Character Name: Fo

Character Age: Unknown

Character Species: Servanti

Hair color: White (#F7F4F5)

Eye color: Lavender (Dark Ring: #EFD1ED Light Ring: #F6EBF4)

Abilities: Bardic Magic, Multi-Soul/Soul Flames, Deeply Knowledgeable

Strength: 3/10

Agility: 3/10

Speed: 4/10

Tactics: 6/10

Magic: 8/10

Skill: 8/10

Uncomfortable Subject Matter: None at this time. May be updated.

Bio: 

As a servanti, Fo was "born" into the world as a fully-grown individual, with no memories, nor experience of his own. He found himself with a penchant to be charming, and easily likeable, and as his former iterations guided him through this life, he took up the trade of the bard, telling tales, healing body and soul, and, well, no one could ever accuse him of not enjoying a night with a well-muscled stranger. 

But, as is often the case with ageless, quasi-immortals, he found himself losing people. Whether to death or to the cycles of friendships falling to the wayside, he would oscillate between blissfully enjoying the world around him, surrounded by friends, and walking painfully alone in a world he could barely stand. 

During one of these intermissions, stricken by grief and lonliness, he ended up in the world between; a place of darkness, full of lonely, lost, and broken people. He wanted so badly to die... to give up... and he very nearly did. But it was this darkness that hid his next guiding light. 

He met Linte Trom, a half-orc sorceress, who seemed unaffected by the dark, and she drew him in like a moth to light. She helped him escape this prison, and he dedicated his life to her well being. They lived many contented years together, raising a child, four grandchildren, and helping with the first few of their great-grandchildren. He supported her as she grew into a well-loved chieftain of her tribe, and did everything in his power to stay by her side. 

But... once again... it could not last. 

Linte died of old age, giving Fo a message to deliver to their youngest granddaughter, and asked him to promise not to return to the cycle, not to continue on to his next iteration, until it was delivered.

And so, once she was returned to the earth, a grieved servanti said goodbye to his family, pleading for them to remember him fondly, taking his bow and lyre from their storage place, and left to find his granddaughter, Apirka Trom.