Birth Name: A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oboritha.
Moniker: The Thunderbird.
Patron Deity: Akadi.
Current Alignment: True Neutral.
Base Class: Druid - Spirit Shaman.
Profession: Heirophant, Sage, Shaman, Bird-Watcher, Hunter, Gatherer.
Languages: Common, "Animal", Sylvan, Celestial, Elven, Undercommon, Netherese.
Quirks: His speech pattern is third person, as the Thunderbird.
Race: Appears to be human (Aasimar).
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Ruby red, solid.
Hair: Raven black.
Skin: Dusky white.
General Health: Healthy, slightly underfed.
The Thunderbird is a decent looking, tall male. He appears to be human, his slightly dark skin still fair and his silky-soft hair carrying a hue as black as a raven's feathers. His eyes are a betrayal of his possible heritage, carrying neither visible pupils or corona. Instead, his eyes are solid ruby in colour, appearing almost like smooth crystal orbs. His face is chiseled, with a dimpled chin, high cheekbones, and angled cheeks. His body is strong, like that of a swimmer. His arms are slightly weaker, with his hips and legs being muscled and larger. His stomach is well-toned and he appears to be a little on the thin-side. His body, should it ever be revealed, is littered with scars of various shapes and sizes. Around his neck is a deep circular shape scar.
His attire is often extravagant, invoking the image of a hulking bird. On his body, he wears light obsidian-coloured armored leather, with a crimson sash wrapped around it. On it is weaved many intricate pictures, evoking images of animals, plants, and fires to the eye. Across his shoulders, is slung a cloak made of leather. Sewn into this cloak are various feathers, and attached to it is a cowl which appears to be likened after a raven's head. On his hips, he carries what appears to be a blade with an obsidian hilt, and a small book with several pictures of avian creatures and lighting embroidered onto its cover.
- *Defend nature against any of its enemies.
*Further knowledge of the mysteries of divine magic.
*Wrestle control of his own magic.
*Balance his existence between A'tun and the Thunderbird.
*Understand the wild and the world of spirits around him.
*Care for the Thunderspider, his new companion.
- *The Thunderbird yearns to fly, but he has no means of doing so on his own.
*The Thunderbird possesses a ring which, if he rubs it, creates a Djinni that serves him.
*A'tun is in control of his body, for the most part. However, when spirits and other begins commune through him, he slips back into his tormented nightmare, a black abyss that engulfs him and prevents him from acting of his own accord.
*A'tun perceives the spirit world but is not fully able to exercise control over it as of now. This causes him to lapse when spirits use his body to channel magic and makes him sometimes unable to prevent them from doing so on their own.
When A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oborintha was toiling the fields one day, he heard angry voices echo from inside his family's house. He peeked up through the fence and saw several figures outside, talking to his father and older brother and sister.
When A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oborintha came to, he was in a what appeared to be a bunk-bed. Various men and women slept beside him, none that he knew. He peered over, and down, noticing that he was on the top bunk of his bed. Below him, slept a young woman. Her eyes a dull bronze colour, her skin pale and fair. Her face was bruised, and her raven hair was matted. She then snapped her gaze up to him and he retreated back to his cot.
The woman gazed back at him, and promptly responded. She said that he, like her, was a servant of Cathyr, the capital of Dambrath. He had been picked to do muscle work for the docks, same as the rest of the others in the bedroom he woke in. She also told him that for their labour, he would be well rewarded with a room, food, and life. He nodded, thinking that this seemed to be a fair exchange. As his father always said, you work to live. The woman, her name "Katerine" gave him a slight, almost sad, smile at that and agreed with him.
A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oborintha travelled with Katerine and the rest of his bunk-mates to their place of work, a dock. There, he lifted container after container onto caravans. He fed horses, and brought supplies to ships. He brought both the dock and ship masters alike whatever they needed. Years passed, and he worked tirelessly for his reward, his life. He seemed almost content with his existence, not doing anything to merit punishment and performing his job well.
However, something changed. As he and his bunk-mate Katerine got older, their desires also changed. They began to see each-other in a new light as their time spent together passed, and feelings began to develop among each other. Eventually, Katerine and A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oborintha spent a night together, sharing the same bed. One of the other slaves witnessed the act, and called upon the slavemaster, one of the local priests, to correct this matter.
He went to work promptly, his superiors treating them as they always did. They looked down at him, he knew. But, he knew it was his place to be looked down upon. As he did his job, he heard some voices. He saw his overseer speaking with one of the local ship captains. A magnificent ship this particular captain had. Its sails held the flag of the Sea Bitch, Umberlee. The captain was a handsome looking fellow, a foreigner. The Thunderbird noticed that his overseer signaled him to come over. The overseer told the Thunderbird that his place was no longer with the slaves, and that he was to go to a better life. The overseer was then given a sack of gold by the captain, and he was brought aboard the ship.
A'tun-Bashil'ka Kantha Oboritha blinked, remembering his father for a moment. He felt his heart grow heavy, and his knees tremble. He then felt a soft wind touch his face and he blinked again, not wanting to get dust in his eyes from the dock.
The Thunderbird boarded the ship, and the captain explained to him that he had just bought him. The captain told him that they were bound for the high seas, and they would travel west. He was to help maintain the ship, perform manual labour, and everything else the crew might need.
After some time, the captain asked the Thunderbird if he wished to shed his collar, and become a member of the crew. The captain told the Thunderbird that he would be quite an asset to the crew. The Thunderbird agreed, telling the captain that he would love nothing more. His collar, the Thunderbird had nearly forgotten about the piece of metal he wore around his neck all his life. He was sent to the crew's metal-smith, who pried the metal off his neck. The Thunderbird felt as if a weight had lifted from him, he felt freer than he ever had before. The captain asked the Thunderbird for his name, and the Thunderbird replied.
"He is the Thunderbird."
The captain seemed amused by this, and told the Thunderbird that he would take him under his "wing" and teach him of this world. The Thunderbird crafted attire from gemstones, strange "metal" provided by his captain, feathers, and hide. He wore his name with pride, his chosen outfit a reflection of himself.
The Thunderbird was unclear what had happened. After several days of testing and examining from both the ship's magus and priest, a conclusion was reached. The Thunderbird had a measure of raw magical talent, that was untapped but present.
The ship captain immediately ordered the Thunderbird be put through training. While he was a little older, he was still able to be trained by the two magic users. The magus taught him theories of magic, what magic was, and how to use it. The priest imparted his druidic wisdom onto the Thunderbird, teaching him how to control it and how best to use his magic.
Years of training past, and the Thunderbird's ability to control and direct magic improved. The captain then ordered the Thunderbird be transferred to him, as his personal student. The Thunderbird was confused, as the captain did not seem to display any magical talent in front of him. The captain informed the Thunderbird that he, like the ship's priest, was a druid dedicated to the goddess Umberlee. He told the Thunderbird that he would teach him his ways, if he was willing to recite the oath.
The Thunderbird was ordered to commune, to meditate for three days before reaching his decision. He did so, climbing to the crow's nest and closing his eyes, feeling the wind on his face. Three days time past, and the Thunderbird declared that he would swear his druidic oaths, but only to the force he saw. The captain relented, agreeing. The Thunderbird, surprising the captain, swore the oath the captain desired him swear to the wind, the goddess he had learned of in his studies - Akadi.
Eventually, the captain decided that he would retire from the life, naming his first-mate the new captain. The ship landed, and the Thunderbird decided that the time had come for him to spread his own wings. The Silent Storm made port at a city called Roaringshore and departed with neither the captain, nore the Thunderbird. The two parted their ways, the captain moving to Baldur's Gate to get himself a "house and a wife", and the Thunderbird roaming the land to collect more knowledge of both his god and the mysteries of the divine.
He now roams the land, a strange man from a stranger land. He has all but nearly forgotten his old life, in that dreary and grey land of Dambrath. He has a new life now, living free among the trees, grass, and mountains. A better life, a life on the Sword Coast. . .