Helmire | Male | Eleos | Deer

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Helmire

[attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]PERSONALITY
quiet, curious, intelligent, experimental, placid, amoral, bland
Helmire, the name itself should have been a warning. Perhaps the mire of his name denotes his surface personality, bland, thick, and mucky. But hel? It's what lies beneath the surface, the dark notions it brings are not for the light of heart. Helmire, a rather unassuming creature, with poor humor and little social skills, but an innate desire to play god. His twitch reflexes, and overall bland personality makes for an unsettling combination, a bit creepy, but no one's ever thought much of it. Much of Eleos simply considers him a black sheep, some perhaps even think him a little slow, but no one can deny his talent with herbs. He heals well, though if one's expecting a soothing experience they won't get it. At the rare times Helmire speaks, he rarely speaks to someone who's listening. Oh, yes he's wise, but the question really is, can he be trusted? Ambition isn't what stirs the blood of the mire, but rather a seemingly harmless curiosity. A curiosity that ventures into the morbid and depraved edge of morality. Helmire wants to know what makes creatures tick, and he doesn't seem to want much else. He's not motivated by politics, or godly worship. He's the sort who doesn't seem to even abide by a moral compass, he moves through life with little regard for suffering, in spite of his rank as a shaman, and lacking the piteous attitude of most Eleos. If one were to ask any member of Eleos, what sort of folk the shaman was, they likely wouldn't be able to answer easily. To most, Helmire just seems rather boring, lacking depth or meaningful conversation, and though it's true leaders seek his advice as they would any shaman, since Helmire was appointed the messages he interprets spiral darker and darker.

APPEARANCE A bit on the small side, built slim and light, with dark melan-touched fur leading to a darker and muckier brown tone than most of his kind. Dark brown eyes, equally unassuming and framed in lighter colored, short lashes. A slight, almost frail figure to look at, though a bit heavyset in the shoulders when compared to the rest of him. The white spotting of his species is present, but in light tan and brown tones rather than white. There's nothing overtly spectacular or attractive about him, he keeps his coat clean and sheds his antlers when he's due, instead, like much of him, he simply has the appearance of blandness. His expression is usually that of blank discontent or a disinterested frown, and he moves with a heaviness like boulders, as though he's unfamiliar with the motion.

HISTORY A lone mother came to Eleos many years ago, heavily pregnant with twins. The young mother-to-be was accepted with little trouble, and soon after the twins were born. The second was stillborn, but the first lived, given the name Helmire by his mother in hopes that he would survive. He did, though the first few days were shaky at best. The young mother constantly worried over her child, remarking at the slightest distinction so much so that they seemed to ingrain themselves deeper into the child. Some of the other, more keen mothers at times noted that it seemed almost as though the youth was haunted. They likely didn't understand, but Helmire was born with an unusual quality of awareness, he knew his twin had died, and that in those brief few days he was supposed to have gone with him. He was highly intelligent as a result, but also highly dysfunctional. He rarely conversed, he was a listener, and when he did speak his words were slow to come. As a youth, instead of playing with other children he hung around the shaman's den, not really answering when they asked what he was doing there, just watching. It was only natural he picked up on some herbal knowledge, and he had no drive to fight nor forage, so they pupiled him. Most of Eleos grew used to the silent, odd deer, and didn't think much of him. He did his job well and efficiently, even if he was far from gentle or kindly like other shamans.

OTHER INFO

• Knows many herbs and herbal remedies, also well-versed in numerous poisons, as well as maladies
• A fun fact is that Helmire's favorite flora is oleander
• Helmire has one half-brother and one half-sister by his mother, and four others half-siblings by his father. All are unknown to Helmire, given his father has never been present in his life and his mother left Eleos shortly after he became a pupil due to discontent within the Dynasty.