Froderick Redcaster

## Skill Proficiencies

Athletics

Intimidation

Perception

Survival

## The Wild Hippie

My Story

They called me the Satirical Satyr. I never thought I was that bad. Yeah I made jokes about those who whored around and some who were up to no good. However I never made fun of like babies dying or something. Sometimes though people just don't want to hear it. It's for that reason I upped and left. I said to hell with it all I'll be on my own.

In case you live under a rock, a very big rock, satyrs love to party. We're a social creature. Boos, drugs, attractive people, the whole shebang. Yeah it's fun but it's not as fun as watching someone step on a rake and hurting themselves. That's comedy gold. Again people don't like that. I guess they don't like to be laughed at. So I upped and left.

In my travels I found those who loved to laugh and cry, fight and fall. I loved them all. They were hilarious! One guy punched me square in the jaw and in the process, fell and knocked himself out on the side of a building! Oh the laugh I had while pissing on his face! But these times ended a few years after I upped and left.

I found someone I loved. She was a quiet Satyr, away from the flock like me. Except she left because the people there were so floaty. She wanted to relax. Watch leaves change color. Watch the mother bear tend to her children. She wanted nothing more than peace.

We married about as much as two woodsy, non-cultural folks could. We loved and loved. We made friends with all the animals. She taught me how to approach them with great care. She even taught me how to hunt respectfully. Because of her guidance, I have loved cubs and pups as though they were domesticated.

One morning we woke to the beautiful rays of the sun, teasing us through the fingers of the trees. Rays of the Gods themselves tingled the chill from our faces. It was stunning. She smiled and told me this is it. She wants nothing more. She just died. It wasn't suicide. It wasn't murder or old age or anything normal. She collapsed as graceful as a leaf falling from the tree.

I lost it. Insanity swept over me and all I could do was laugh. I hated it. I hated the laughing, the lack of tears, the emptiness in my heart.

When you experience great pain your mental facilities shut down. No longer do you feel happiness, sadness, pain, hunger, thirst, etc. Your brain is numb. Like the feeling you get when you hold your arms up for too long. It's a tingle localized to your brain. And then I blew up. Literally.

As though the demons of other worlds were living inside me, I ignited with great flames. They did not hurt me physically but they destroyed me spiritually. And then I passed out with the visions of flames spitting around me.

When I awoke the woods around me were scorched and with it the home I had made. Everything was ash. You couldn't tell where the little foundation of our hut started nor could you tell my wife's body was even there. So with nothing there, I upped and left.

I traveled further along the woods. Numb to the scenery. The entire time I saw my new familiar. It's a bear. It comforts me with a warm embrace at night. It's as though my wife is imbued with this flaming familiar.

In my travels I never determined why I can do what I can do. It's funny how satirical life is. My wife loved the mama bear the most.

I found myself in a Fey village not far from Lakewood. They Fey saw me, the damaged thing I am, and took me in. I became a loose ambassador for them in exchange for having a roof over my head and food in my belly.

Something that has always itched me is to know more about this familiar. Is there anyone in this mortal plane that can assist me? I fear not but one day I will go and find something, anything, about this friend I have made. To be honest though, I fear this outside world. It seems all of my mental fortitude is gone and the last thing I need is to be lost in a foreign place with foreign faces.

## Description

Flaming red skin much like David Grohl's role in Tenacious D. Long strawberry blonde hair with a beard that is braided down to his chest. He wears a rather grungy top, embroidered with leaves of the willow tree. He has a kind demeanor until someone brings up the topic of loss, in which case he becomes enraged at the loss of his wife.

Travelling at his side, one can see an ethereal black bear. A beautiful sheen casts over its ectoplasmic fur that much like gun bluing, shines a brilliant sapphire when direct sun hits it. But don't step in between Rose and Froderick, lest you want a flaming bear mauling you. That's right, Rose, the bear, is a beautiful flaming wildlife spirit that protects and comforts Froderick in his darkest hours.