OOC Thread

Crash has lived off the scraps of society for as long as he could remember, watching, mimicking and hunting to quench the hunger inside him. Always alone, on the outside watching and waiting. He got his name from when he was younger as a ‘child’ one who would shambling and rush through the forests chasing his prey making feral noises with the anticipation of eating his prey. A wife’s tale at times he found out for what happened to bad children, the Crashing Thing will come and get you if you go into the forests alone at night. As he got older he learned and stopped attacking the livestock of villages as he moved around quite a bit since sometimes he would cause problems for people due to misunderstandings while other times they just didn’t like the look of him. He’d learn to hunt what would not be missed, predators in the area causing problems or vermin although he would hunt vermin in greater amounts since they weren’t very filling sometimes supposed criminals were never found for a reason. As he grew older due to his nature he was oddly quick to figure out people since he was one to always watch first versus think what he would do. Acting like others instead of his first impulse meant he could manipulate people at times, it wasn’t something he needed to hunt but it kept people from stopping him from doing so. Thriest eventually seems to be on the way of Crash’s nomadic path. A place of great wonders might mean a lot of different people. Maybe even a place where he could stay inside at night.

Thoughts of meeting others and hunting with them in a ‘pack’ sounds beneficial since Crash could eat until his belly is full.

For connections I’ll need two people that have come across Crash and seen him sprint off the road to attack a wild animal and draggin back a piece eating it while continuing down the road, it might be a bit off since to Crash it’s the same as when someone’s eating a piece of fruit. After which he lets out a long satisfied sigh. (They know that it’s beneficial for Crash to kill and eat a creature every few days, and they often work together to make sure that happens.)
Once I figure this part out I'll update my sheet.

The Lanten family tree reveals a long line of ancestors who've served as Constables in a small town in the region of Navarene, called Fasten. Mig, and his lineage, are known to everyone and opinions vary. Despite an occupation that rewards suspicious hunches, Mig is good-natured and leans on humor to diffuse tense situations, and he likes to give people the benefit of the doubt. He has a knack for reading people’s tells; those micro facial movements that convey an individual’s mood and disposition. To Mig, people are open books.

His gift for empathy helps him navigate social situations and control them to avoid misunderstandings and prevent useless conflicts from erupting. But, the constant bombardment of emotions from those around him takes a toll. He used to wear his heart on his sleeve, but ever since the Incident, he tries to close himself off and remain inscrutable to others out of a sense of self-preservation.

His family’s creed: In essentials, Unity. In non-essentials, Liberty. In all things, Charity. Someone has to stand up for the helpless, the weak, and the unprotected. Mig believes this duty (more like an inheritance than an obligation) falls to him—and has thus spent much of his life watching out for people. When he sees someone in trouble, he is the first to lend his hand. He might give up his last shin to help the hungry, take a beating to save a person from the same, or call on his own friends to tackle an injustice wherever it might lead.

He bears many scars from previous conflicts, but for each scar, he carries a token of someone’s gratitude—a permanent currency. His self-imposed exile has led him to wander, righting wrongs where he can, and moving on before he makes too strong of an impression and word reaches those that would see him hang for his political indiscretion.

The Incident:
Some time ago, Mig took the side of an outsider, defending them from the retribution of his town’s council. They were scapegoated for a crime they couldn’t have committed. But it was an easy conviction for the council. Mig, slipped in and freed the accused under cover of night, choosing to be banished forever with this stranger—but choosing Truth. Her name is OOLIN.