TRIBE-242: Valence Oakland
Sphirix
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Name
Lady -
Shape
Lynx
Status
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Rank
Healer (?) -
Location
The Lost Tribe -
Dead/Alive
Alive
Misc
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Birthday
14th of February
Oak is a strong quiet type. Typical days throughout the year he trains with his specially designed sword, uniquely designed as an original one of a kind. Crafting smaller knives for either fun, or for the younger ones to practice with. No Grifix knows what Oak sounds like, nor how he learned to craft and design such sharp and tough weaponry. He claims that the feather that hangs from the handle is one from a phoenix, showing other interested Grifix a through map that hangs outside his hut telling the story about how he did as such.
Oak isn't mute, nor did he take a vow of silence, simply choosing to not speak which does more than many believed. No fighting, no arguing, no way to separate each other through disagreements. It's often easy to determine Oaks mood depending on the small hood he wears. Wearing it means he wishes to not be disturbed, without it showing it's alright to interact. Some fellow tribe members will often whisper in gossip about what he does when wearing the hood. Many believe that he does indeed speak but only to himself, no one's ever tested said theory however due to fright about what could happen when he's disturbed.
Despite appearance, stature, and behavior. He has a common way to communicate that others sometimes misjudge or mistakingly intake. "The Cold Stare" a saying and action often referred to being stared at as if they are staring at your soul. Running shivers down the spine. Oaks' stare is quite the opposite, having deep blue eyes that look softer than the rest of him. Naturally seeming as if he was a gentle giant simply by the eyes. Only one Grifix was able to get an indepth look however to Oaks eyes. Referring to the sight as "a wandering ocean full of life and grace, as if you could actually see waves brushing along the deep blue sea."
One thing Oak doesn't like is blinding bright lights. It's incredibly tough to find him roaming during noon times due to the sun's brightness. Evening, dawn, dusk, and night being the best chances to see him with fellow tribe members. No one knows as to why his dislike for general light started but it's rumored he was born at midnight in complete darkness, in turn having his eyes become so fully adjusted to darkness over the light.
Theoretically he is a healer. However other healers seemed to all agree to leave him be and not assign him any work. For unknown reasons, the King and the Priestess didn't complain about it.
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