he witnessed, nor continue to serve the Cult that had led him, he decided to cut all ties with them. Though he never spoke of what he saw, he resigned peacefully, and left his village, on a pilgrimage to find the truth about the Meat and it's Cult. And if he could not find the truth in the Cult, he would find it in it's enemies....
CHAPTER EXAMPLE
TBA....
Aliases: None
Affiliation: Cult of Meat, Ex-Acolyte
Species: Human (Minor-mutant/Male)
Birthplace: Burgedon Hamlet, Ventannen/Southern Veinlands
Birthdate: February 15th,1292 (OSC)
Height: 6', 2" (1.87m)
Weight: ~180 - 190lb
SUMMARY
Blaise Erythro was once a devout Meat Cultist, providing for his fellow man, amidst the horrors of the Veinlands. Though he no longer considers himself a Follower, he still walks the path he did before, with an abundance of generosity. He is a skilled hunter and Meat Butcher, with a good knowledge of how to properly kill and prepare a Meat Monster, and traversing the meatscapes. He intends to put that knowledge to good use, as he travels the land in search of his 'Meat Truth'... And in search of those travelers the Cult seems to despise so much.
APPEARANCE
Blaise is more lanky than he is bulky, with long limbs and tall legs. From what can be seen of his figure, he's rather lean. Skinny, even. Whatever is else is unlikely to be seen, as the man has dressed himself from head to toe in dusty wrappings and bandages. The reason for this lies in his skin: Hard, red, and cracking, his dry, bare flesh is unsightly. He considers himself fortunate that his mutation only leaves him ugly, rather than deformed and crippled. Further covering him would be his hides, a collection of Monster Skins, dried out and tied together to make a surprisingly durable armor for the man. The most modern thing he'd seem to carry would be a Backpack, which contains a majority of his tools of trade as a butcher. Anything that couldn't fit inside (Such as his various weapons, like his long-cleaver), is tacked onto the outside, rattling as he walks.
BEHAVIOR
He is generous to a fault, and always tried to see the best in people. He always tries to do good by himself and others, though his naivety and sense of honor are both easily manipulated. Though clever, he is as poorly educated as most of the people from his homeland, and shouldn't be expected to operate complicated technology. Matters of faith are, at the moment, a touchy affair for him, and he would rather not speak much of the cult, or his beliefs as an ex-member.
GOALS
- Blaise Erythro is lost. At the moment, his only major life goal is to rediscover his purpose, now that the cult can no longer provide it for him.
- Locating those runaways would definitely be a good start, however.
RELATIONSHIPS
- Blaise has a rather tense relationship with his immediate family. They disowned him for leaving the cult, even though he was allowed to go freely.
- From what little he knows about politics, he doesn't really trust Loonies of either kind much. Resentment for their actions has been burned in his mind since his childhood, even if he doesn't fully understand what it is they do.
- As a former member of the Cult, he is amicable and perhaps even friendly to the average member. However, events have brought him to be wary of Cult's leadership and high-ranking members.
- Compared to the horrors one finds in the Veinlands, being an alien means nothing to him. People are people, and as long as they're not trying to eat him, he'll treat them exactly so.
- In his hometown of Burgedon, Blaise is considered a hero. Various acts of selflessness and generosity have put him on a pedestal, of a man to be admired. Now that he has left, it remains to be seen if it will stay that way.
HISTORY
Since as long as he can remember, the Cult of Meat had been his life. It is through faith that the Meat could be controlled, and it was through the Cult that it's true blessings were felt. That is why he had first converted: So he too could provide for the villages, and tame the Meat. For several years, he had done just that. His butchers craft would feed and supply for people near and far. For a decade, he faithfully served, tending to the land and its people. His faith was to be commended, and he would steadily rise through the ranks, until at last, he would soon achieve the goal he was dreaming of: Ascension, and Transformation into the ones most Holy.
He may have just gone through it as well, had curiosity not gotten the better of him, and he witnessed a transformation long before his time. Blaise knew the meat could be dangerous. He had seen enough men and women devoured by the infections, or ripped apart by the monsters of the Veinlands, but he had never seen it done deliberately. He was horrified by what he witnessed: A man, who he once knew as a right and pious individual, reduced to nothing but a screaming mass of tumors. Everything was in place. Their faith was strong. Yet everything went wrong. If faith cannot protect you from the Meat, what is the point of any of it? His faith was shaken to his foundation that day.
Knowing full well he could not go through with that ritual after what he witnessed, nor continue to serve the Cult that had led him, he decided to cut all ties with them. Though he never spoke of what he saw, he resigned peacefully, and left his village, on a pilgrimage to find the truth about the Meat and it's Cult. And if he could not find the truth in the Cult, he would find it in it's enemies....
CHAPTER EXAMPLE
TBA....
