- The Sunrise
- Drawing
- The Forest (He's never seen it)
- Rain
- Cooking
- Solitude
- Fighting
- Words (He cannot read)
- People who do not use his name
- "The City of Light"
- Large Groups
- Diplomacy
- Emotion
- Showing Weakness
- Not being strong enough
- Followers of the city of light.
|| Spiteful || Violent || Adventurous || Angry || Reckless || Skeptical || Aggressive || Complex || Intense || Brave || Loyal || Honest ||
Sparis is a man of few words. He would much rather let his actions speak for him. His demeanor towards most people can seem quite threatening, mainly because he is threatening. He has an inner hatred for the mountain men, and the followers, and will cut them down on sight. He is usually quick to fight, but only in necessary situations. He lacks diplomacy skills, but he will speak respectfully.
He sometimes draws in a journal he has, pictures of the lake, or trees. Sometimes even people.
[right] History
Sparis Spent his childhood like any grounder would've. Being bred purely for combat. Blood sport was very popular in the desert clan, among the upper class citizens. The victor of each night usually went home with enough food to last a few days. And, when Sparis became of age (14) He participated. He managed to feed his family for nearly two years, until the followers arrived, tearing his village apart from the inside out.
He ran into the desert, raiding caravans and killing all those seeking the city of light. After two years his bloodlust had been satisfied. He wished to begin again. He made his way into the woods, and quickly discovered what the reapers were. Grounders who, had been turned into something....else. They were barely human. But only after seeing a grounder captured, he realised who was behind it. The men of the mountain. He had heard legends, but dismissed them as such. Now, he plans to free his fellow people from the mountain, and effectively end their reign over the wooded lands. He now stands at war with the men of the mountain, often killing members of their security forces, and piking their heads outside the doors of the mountain.