🌕Selenia

Setting: a tavern in some village-town.

"So, you're an artist?" — a man asked incredulously, addressing the orc standing beside him at the counter, who sported a black eye and a bunch of bruises.
"Sort of."
"Sorry, friend, but by the looks of you... Doesn't seem like it," the man laughed. "I mean, seriously, look at your face!"
"A wolf is also a bird, but it doesn't fly high because it's always ready for rain."
"Heh, what?"
"Don't judge by appearances. I'd draw you, but I don't have any brushes."
"Yeah, sure!"
"They took them away, not my fault."
"Sure-sure..."
"Well, look here," — the orc, offended by the distrust, grabbed a napkin, did a bit of shamanizing with it, and folded it into a little boat. He plopped the resulting craft onto his interlocutor's head. — "That's all I can do right now."
"Alright then... So, you say bandits took everything from you?"
"No, of course, why would they take it... I gave it myself. Whoever blew on the tea knew what was coming."
"Eh?"
"Better to give it up willingly."
"Ahhhh... But they still roughed you up, didn't they, friend? Hehe."
"Not really. That was yesterday, the innkeeper at another tavern, along with his bouncer."
"What for?"
"Well, I don't have money."
"Ahhhh..." — the man mulled it over for a while. — "And you don't have any today either, do you?"
"Where would they come from."
"But how were you planning to... Well... You know? Pay."
"A well-fed wolf doesn't howl at the moon."

Setting: a street in some village-town.

"Thanks for paying for me. That's brotherly..." — said the staggering orc.
"Don't worry about it," replied the man propping him up. "How do you even make a living? I somehow... *Hic!* Don't believe those little drawings bring you income."
"Not much they do..."
"Then how do you live... *Hic!* How... *Hic!* Do you live then?"
"How do I liiiive?"
"Yeah..."
"How do I liiive? Man, I live great. You know, it's like I've already lived a thousand years. No, like I've already lived a hundred thousand years."
"Reall..?"
"Man, I've become so enlightened in my understanding that everything is clear to me now. Absolutely everything is clear. All those mages, scholars, priests — they keep searching and searching for answers to the big questions... But I already understand everything."
"Everything's clea...?"
"Yes, everything is clear. Do you know what Aether is?"
"Well, of course."
"What is Aether?"
"Well, he's the god of, what's-his-name, air there, sky there, weather there..."
"Nah. Aether is a substance!"
"Soup-stance?"
"Substance! The god Aether — that's also true, yeah. It's not for nothing he's called Aether. But AETHER permeates absolutely everything."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. Aether — I am aether, you are aether, the Orikessian wolf is also aether. It's everywhere, you get it?"
"*Hic!* But that's bad, isn't it?"
"No. It's not bad. Drinking — that's bad. But aether — that's noooormal."
"Well, if you say s—"
"Do you even know what forty-two is? Do you?"

Setting: various places.

Fovl of the Black Wolves Tribe had been tossed around quite a bit by life. There was a period when he had to eat from the same trough as pigs ("The wolf is weaker than the lion and the tiger, but in the circus all three perform together"), there was a relatively calm period working as a night watchman ("Don't wake the trouble while it sleeps quietly"), and sometimes Fovl scraped by selling paintings for whatever he could get, despite the difficulties of such earnings for an orc ("The eyes fear, the hands buy").

In the end, having gained experience worth a hundred thousand years over his short life, he found himself, along with his trusty crossbow, on the road to Grasaiki.

Equipment
Weapon: Quality Crossbow Damage: 10 Range: 3(4) 6🟡
Secondary Weapon: -
Body: Leather Armor Defense +2. 2🟡
Head: Hood 0🟡
Footwear: Autumn Footwear Immunity to quagmire. 2🟡
Cloak:
Accessory 1: Copper Ring 0🟡
Accessory 2: 
Slot 1: 
Slot 2: 

Attributes
Health: 36
Perception: 11
Agility: 6
Spirit: 2
AP: 3

Origin
Orikess
-6 to spirit, +18 to health, shooting range (crossbow) +1, perception +3. 

Background
Artist
Painters, sculptors, and other people of culture. 
+2 to spirit, +2 to perception.

Beliefs
Aether
+1 to AP.

Weapon Mastery
Crossbow
・Control.

Additional
Basic money, basic art supplies, a beautiful drawing of a nearly naked woman (author: Fovl)