Vaclav

Nationality

Place of Birth: the desert town of Farafime

           Affiliation: none

Religion: strongly aligned with the old faith of Farafime

Physical Description

Species: human

Gender: male

Eye Color: a sharp light blue

Age:32

Weight: 140

“Every question must have an answer”

(maybe a warning? Idk how that works but like a surgery was described if that's to icky for you)

(What the early life of your character)

Vaclav watches as a vulture flies circles around a zombie outside of his city wall, waiting for the inevitable time for it to feast. He pitied the creature burning in the sun knowing it was once a human like him and how it may have been one of his patients that he has failed to save like the hundreds others that the husk virus has laid to rabidness within his city. He moves from the barred window and walks down the hall away from his infirmary. As he’s walking he notices a hidden door leading to a staircase down has been left ajar. He quickly rushes to the door to slam it shut, hidden from the naked eye. He quickly gains his composure and continues down the hall towards the exit at the end of the hall. The streets of his once glorious city now lays barren, soul vultures, not native to this land but here due to migration of the influx of food, cling to the rooftops eyeing anyone to walk down the street as if expecting them to drop at an instant. Sorrowful eyes peer at Vaclav through closed curtains knowing that their last hope for the virus has itself lost hope. Vaclav looks up to a soul vulture, its rotting host of a vulture body being held together by bright blue glowing veins. The veins themselves all lead to the center of an exposed ribcage showing a bright beating heart. He swears he can hear cries of souls coming from the center of those beating hearts.

His once joking demeanor has been replaced with desperation to save the city he loves thats been crushed under the weight of hopelessness in the situation. He walks to the city market and the sight of so many empty stalls as another layer to his despair. A looming statue of Kor, the elder god of flesh and faith and the most powerful of the gods, watches over the solemn scene. He walks to one of the few open stalls. Without people manning the farms the butcher has begun to run low on meat for sale so prices are tough and choices are little, but he walks out with a small amount of an unknown meat to him. He walks home past the vultures and the peering eyes, never letting his eyes climb from the ground.

Vaclav walks into his home and his eyes immediately dart to the hidden door, now wide open, the carpet in front of the door is ruffled as if something scampered across the floor. He drops the meat and runs wildly around his home trying to find where the creature went. He entered his living room and he sees a man hunched over the floor gasping loudly as if a wild animal. Vaclav walks slowly to the man and speaks softly and jokingly to him as if talking to an old friend. The man turns to him, but this creature was hardly a man, its sunken features dig into its skull and its face blistering as if burned by a thousand suns but he eyes Vaclav in an expression much like a lost child. Vaclav knows that the husk virus is to progressed to save the man and slowly reaches for a small knife upon his waist. This small movement triggered the creature and it lunged towards Vaclav grabbing towards his arm and biting a chunk out of his lower arm. Vaclav lets out a scream that startles the creature and it runs through the house away from Vaclav. He hears the sound of glass shattering and he lets out a sigh of relief as he knows it could have gone much worse. He looks down at his forearm and sees the chunks out of his arms and the veins showing. He sits on his living room floor staring at it knowing the virus has finally reached him. The weight finally nears crushing the last bit of hope inside of him.

(Mid part of the characters life[can be multiple sections to categorize each main event] )

A week goes by as Vaclav quarantines himself within his home, planning and hoping, becoming nearly delusional in this state however his humor has resurfaced, telling himself little jokes here and there knowing he will either be cured or not live long enough to see the end. He stares at his arm as his forearm skin starts to blister. He knows he must act soon before its to late. Vaclav goes to his laboratory his last bit of hope put into a plan he has yet to test on another creature let alone a human or himself. A soul vulture squawks loudly from inside a pen inside the lab. He knows through his veins the virus has reached his heart and his only hope was the small beating pound of flesh within the undead creature keeping it alive.

Vaclav casts a small spell upon himself, sedating all the nerves within his body to make the next few hours bearable. He knows he must remove his arm but there is a bigger issue in which he needs both his hands for what comes next. Over the next few hours he performed open heart surgery, the first of this time, upon himself exposing his rotted and diseased heart. He slowly and carefully removes it and quickly to insert the beating blue vulture heart, he clothes his eyes and casts a healing spell knowing this is the riskiest part. Luckily the healing spell worked, reconnecting the veins however it worked too well and the veins began to consume and replace many of his other veins and even cells. He works for the next many hours to close the wound. Happy and more hopeful now that the hardest was over, he made quick work to remove his arm to disconnect the virus from the rest of his healthy body.

Fueled with renewed hope Vaclav readies for bed for the sedating charm began to wear off and the soreness began to kick in, he looks at himself in his mirror by his bedside and noticed his eyes were a brighter shade of blue, and to his shock a small feather sprouted from the stub from where his arm once was. He plucked it out quickly and figured it must have gotten stuck when closing the wound. He lay in bed and a smile spread across his face and he began to laugh uncontrollably knowing there may be a crude end to the virus. He falls asleep quickly as if upon a bed filled with the softest feathers.

Vaclav wakes up and takes both his hands through his thick hair, he notices that small strands of his hair feel softer, almost feathery. He quickly snaps and brings his hands to his face and stares in horror as his missing arm seems to have been replaced by a birds legs and talons. Rough gray skin covers the arm that leads to five bird talons that seem to be mimicking a human hand. He runs to the mirror frantically and sees that his already long features have grown slightly longer, his nose and neck most notable. Small feathers sprout from his hair and adorn his neck like a vulture's neck piece. Soreness from his back catches his attention and he turns in the mirror and screams in horror from two small bumps from bones perhaps pushing out from below his shoulder blades. He runs from the mirror and out of his home to the street. A couple passing him takes one look and shrieks and fear causing him to squawk. He covers his mouth from shock and he runs out of the town towards the gate. He quickly leaps through the door and crumbles to the ground below.

He picks himself up from the ground and looks back at the town, feeling as if he has failed them he begins to stumble away in hopes to find a new life, as he walks he thinks, he thinks til his brain begins to fry. He decides he can perfect this process, maybe not with a soul vulture heart but with a similar source. Maybe if he perfect it he can cure anything. The thought of even granting immortality passes his mind and he laughs to himself for a second knowing the impossibility. However the thought lingers within his mind. He turns to the sky to see the time and notices a vulture circling above him, expecting that today it shall have another feast.

After stumbling through the woods in his delusional state, he decides that the reason he is living is from a blessing from the old god, Kor. Vaclav believes that this form is a chance at a new life to devote to Kor in order to obtain the knowledge of immortal life and being the true savior to humanity, no matter the cost and he knows where to start. Heading east towards the cosmic shrine of Mergin, the god of knowledge and wisdom.

Skills and Abilities

His ability as a doctor is known throughout his land, his careful hands cant thread even the smallest of needles. He knows most if not all the known healing magic and cures. An expert in cures also needs to be an expert in poisons and diseases being able to create poisons and extract illnesses to utilize in battle and fighting. Being a doctor for many years allows him to know where vital parts of the body to cause harm. His new abilities allow him to have precision eyesight. Vaclav also has an acute sense of knowing when a person is in pain or at death's door. The surgery left him frail and he's become more lightweight and agile but also weaker.

Appearance

“A lanky man with long features and sharp eyes that had brown croissants resting below them. His right arm has appeared to be replaced with a bird's claw. And his messy brown hair has small black feathers as if randomly sprinkled within his hair. Feathers adorned around his neck whether by clothing choice or some unnatural growth around his neck. Whenever he ran I saw bumps protrude from his back as if his wings had been clipped off.”

-A passage from the journal of a Farafime hunter

Personality

“Vaclav was always a helper, he wanted to heal the world of all illnesses. Being a serious man when it came to his work it was almost shocking to know that he was a lighthearted boy. He could be a bit insensitive at times but he’d always apologize once understanding the weight of an issue he caused. He was rather a prankster that boy, ya he’d always be cheating in little games we’d play when he was just a lad, all in fun however, i don’t believe he’d ever mean to hurt anyone. However Vaclav would take his projects very seriously and sometimes ignore the needs of others when workin on little projects if he thought they were mighty important, eh. At the end of it he’s probably out there scared and alone, aye, lad couldn’t survive out there on his own, hes real clumsy like. Just hopin he comes back alright no matter his looks hes still me nephew, and thats all i have to say on that.”

-Vaclav’s uncle to the Farafime governing force on the case for Vaclav