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You are a Nagual, a shapeshifter that can take the form of a man, a jaguar, and even something in-between. You were born with a sympathetic link to the animals of your jungle home, and given a symbol of power to mark your birth. As was foretold, you were initiated into the arts of magic by the shamans of your village, and set on the course to achieve your destiny. But, alas, the best-laid plans of gods and men often go awry, and you fell victim to the chaos of the Cataclysm.
Thousands of years later, you were reincarnated by a Wryllenic Bloom, in what is now the Great Southern Plains of Vei'Datha. You remember little of your previous life, and have been forced to relearn the difference between men and monsters. For you suffer from a terrible curse also: cravings of flesh and blood flood your mind in idle moments. Perhaps for this reason, you joined with the Ohmani Necromancers to learn their magical arts, and now you've tapped into the secrets of a second great tradition.
Through grit and determination, you've shown an aptitude for necromancy and capitalized on every opportunity to learn. Though Residents such as yourself are never allowed to become Masters of Phylacteries proper, you've nevertheless attracted the attention of several Citizens of their order. Reviled by the common folk for practicing black magic, and despised by the civilized Ohmani as a dangerous upstart, you've often found yourself clashing with both sides.
You wouldn't have survived the early years had it not been for Marko Doriavo, who both saved you from the Wild Dead swarming your Wryllenic Bloom and shielded you from the worst of Ohmani society. You owe him your life, but seek only peace and the restoration of the land. Until those goals can be secured, you continue to train and wait in the shadows.
(The above is a default story for Jiix. Feel free to change anything. It answers some questions, but see those below.)
Questions to answer:
Thousands of years later, you were reincarnated by a Wryllenic Bloom, in what is now the Great Southern Plains of Vei'Datha. You remember little of your previous life, and have been forced to relearn the difference between men and monsters. For you suffer from a terrible curse also: cravings of flesh and blood flood your mind in idle moments. Perhaps for this reason, you joined with the Ohmani Necromancers to learn their magical arts, and now you've tapped into the secrets of a second great tradition.
Through grit and determination, you've shown an aptitude for necromancy and capitalized on every opportunity to learn. Though Residents such as yourself are never allowed to become Masters of Phylacteries proper, you've nevertheless attracted the attention of several Citizens of their order. Reviled by the common folk for practicing black magic, and despised by the civilized Ohmani as a dangerous upstart, you've often found yourself clashing with both sides.
You wouldn't have survived the early years had it not been for Marko Doriavo, who both saved you from the Wild Dead swarming your Wryllenic Bloom and shielded you from the worst of Ohmani society. You owe him your life, but seek only peace and the restoration of the land. Until those goals can be secured, you continue to train and wait in the shadows.
(The above is a default story for Jiix. Feel free to change anything. It answers some questions, but see those below.)
Questions to answer: