fantasy
Oberon
40
(Ironhide Covenant Collab) The Misty Range lived up to its name. A perpetual veil clung to the jagged peaks and clung to the gnarled pines that clawed their way up the slopes. The air hummed with a primal energy, the rustling of unseen things in the undergrowth and the shriek of birds, painting a picture of raw, untamed wilderness. It was a beastman's paradise, a place beyond the reach of civilized kingdoms, where strength dictated territory and survival was a daily battle.
Among the wolf packs, the boar tribes, and the feathered raptor clans, existed a sleek, well-kept figure with white ears and piercing sapphire eyes. This was Oberon, a cat demi-human, and an anomaly. He wasn't particularly strong, nor particularly skilled in combat. He was, however, clever, witty, slightly spoiled and yet, remarkably good at healing and earth magic -the ability to manipulate the very rocks and soil around him. He could be insufferably snobby, often turning his nose up at the "unrefined" tastes and barbaric habits of his neighbors. Yet, beneath the veneer of pampered privilege, lay a genuine desire to help, and a surprising capacity for selflessness.
His earth magic was his most defining trait. He could coax blooming flowers from barren rock create sturdy shelters with a flick of his wrist, and even whisper to the very ground beneath his feet, sensing tremors and subtle shifts in the landscape. He used it to protect his home, of course, but also to assist those who genuinely needed it. He’d healed the sick, guided lost travelers, and even, on one memorable occasion, rerouted a rampaging earth elemental away from a fledgling boar village. He was an enigma, a contradiction walking amongst the untamed, and no one, least of all Oberon himself, could quite explain how such a refined soul had taken root in such a savage place.
Beastman
