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Messier
Demi-Boy (He/They)
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Chaotic Neutral
Fighter (LVL 9)
Echo Knight
Messier Antares is, to put it plainly, a nobody. He travels across Faerûn without an objective in mind, which usually ends in him tagging along mercenary groups just to kill the time or to research the world a bit more.
No one really knows what he wants to do, nor where he plans to go. They never give clear answers about themself, only claiming that all he can do is wait. For what? No answer is given.
Level headed, carefree, cordial and hardworking. Antares is someone who doesn't care much about what others do or think unless it gets him involved somehow. He doesn't like to insist much on what he thinks about something, but still finds it in him to say "I told you so" if things go awry after warning everyone about possible risks.
Antares is also quite extroverted, but likes to keep conversations out of himself, as they are not too comfortable in talking about their experiences unless they are related to one of their many travels across Faerûn. He can also be a bit blunt with his words, speaking his mind but also knowing when to stop before the situation escalates.
- Messier has strong associations with the sun.
- Their coat has a nebulae pattern, in reference to dead stars.
- His right hand is not a prosthetic, it's part of his armor.
- They are a full rework of an old duo concept I had.
A warhammer made out of iron, with a black handle and decorations all over it.
A basic, slightly worn out shield.
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You know, for every Tombstone Road they pave they're gonna throw a tickertape parade. And every thousand years that trickle by they'll find another prophet to crucify.
Then it all went down. I bid farewell. I took the crown from where it fell.
I pulled the roots from where they rested in the rotten depths of hell.
There is a lantern, shining dark upon this winter's day, and a castle in the corner of my eye built out of blood and clay.
And I'm equal parts criminal and king, and I would steal to be the master of a thing. But for now, goodbye.
I've finally got you right where I want you. You don't even know the half of what I'm gonna do.
The rush crashes over me like a wave in the sea, it floods all of my senses and tastes, oh, so sweet
