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Maelorom — Coronach | Checkpoints set 1

Published: 2018-08-05 09:23:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 266; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 0
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+49AP to Coronach +5FVR

(8x shaded headshots, 1x fullbody, 1x shaded fullbody, 8x Checkpoint bonus, 8x same character bonus)


1.1 What’s your biggest goal in life?

I don't truly have a singular goal, the future is unknown, how can I know what best to shape it into? I work in the present doing whatever is necessary at that moment.


1.2 You look like you're in shape, what’s your secret?

In shape? Hm, I suspect it is a combination of how little I eat and the distances I travel to attend to my patients.


1.3 What is your talent?

Talent? I don't like to think of myself so highly. I am a good medium, but I'm not sure I could be called a talented one. Maybe I could be a talented scholar of sorts? But I do not think I possess anything that could be called talent.


1.4 Someone just stole something precious to you. What do you do about it?

If they stole it, then surely they are desperate. Theives are not common where I live, anyone who steals something truly needs that item.


1.5 What's profession? If you don't have one, what would you like to be?

I am a Mullah, I live to serve and guide my herd.


1.6 What are your parents like? Tell us about them!

They are… interesting. Not quite a happy couple, but my mother always had a good heart, and a flexible one that seemed to be able to love anyone. My blood-father was only one of a procession of fathers.


1.7 What were you like when you were a child?

I was a difficult child. It was not my fault, but I was slow to learn. Everything came with time but it took so much time, my mother had never even raised a foal to adult-hood before.


1.8 What is your most treasured possession?

Once I rescued an orphaned peryton fawn. His mother was dead, killed by vagabonds for some unknown reason. I never unstood senseless killing. I looked after him for some time but… he vanished one eve, I fear killed like his mother by a passing vagabond with a penchant for pelts. 


1.9 Who of what was your first love?

That is my knowledge, and mine alone.


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