Traveler
10-09-06, 08:05 PM
Name: In every one of my journeys, I am invariably called a traveler. I began my trek so long ago that my name and all traces to it have lost their importance. Traveler will do.
Age: When switching from one plane to the next across the cosmic landscape, I have always fashioned for myself a visage of 20 years, born and raised in a blink.
Race: I come from no race that I remember now. All that is left of our people, who could roam space and time like skipping across rocks on a riverbed, is myself and the few relics I have preserved. I am effectively a human.
Hair Color: The hair I have fashioned is a long white, the tails of which flip up alongside my ears like horns.
Eye Color: Although I typically make it a point to wear my spectacles, you may get a rare glimpse of the yellow eyes I designed for use on Althanas. May they serve me well.
Height: I have chosen to be taller than would be considered normal amongst humans. As such, if measured using this foot system, I would be 6 “feet” and 5 “inches.
Weight: As a most curious side-effect of my designed figure, I weigh far less than the average man would, for my being is made more of the stars than it is the flesh. At 65 of your “pounds,” a child might be able to lift me.
Occupation: A traveler, of course.
Appearance: I wear a long coat of deep blue, the outline... the “trim” of which is an impeccable gold. This would be held over a long-sleeved grey suit. My pants are an identical grey and are never any more or less dirty for their many uses. I prefer a utilitarian black boot which is at once comfortable and practical. The most distinguishing feature one may make would be my spectacles. Without extended holsters, they nonetheless remain attached to my face. Black with gold rims, they may more closely resemble an Althanian 'binocular.'
History: Would it surprise you, gentle reader, to know that this globe is not the only world? It is far from the only existence in this universe, I must tell you. I know this because that is where I come from... a planet revolving around a star. It is so many unfathomable “feet” and “miles” and “yarz” away from here that the time required to walk that distance would lead to the inevitable end of creation long before you reached it.
My people... there must have been others, I am certain, but it was so very long ago that I cannot even be sure of that anymore. All I know is that I have never had the expertise to build the devices that have allowed me to trot along at God's pace from one orb to another across infinity. And yet I am in possession of them.
I have been many people, many shapes and beings in my travels. And I must travel, I must make that clear. There is only one purpose to my existence, and that is to travel. I do not know how I come to this fact either. In fact, don't ask me anything about my history. It has simply been so many aeons since I came to existence that where I come from and what I have done before arriving here are almost entirely unimportant.
Every time I leave one planet and set off for another, I craft for myself another body, another existence and life to uphold for a small time while I explore the next closest world. In doing so, I lose all powers, abilities and skills that I may have possessed when I was a different being. I once breathed fire, like your dragons do. And I once was a master swordsman who learned every facet of dueling until I had perfected and built upon the art on that long-gone world. But this body does not remember those things, and it is not capable of it. Therefore, every time I travel it is like starting anew, as awkward as adolescence and as unskilled as a peasant farmer. But still I, the consciousness that drives this vessel, retain the knowledge and memories from the many lifetimes that have stretched out behind me.
Skill: Hyper-knowledge
As I have said before, I have lived many lives. Across many worlds I have been born again, to experience new customs, lifestyles, war and trial. Although my existence has been stretched too thinly across the face of too many star ages, I can still recall with great clarity the majority of my experiences. It is not a supplication for any sort of skill, it is purely experience. Have I ever been in this situation before? What can I do or what could I have done before that would help me in this situation? It is systemic recollection.
Skill: Truth
Information is such a simple, malleable tool. After all of the countless data I have collected over the ages, I began to radiate it somewhat like your "firefly" would emit light. If I make direct contact with somebody, I am able to pass information in varying quantities to them. This material is truth as far as I know it. Some may not be able to handle the truth as it is given to them, and may become dazed or stunned as their minds work around the knowledge I have introduced.
Equipment: In addition to my normal attire, I bear the relics of my ancient ancestry, whatever it may have been.
My spectacles are of the utmost importance. It ensures that my being can be converted seamlessly into energy when I reach the point of organic death. Everytime I have left a planet and wandered to the next, it has been this device which allows me to create and shed my earthly trappings in order to travel as a bird across the deeps. I must stress that this device only functions under two conditions. Either when I willingly surrender my flesh to oblivion, or when I am forcefully rendered unto death. In the event of the latter, my material will decompose at a hyper-accelerated rate, and the star-matter that makes up the Traveler races into the sky. I will recreate my shell until it is fit for life again and return to the world below in a matter of days. These spectacles cannot be forcefully removed from my person.
The other relic that I possess is my walking staff. As fitting as it would be to be possessed by one calling himself a traveler, my staff is my only other precious artifact from an age long since forgotten by the void. When I move on from one life to the next, it is my staff which allows me to travel under my own power through the cosmos. Its use is far more limited on a terrestrial plane, but it is nonetheless precious to me. I have taken to referring to it like a living being in my most recent travels. Perhaps it has been a herald to my journeys this entire time. Strangely enough, it drew me to Althanas most recently, when another world was much closer. In the near future, I will take the time to carefully consider why this is.
Age: When switching from one plane to the next across the cosmic landscape, I have always fashioned for myself a visage of 20 years, born and raised in a blink.
Race: I come from no race that I remember now. All that is left of our people, who could roam space and time like skipping across rocks on a riverbed, is myself and the few relics I have preserved. I am effectively a human.
Hair Color: The hair I have fashioned is a long white, the tails of which flip up alongside my ears like horns.
Eye Color: Although I typically make it a point to wear my spectacles, you may get a rare glimpse of the yellow eyes I designed for use on Althanas. May they serve me well.
Height: I have chosen to be taller than would be considered normal amongst humans. As such, if measured using this foot system, I would be 6 “feet” and 5 “inches.
Weight: As a most curious side-effect of my designed figure, I weigh far less than the average man would, for my being is made more of the stars than it is the flesh. At 65 of your “pounds,” a child might be able to lift me.
Occupation: A traveler, of course.
Appearance: I wear a long coat of deep blue, the outline... the “trim” of which is an impeccable gold. This would be held over a long-sleeved grey suit. My pants are an identical grey and are never any more or less dirty for their many uses. I prefer a utilitarian black boot which is at once comfortable and practical. The most distinguishing feature one may make would be my spectacles. Without extended holsters, they nonetheless remain attached to my face. Black with gold rims, they may more closely resemble an Althanian 'binocular.'
History: Would it surprise you, gentle reader, to know that this globe is not the only world? It is far from the only existence in this universe, I must tell you. I know this because that is where I come from... a planet revolving around a star. It is so many unfathomable “feet” and “miles” and “yarz” away from here that the time required to walk that distance would lead to the inevitable end of creation long before you reached it.
My people... there must have been others, I am certain, but it was so very long ago that I cannot even be sure of that anymore. All I know is that I have never had the expertise to build the devices that have allowed me to trot along at God's pace from one orb to another across infinity. And yet I am in possession of them.
I have been many people, many shapes and beings in my travels. And I must travel, I must make that clear. There is only one purpose to my existence, and that is to travel. I do not know how I come to this fact either. In fact, don't ask me anything about my history. It has simply been so many aeons since I came to existence that where I come from and what I have done before arriving here are almost entirely unimportant.
Every time I leave one planet and set off for another, I craft for myself another body, another existence and life to uphold for a small time while I explore the next closest world. In doing so, I lose all powers, abilities and skills that I may have possessed when I was a different being. I once breathed fire, like your dragons do. And I once was a master swordsman who learned every facet of dueling until I had perfected and built upon the art on that long-gone world. But this body does not remember those things, and it is not capable of it. Therefore, every time I travel it is like starting anew, as awkward as adolescence and as unskilled as a peasant farmer. But still I, the consciousness that drives this vessel, retain the knowledge and memories from the many lifetimes that have stretched out behind me.
Skill: Hyper-knowledge
As I have said before, I have lived many lives. Across many worlds I have been born again, to experience new customs, lifestyles, war and trial. Although my existence has been stretched too thinly across the face of too many star ages, I can still recall with great clarity the majority of my experiences. It is not a supplication for any sort of skill, it is purely experience. Have I ever been in this situation before? What can I do or what could I have done before that would help me in this situation? It is systemic recollection.
Skill: Truth
Information is such a simple, malleable tool. After all of the countless data I have collected over the ages, I began to radiate it somewhat like your "firefly" would emit light. If I make direct contact with somebody, I am able to pass information in varying quantities to them. This material is truth as far as I know it. Some may not be able to handle the truth as it is given to them, and may become dazed or stunned as their minds work around the knowledge I have introduced.
Equipment: In addition to my normal attire, I bear the relics of my ancient ancestry, whatever it may have been.
My spectacles are of the utmost importance. It ensures that my being can be converted seamlessly into energy when I reach the point of organic death. Everytime I have left a planet and wandered to the next, it has been this device which allows me to create and shed my earthly trappings in order to travel as a bird across the deeps. I must stress that this device only functions under two conditions. Either when I willingly surrender my flesh to oblivion, or when I am forcefully rendered unto death. In the event of the latter, my material will decompose at a hyper-accelerated rate, and the star-matter that makes up the Traveler races into the sky. I will recreate my shell until it is fit for life again and return to the world below in a matter of days. These spectacles cannot be forcefully removed from my person.
The other relic that I possess is my walking staff. As fitting as it would be to be possessed by one calling himself a traveler, my staff is my only other precious artifact from an age long since forgotten by the void. When I move on from one life to the next, it is my staff which allows me to travel under my own power through the cosmos. Its use is far more limited on a terrestrial plane, but it is nonetheless precious to me. I have taken to referring to it like a living being in my most recent travels. Perhaps it has been a herald to my journeys this entire time. Strangely enough, it drew me to Althanas most recently, when another world was much closer. In the near future, I will take the time to carefully consider why this is.