| Aliases | Caduceus |
|---|---|
| Marital Status | Single |
| Date of Birth | 116 PR |
| Place of Birth | Ostrom |
| Species | To be discovered |
| Height | Coming |
| Weight | Coming |
Zasheir is a young person who has approached the Arboretum for mysterious reasons that keep changing. The initial story was him being recruited by the Federation, but rumors spread that he was here to poison others under an anonymous identity. Everywhere he seems to walk, a sulfuric smell lingers in the air, almost giving off a planar fiend smell. Whatever the reason, he pays particular attention to the Omnichapel when following him.
Description[edit | edit source]
Zasheir is most Identifiable by the “Plague Doctor” mask he wears everywhere he goes. The mask’s paint however has been chipping away, and could use a fresh coat sooner rather than later. Otherwise, he wears casual civilian desert clothes while walking around, never taking the mask off. Standing shy of 6’ tall, He wears a turtleneck that is grey with a cyan trim to hold, robes that are quite old with a little bit of a burnt look to them and no religious symbols, tanned gloves with leather wrappings to cover the hands , a skirt that is a darker cyan with a light blue trim, some baggy black pants that is tucked into his cloth wrapped shoes that have lightened in color with how much usage it’s gotten. He doesn’t carry a lot with him that can be seen. There is a messenger bag on his left hip that his left hand often rests on with a few extra compartments to hold all of his oddities and a pouch of potions on the right of various sorts
Manners[edit | edit source]
Zasheir often keeps stoic body language, but an easy way to read him if he’s not paying attention, is the placement of the hands, and how close they are relatively to accessible items on him. He keeps the voice in a neutral state so often, it’s rare for him to change tone. With watchful eyes of those he sees, It’s clear that he has a purpose, knows what he wants, and will leave you on the ground, if you pose a threat to him. With very little tolerance for oppression, he plots constantly about how to bring those who wish to do evil down using his skills as an excellent reader at body language. Words are often carefully chosen to prevent hinting at threats and promises, only shooting his shot if he is confident. He would much rather strike in the back with little warning than deal with someone who causes the problems face to face. Zasheir also hates seeing those in pain and distress caused by someone else, because it means he failed to prevent it from happening in the first place. He will often give up his own resources or deny them the help they want for the other person’s best benefit. He is protective of his past, often dropping his voice to a dangerous whisper before saying something to the effect of “That wasn’t here nor there.” Slipping his neutral mask back on, he acts like nothing is wrong and continues on with whatever he was doing, but always is looking for a sign that other people are not who they say they are. His favorite times are at dusk and dawn, because that is when most of his targets are not paying attention to what is around them. You will rarely see him out in the daytime, but more likely to see a figure with a bird mask walking around at night with vigilant eyes for trouble
Background[edit | edit source]
If you asked me what my oldest memory is, you probably wouldn’t believe me. I am an upcoming adult, and I find myself awake in a coffin. Next to me I find an alchemist’s kit, which I would just like to carry with me, but I can’t tell you why. I have to get out of here if I don’t want to die of suffocation. I push, and I am buried right next to the surface. Whoever this person was must have not been the first one to be buried in this spot. Getting out is practically a cake walk with the minimal sand hiding this coffin. It’s the middle of the night opening my eyes to the outside world which is a new experience for most. While I can see shades of grey, I used my natural ability to create a soft orange light on the gravestone I just came out of to get a better view of what is around me. The first thing I notice when I get out is the sheer burning from something of sulfur with cold night air and no nearby flame to heat me up. I’m also wearing white clothing with intricate medicinal plants sewn in of some celestial design, which I think looks nice, but it’s clear this is funeral clothing, but I guess this person’s religion was significant to them. Reading the headstone, it’s mostly destroyed, but this is what I see.
Zas
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I don’t know who this is, but the name is closest to Zasheir which means bright in Celestial. I don’t know what the implications of it are, but it’s something to keep in mind. About 50 some odd feet away, I notice something sees me, and has been watching me. I shut my light, and start to sneak off realizing I don’t know what has happened, but the last thing I need is for someone to identify the creature that came out of a grave. I have several questions however. Where am I? Why did I wake up in a coffin? What is the sulfuric smell I feel all around me? What is this power I’m born with? After getting to a safe area, I find a few trinkets of interest. These are a stone, and a mask. The stone depicts a road leading into a sunrise, but I don’t know the significance too well. The mask however is the perfect tool to keep my face hidden however. I know I will stick out like a sore thumb, but I don’t know who I even am. I am just a guy who woke up in a graveyard who got seen by something or someone. As I’m talking to myself and making sure my speech is okay, I start speaking in three tongues: The common, some foul abomination, and an almost musical voice.
Knacks and Attacks[edit | edit source]
Zasheir will rarely show his powers to others, mostly out of fear of being thought of differently. In fact he doesn’t derive from one magical source, but two. Most of the time, it derives right from his own personality of needing to protect others and destroying the wicked. Occasionally, his holy symbol that is usually tucked underneath the turtle begins to glow an iridescent orange. He also seems to have an innate ability to create torchlight on whatever he touches at will, but it’s rare for him to use it since he typically walks around at night with no light