Red Desert

Red Desert

Original brainbarf

Kid: Aspiring necromancer, studied a few about sacrifices and body reanimation. Got shot during a territorial war, having his neck pierced by an arrow.
During his death, his affinity with death as a matter made him able to get his life back in a fair trade. He sacrificied his empathy, becoming relatively cold in nature compared to his young self, unable to understand other people's feelings much less his own (including past attitudes).

He begun wondering why he did things he thought were fun, such as mocking people and taunting. He dropped his old habits and agressive/troublemaker/cheerful attitude and became a stern, stoic, peaceful and determined person.

He did nothing but study the arts of necromancy, a pleasure to the god who took away his empathy. He is seen as a prodigy, without emotions to distract him he uses his necro powers only when they are needed or wanted by the gods.

The arrow on his neck, which once was simple and little decorated, is now part of his look.  He attached feathers and a new tip to it, making it more fancy and safer to walk around. The wound is completely healed so there is no risk of dying if it is removed - it can even be pushed to a side to another, but due to the feathers and new tip it can not be removed. Red Desert keeps it on his neck more as a way to not only remember him but to show others that he lives to serve the death.

After learning from all sources he could, he stays on the forest waiting for his god's call, being a spiritual guide in the meantime.

Traits: Caring of his friends, delicate and smooth in his movements, no empathy at all (acting cold/blunt/rude towards others feelings and reasons, no consideration at all). Still has a bit of sass from his empathic years. Low self esteem and will to do things on his own. Despite not having consideration for what others feel, he will protect those close to him or those tied to him due to a responsability (like if being the guide to a tribe, he will look after people's rightful deaths, avoiding accidents).
Due to his close contact with death gods, he has a different vision on what death is - very aztec in nature. He says that the gods sacrificed themselves to create life, so life shall return this gift to the gods for them to keep protecting the world. A sacrifice death will keep you close to the gods, a warrior death too, a death while sleeping at home is what he would consider banal. He has the habit of looking for sacrifices, what may make others avoid him (though his sacrifices are either prey or volunteers). He saying "death gladly waits for your company" simple means he thinks of you as a rightful person who would be good company to the gods.
Trivia:
He is a contortionist. He learnt contortion to help his rituals.
He is colourblind.
He can die, but he will be revived if it is not his gods will.
His gods really like the arrow display on his neck. Damaging it will make death gods frown at you, possibly fucking up your path.
His breath has a strong smell of burnt phosphorus - he was supposed to follow his parent's fire elementalist path, but death got him first.
Sometimes he makes creepy remarks/things to creep people out on purpose. He does not understand why he does that - it is a remain from his impish, sassy younger nature. He often will be thinking "control yourself" when seeing someone easy to scare.
As a thank you for his loyality, death gods often allow plants to live longer and make prey die around him. The bushes on his den are already trees, and birds dropping dead on his roof is a common sight.
He gets a cold when the gods are not pleased with his attitude. If he thinks something wrong, he will sneeze.
He is associated to a group of death gods. At first it was only one, but other death gods got attracted by his character and a group was formed.
 He never asks anything selfish from the gods, hence why the constant gifting. They must be like "gosh, we are right here, you have all power and moralty to get anything from us, just ask something, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, i will throw dead things at you you s h i t"
He loves fashion. Pretty "trivial", but no one is perfect. 

accurate portrait of his gods