Yiamanti

Loves: Small rivers surrounded by foliage, gardens,
Likes: Reading, hearing stories, people watching
Dislikes: Crowded settlements, having to be small, complicated discourse, unnecessary destruction, fighting
Hates: Dry heat, the taste of dirty water

Bio:

-  has been wandering for thousands of years with no recollection of any  sort of past. Earliest memory already had him walking and wandering  through the lands. He didn’t even have a name until one person finally  not ony talked to him, but stayed with him and gave him a name.
- Has traveled very far across the country, but tends to stick to more wooded areas, as that’s where he blends in best.

-  Finds that not many have been very welcome to his presence, as he tends  to overwhelm, intimidate, or outright frighten travelers in his few  attempts to communicate and interact with hikers, adventurers, and the  like.
- eventually came across an earth genasi girl who not only  planted unique flowers on him, but sought him out afterward to initially  check on the flowers, but after he revealed himself to her and showed h  was sentient, she didn’t run way or even look startled. She was  absolutely enamored, and her next visits were to speak and spend time  with her new friend.
– The next ten years he spent with her and her  family. Turns out she was royalty. Lived with High Elves. He stuck by  her side, even shrunken down in settlements despite his discomfort as  she held his hand all the while for assurance, though while she and her  mother treated him well everyone else thought he was nothing more than a  construct, created by the gods to watch over and serve the little  Ayana. He dd his best to pay little mind and do what he could for them  regardless and with great care; interaction was still interaction, and  only recently did he realize just how desperate he was for such.
–  eventually they had to part ways, but not willingly, as Ayana was sent  off to tend to matters Yiamanti could not accompany her in. His mementos  of her are the moonlight flowers still seeding through his person and  the Stone of Farspeech embedded into his neck’s roots that they used to  use when not by each other’s side, hoping to one day hear from her  again.

- Has no recollection of who he is, but has these flashes  sometimes both while in hibernation and when his mind starts to wander,  sometimes during the day, sometimes at night.They all show imagery from a  first person perspective that isn’t his own nor does the body match who  he is. He doesn’t know what these visions are, but is trying to find  anything, ANYTHING that matches what they show. As more time passes,  however, the more settlements and evertyhign stray further and further  away from what the visions show. He fears he’s running out of time to  learn the truth of these and is growing almost desperate to find  answers.
- Has thought upon calling upon the gods in the past to find  answers, but is unsure how to. Has heard talk of churches and seen them  himself from afar, but never dared go into a settlement to test his  luck.
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- Was reincarnated for acting  upon what was true and right despite all the odds against him and the  facts, to continue protecting those who cannot protect themselves and  continue to be reborn through the life of a forest golem and serve this  new purpose.
- A free-willed servant of Helm, Lawful Neutral god of  protection. Proof of his Influence is on the back of Yiamanti’s large,  right hand: one of the many unique carvings across his stones, but this  particular spot is reminiscent to the outline of an archaic, elaborate  eye without an iris or pupil. Subtle, but recognizable to those who know  the symbol of Helm: a staring eye on the back of a left-handed gauntlet

Noticeable possessions:
- He carries a few pieces of gear on him, mainly for when he is small: a  somewhat tattered green cloak that he wears around his shoulders, it  almost a loose scarf when large, and underneath hangs a belt of some  gear: a coin pouch, a leather wrap for what book he has at the time, a  war-hammer, and an empty, metal mug.

Extra Information
–  Ayana originally named him “Pickle,” her reasoning being that she loves  him, so she wants to name him after something she loves. After a while  he requested she please give him a different name. She still calls him  Pickle, which he doesn’t mind, but they both correct anyone who calls  him Pickle instead of his name.
- Reserved,  modest, and shy, he prefers to talk things out rather than fight or  bring any discord, but is so used to people assuming he is a threat that  he’s grown very hesitant in being noticed by people.
- Speaks Common/Elven and can communicate with plantlife, but can’t read anything but Elven and the Elven alphabet.
-Can  often be found wandering forests or relaxing by bodies of water –  usually disguised as a pile of large rocks with roots tangled around  them, flowers with closed buds growing from his moss
- He can drink, but sticks to water mainly. He is willing to try other things, but prefers they have a high water content.
- Doesn’t sleep, choosing to read whatever book he carries on his person through the night when with people
-Doesn’t  care much for how he is dressed or looks unless he is small. Then, he  cares a great deal, doing his best to keep that hooded cloak covering as  much of himself as he can. 

-You can find my playlist for him here!