Basalt "Bas" Rook

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Name Basalt Rook
Nicknames Bas, Various Curse Words
Age 30s (present)
Gender He/Him (AMAB)
Race Illager-Human Hybrid
Sexuality Homosexual
Ht & Wt 6'5" - ~170lbs
Voice Claim Joey Batey

With an ever strident air of pessimism, Basalt- or, as he would rather be called, Bas- seems to have all too often been given the short straw in the face of life. Easy he stood as the target of the unchecked resentment of others; it was bound to only reflect back in a violent show of grand spite & fury.

His attitude of doom and gloom is frequently masked by forced formality, though easily fractured to reveal the smoldering pyre of swallowed emotions waiting yet again to be set alight by one small spark of anger.


Likes

  • Hot Climates (+ fire)
  • Izzy (strictly platonic)
  • Building Traps (prank or genuine)
  • Tailoring & Embroidery

Dislikes

  • Other People In General
  • Being Treated As Subhuman
  • Unfairly High Expectations
  • Chocolate (he is allergic)

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Physical Description

Overall: A tall and wiry figure, Bas towers above most of the others around him- his foreboding height only becomes "average" in the presence of other illagers. He is of near-average weight, though he frequently dips to the lower side, bony features such as his ribs & shoulder blades often slightly visible with little muscle definition to hide them. His face and nose are long & narrow, further accentuated by cat-like fiery orange eyes and sharp pointed ears that droop slightly downwards (the right of which is signficantly notched on its underside).

Out of slight against the illagers, he has completely refused to cut his hair- one of his few human traits- and is extremely picky about others touching it. By his 30s the ends of it reach his lower back in a curtain of fine, straight, charcoal-gray strands. Its once soft & silky texture has now become brittle from frequent exposure to heat. Around 36yo he is forced to cut it to shoulder length due to fire damage, but becomes set on growing it back to its former length. From his 50s onwards, it begins to progressively turn silver.

Much like all illagers, darker markings punctuate his ashen skintone, his primarily a set of symmetrical stripe-like marks present across his entire body. The most noticeable, and easily seen, is a horizontal band across his face, crossing his nose bridge with a smaller stripe & dash below, and points at the tips of his ears. The marks run rings around all 5 fingers upon each hand- another human trait- with a dash above each near the knuckle.

He has recieved a handful of scars throughout his life. The most glaring is a slash up the left side of his face, which has sliced his lip and bluntly damaged his upper jaw, resulting in a snaggle tooth. An angled, deep blade mark is visible across the front of his throat. There is an arrowhead sized scar on the upper left of his chest. After the age of 36, the right half of his back is completely covered by severe burn scarring.


Trivia & Facts

Very agile! Moreso than an average human. He is able to jump vertically by 2 blocks worth, and leap almost 7 at a sprint. Often uses this to evade people, or to mess with others.

Illager is his native language. He is fluent in both Illager & English, but will sometimes revert to the former if he forgets a word in the latter as it was his primary language as a child. He taught himself English, but fell into reading elaborate and detailed works, which has given him an oddly eloquent speech pattern. Almost always speaks Illager when talking to himself or muttering under his breath.

Skilled at tailoring. A hobby, started as a kid to pass free time, which was often taken advantage of by others from his childhood outpost with little return pay. He has handmade almost everything he wears, as well as the messenger bag he carries his gear around in. He'll mend clothing items for free for people he is close to, but often teases that he'll ask for payment sooner or later.

Allergic to cocoa. A trait inherent to all illagers, it was passed to him as well. His reaction is severe enough that even touching cocoa powder risks setting off a rash. High exposure seems to trigger a sort of anaphylaxis-type reaction, unfortunately proving to be a valuable method to completely incapacitate him.

Constantly smells of smoke. Kinda what happens when you live in the nether... the scent of smoke has permeated every item of clothing he owns, as well as his hair. No amount of bathing seems to wash it away, though it becomes less strong if he spends enough days back in the overworld.

History

Childhood (0-18 yo)

What better way to shatter the resilience of the soul than to start it off with false hope. Perhaps this was the mantra of Basalt’s parents- a pillager deviated from their people, and a human foolish enough to falter at the hands of affection- as they chose to keep and raise their illegitimate child. For, as the first few years went by (though he would never remember it) both made an effort to raise & care for Bas. However, that effort was minimal. The title of “burden” was hoisted upon him as soon as he learned to stand on his own two feet, constantly placed under the scrutiny of his mother and quick to be lashed at any time he failed to meet her standards. This only worsened when his father, sick of dealing with their “family situation”, chose to start anew someplace else, abandoning them both with hardly a shred of guilt.

The older he grew, the worse the insults seemed to become. He was often mocked, even by his own mother, for his mixed heritage and failure to meet demands, ranging from slight jabs to outright cruelty by the people he should have considered family. Hiding away in the nether became his solace, his peace, and in turn, the bringer of his first true friend: Izzy. The two had fallen under similar circumstances. Izzy had been shunned by her own people for being a genetic anomaly, a piglin able to enter the overworld without facing any kind of negative effect. In the nicest of their joking terms, they were both unique. At the worst… freaks. Though they would occasionally get into spats with one another, they were also fast to forgive, especially as Izzy became used to Bas’ quick-fired temper.

As his teen years sparked a rather rebellious phase within him, Bas became further disobedient to his kin, frequently leaving the pillagers’ town to adventure with Izzy or feed into his curiosity over the antics of the humans who lived scattered about nearby. Where Izzy was not afraid to jump straight in and mess with them (often using her fluency in both English & Piglin to throw them off guard), Bas was far more reserved with how he interacted with them. It was truly due to some kind of timidness, hateful as he was to admit such a weakness. However, it wasn’t long before he had to face them on his hunt for a particularly treasured item: a wither skull.

Early Adulthood (18-29 YO)

Though holding ample strength in his agility and stealth, Bas had never found himself to be quite as skilled in direct combat. Instead, his faith in obtaining the skull fell to a rather well known, though withdrawn, figure among the humans. Artyom had established himself as a reliant retriever of hard to get items… at a price. Armed with a payment of diamonds and feigned courage, Bas showed up at his doorstep to propose a deal to him, to which Artyom readily accepted. Keen on proving himself to be helpful, he chose to join the other on the task, serving as a guide to the nether fortress as well as cordial company.

Joining Artyom in obtaining the skull pushed him to become more sociable with the humans, especially as by the time he turned 21 he had become effectively disowned by his own people for his defiance towards them & had reduced contact with his mother to nearly zero. He became a frequent visitor, an interloper among their ranks, most often choosing to bother Artyom, the person Bas felt most accustomed to spending time with. What started as an acquaintanceship quickly grew to some kind of friendship, only for one night’s endeavors to paint their relationship as something further than friends.

The relationship stayed relatively unmentioned to the public, less so due to a fear of ridicule from others, but moreso in that not Bas nor Artyom themselves willed to acknowledge their toying around behind closed doors. It didn’t take much for Izzy to catch onto what was happening. Thus, the subject became a relentless tease of hers to Bas in private. Embarassment aside, day to day life carried on in its usual manner of adventure, albeit with the occasional altercation between Bas and others over trivial matters.

The others, most frequently, were Marley and Ismene, a human and villager respectively, who seemed to take charge of the spawn town where others ended up landing after dying in previous worlds. While his presence in the town was never denied, he was often given a cold shoulder by the two to various extents. Ismene’s distrust of him was unsurprising, as villagers often had qualms with the illagers, but Marley’s apparent distaste for him seemed to stem from no apparent cause… none that he could remember, at least. If fights & arguments broke out, it was usually between the two of them. These were typically resolved, eventually, never with an apology but simply ignored and moved on from.

Until the dragon fell. In spite of a promise that all would be involved in the raiding of the recently discovered end dimension, Marley & their companions decided to take charge without notifying Bas. Upset with his exclusion, Artyom quickly split off to alert him of what was happening. However, by the time the pair had arrived through the portal, they’d been greeted with the crackling & great beam of light signifying the ender dragon’s defeat. Egg taken by the victorious group, Bas was left behind in a fury, beginning the slow calefaction of resentment that would ultimately spark an oncoming war.

Main Arc (aka Wither Arc) (30-34 YO)

TO BE ADDED.

Major Notable Events: Starts conflict with Marley & Ismene, begins to incite fights with them & new arrival Elliott over the dragon egg and its now sudden disappearance. He & Artyom's relationship begins to fall apart, often purely using each other for erotic intimacy but otherwise in constant disagreement with each other. Becomes further pissed off after Elliott refuses to side with him; Eli slashes him in the face and shoots him, fatally, in the chest with a crossbow. Thoroughly embarrassed by his defeat at the hands of "the new guy", he cracks a plan to take out the others (dubbed now as "team ender", while he leads "team nether" consisting of himself, Artyom, and Izzy by technicality) and summons a wither to attack them. However the wither plan backfires horribly and he is chased down and killed by Artyom (slashed in the throat) for his actions. He goes into hiding for a while, then gets lured into the End by team ender and threatened with permadeath to the void if he does not hand the dragon egg over (which they assume he has stolen). Izzy ultimately admits that she has the dragon egg and turns it in to save his life.

Evoker Arc (35+ YO)

TO BE ADDED

Relationships

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Izzy [ childhood friends | adoptive siblings]

If the world were to fall apart, Izzy's face would be the last he'd hope to see at the end of it all. Childhood friends since a young age, both bonded in the wake of being cast aside as abnormalities to their families, Bas & Izzy grew a bond to each other so strong that even the most indefensible of actions cannot seem to completely sever the ties that hold them to one another.

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Artyom Kholodov [ bitter exes ]

A relationship doomed to crash and burn from the start. The two held an almost constantly turbulent romantic relationship for years before Bas' actions began to tear them apart. Where any other fire & ice relationship would compliment one another, theirs leads only to a back-and-forth battle of scalding words & freezing remarks.

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Marley Clancy [ enemies | step siblings ]

Oh man.

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Elliott Caseys [ enemies ]

BRO TOOK MY F-CKING SWORD. DIE.

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