Furest Cormot

You are FUREST CORMOT. Congratulations because you just won the fucking lottery. Seriously, though you should probably get out while you still can. You would do so yourself if you could.

Well don’t say you weren’t warned. Let’s start with the good news then. You have some psychic powers, and that is pretty fucking awesome. You have what is called Dowsing. That means you can find things. It’s super easy if you know what it is, but you can work off of descriptions someone else gives you. You can also use it to find people, but it’s not quite as easy. It may not be flashy, but it is super useful.

None of that sounds too bad until you realize a few things. First off you have Brown Blood which is second lowest on the ladder. The deal is you get cool psychic powers, but you have to be the whipping boy for those lucky enough to be born higher on the food chain. Oh and your power is totally lame compared to everyone else’s. Some people can control minds, psychically communicate with everyone on the planet, and some can fly while throwing around giant boulders. As much as you love finding your keys easily you would rather fly around throwing boulders.

Really the Brown Blood thing needs to be addressed more. When you say that you’re the whipping boy for the higher castes you mean it. You could be executed at a moment’s notice, and honestly you are kind of surprised you haven’t been already. Your ability has countless applications on the battle field when you finally get to that age, but it has even more applications in the bullshit political world of the high bloods. None of them want someone to be able to know when they are moving around, and if they knew you could they would probably cut off your head. Just another fucking awesome fact of life.

Luckily there is a resistance, and you do help them out by letting them know where high value targets are. It doesn’t help your life expectancy at all, but fuck them. You got the short end of the stick, so why shouldn’t you even the playing field a bit.

Still not convinced you should get out of here? Let’s talk Lusus then. Most kids don’t get along with their Lusus, and you get that. But at least most of them display some kind of parenting instinct. You are firmly convinced that your Aratnid has no redeeming qualities at all. Not only is it the grossest animal you have ever met, but you are convinced that it doesn’t realize it’s supposed to be taking care of you. You are pretty sure the only reason it hangs around is because you feed it. The stupid thing has nests all throughout the woods you live by, and if you turn your back on it for a second it will just start dragging your shit off. For a while you thought this was to train you to use your powers better, but you’ve pretty much got those working as well as you can and it still happens. So turns out that small sliver of actual parenting was just coincidence all along.

Alright it looks like you’re not going anywhere, so we might as well wrap this shit up. You live in a smallish cabin at the edge of a giant forest. It’s not really near anything, but that’s the way you like it. You would much rather run around the woods all day then deal with people. You know a few alright Trolls, but most people kind of suck. They all look down on you because of your blood, or they have cooler powers. Most of your days are spent just wandering around through the forest and trying to find places you haven’t been before. As such you have awesome survival skills, and you are extremely good with an axe. One day you hope to join the Fronstiermassassins, but that’s certainly never going to happen.

So that’s it. You’re a mildly powered peasant who’s probably going to be killed soon and you have no friends. Oh and you're ridiculously short. Don't say you weren't warned.

Tenative Relationships:

Kaneta: Allies in the hemospectrum conflict. Furest uses his power to help find important highbloods.

Neluma: Only real friend.

Octava: Let's his hemist bias cloud what could otherwise be a healthy friendship. Acts like a complete jerk to her with no provocation.

Abrahm: Abrahm's Lusus loves hanging around and creeping Furest out.

Elezia: Furest tries desperately to be friends with her, but she pushes him away. He does not see the irony.

Various Furest Arts:

Everyone Hemo- http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh229/ctcmjh/aspecthemospectrum-2.png

Talk Sprite - http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/358/2/6/ab_talksprite_for_boogeyman5870_by_avristed-d5p0okd.gif

Furest and Eyehorsedad- http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a396/Purnip/hihorsefriend.png

Arcana High Furest - http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/Boogeyman5870/FurestAH_zps69a71c45.png