Ex Aazimar character adoptable hotsell with dice

This is a bundle package for the original character art on paper, with the handmade dice set to fit the character and a written backstory for it.
All you need to do is roll the stats and start playing with it!

Art is made by me, Alicia but the background story I have a hired writer I pay to do the stories. Dice are handmade by me from resin.

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Tersechore Tamiel had manifested his celestial powers in his early youth, as a teen he had fought off all the evil around and in his village Naylene – with the help and guidance of his celestial guide he was on his way to become a skillful fighter. His name was becoming well known and respected all over the nearby lands and villages. His guide had often tried to tell him this was only training, the real purpose for Tersechores training still lay ahead. And it was much more important than a simple baker charging too much for his bread or a lousy thief picking some coins. Tersechore had not REALLY believed him, but at the same time it had felt good to have something... We all need to feel we have a purpose in our lives, something important.



But now Terpsechore has fallen. He was a fallen Aasimar. Why he had fallen he could not for the life of it remember, it was somehow completely erased from his memory, but he knew it must have been something bad. He often daydreamed about his childhood back in the village, from the times way back when he still was a happy trainee living with his parents. He had then known and understood he had a mission, the fact was imprinted in him over and over so many times that he could never forget THAT. But what THAT was, the mission, he did not know. It was almost like in the nightmares he sometimes had, the moment he was about to find out what had happened to him as a boy he always woke up screaming. He almost could grasp it, but it always slipped through the searching fingers in his mind.



Now he was a wanderer, trying to do all the good he could. But way too often it was very hard to do good, sometimes he just felt it was so much more fun to do something less good. Or, to be honest, evil.



Still he knew; Someday he would remember why he had fallen. And then someone – or something – would have to pay. This was his REAL purpose now. hotsell