Race: Vanara
Age: 20 (teenager for Vanara)
Alignment: neutral
Name: Tiotio
Appearance:
Vanara stand slightly smaller than a human, and like many monkeys, use their tails as dexterously as their hands. Thick black fur covers Tiotio’s whole body. When she lived only with other Vanara she never thought to dress in more than a simple robe. Once she struck out on her own and encountered endless varieties of fashions, she adopted clothing of a culture she respected. The monks she idolized wore clothes almost as simple as Vanaran robes, but they were brighter in color, and accented with woven patterns and beads.
Many, even other Vanara, have difficulty knowing at first glance if Tiotio is male or female. She never takes offense to this, and rarely bothers to correct the error.
She carries little with her, one small bag and her bo. Anything more would seem excessive to her, unnecessary.
Spoken Languages: Vanara, Common, Simple communication with a variety of animals
Weapons: Bare handed, Bo Staff
Powers: Controlled bursts of air
Technology: None
Skill: Acrobatics, climbing
Backstory:
The dense jungles of the easter Garden are full of endless diversity. Spending all her childhood movings through the trees with her nomadic tribe, Tiotio still only encountered a fraction of the species that lives around her. Maybe as a result of these surroundings, she accepts change and novelty without question. New shapes, new forms, new cultures or creatures are not surprising or unsettling to her. She accepts what she sees a part of the natural world, and rarely ask the questions ‘why’ or ‘how.’
This acceptance does not rob her of curiosity, quite the opposite, she likes to hunt out new experiences, different cultures.
Vanara lived closer to the canopy than other species, and Tiotio spent many days looking over the tops of the trees to the distant stalks that reached up into the sky, dotted with strange forms. She wondered what moved between these stalks.
Quite out of the blue she announced to her family that she would leave the tribe and make for those stalks. They were not as accepting of change as she, and protested, insisting that it would be too dangerous. They knew nothing of the world outside their vast jungle.
A compromise was struck, if she studied for three years with a warrior, learned skills to protect herself, she could travel wherever she wished. Neither she or her family could imagine that there was anything, in their jungle or beyond, that could not be fought with a quick reflexes and a bo staff.
After her long trek to the towering mushrooms, Tiotio learned just how sheltered she had been. Magic, technology, genetic manipulation; each thing was more fascinating than the next, and each presented new dangers. In Terralis she also found a new fight master, one who taught her how to take the stances she already knew and extent them out from herself, creating gusts of wind that could strike an enemy from a short distance.
She learned of the Nameless and its mission. The possibility of it, the chance for something unlike the other guilds, something yet unseen in the Garden, drew her curiously, and she set out again, intent on learning all she could about this guild, and maybe joining it.