Myx Otysis

[Anonymous]

Name: Myx Otysis
Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair/Eye colors: platinum blond/muddy green

Physical Appearance:

Myx is of average build, lean but slightly built due to natural health, traveling and routine hard work. His platinum blond hair sweeps down to the center of his face to about the middle of his nose, and the rest seems to be swept downwards in dense but feathery lumps, brushing frequently against his narrow muddy, brown-green eyes. His features overall seem to be slightly feline, with a playful and somewhat mischievous smile often playing about his face. The face itself seems young, and has not been touched by the subtle changes of time since his first apparent death at the age of 20. His usual clothing articles are comprised of simple middle-class garbs, a light colored tunic and a pair of earthy colored pants. He owns one pair of black work boots, and wears a small cloak slung over a shoulder.

A small cat with a brilliant fur the same platinum gold of Myx's hair always appears with Myx.

Equipment:

A large knife that is closer to a short-sword, it is of simple and sturdy design, bought from a respectable blacksmith in the downtown of Thar Shaddin. The blade itself is about a foot-and-a-half in length, and broad with a sharp edge on both sides. With money saved up, Myx has finely coated parts of the blade itself with a compound of several semi-rare jewels that act as a minor magical conductor. Though the edge of the blade is dulled by this, Myx uses the blade at times to help in the few spells that he knows. Besides this he owns a small dark-green cloak which he wears over one shoulder.

Powers:

Myx's most prominent power comes not from him but the mysterious entity to whom he owes his life. In the case of his death, a powerful force brings him back to life--much like a traditional phoenix of legend. Myx's wounds heal no faster than a normal man's, and until the moment of his death he is as a normal man: limbs do not grow back, bones do not magically set themselves back and bleeding must stop naturally. However, death brings about a completely rebirth, sometimes immediate but more often accompanied by hours of darkness and agonizing pain.

He also has minor powers in magic--he has minor control over fire; he can shoot a small jet of flame often controlled by general hand gestures to indicate the direction and path of the flame. In addition he can create small balls of light. The most unique power he has is the power to fit-together and unravel; puzzles, locked doors, etc. are affected by this power.

Besides magic, he has modest skills with swordplay, just enough to know how to properly brandish his short-sword.

Weaknesses:

The cat that always stays with Myx is a physical manifestation of the contract on his life--though the cat itself has a few minor abilities for survival, such as exuding an aura of unimportance (causing people to brush the cat off and often dismissing the cat from their perception to the point of semi-invisibility), it is limited in the rest of its abilities to being a normal cat. To harm the cat is to harm Myx.

And to that point, while it may seem that Myx cannot die, he is by no means invulnerable--he is no more a stranger to pain than any other human being; and often times death is accompanied by immense amounts of pain. Though stabbing him in the gut might not mean that he would stay down forever, it does mean that he is out for the count, writhing in pain and in some instances blacking out for hours.

Physically Myx is limited to the abilities of an average, fit male adult, and also being not so highly trained in combat, has very limited defensive or offensive capabilities. Perhaps it is better to state that his sole power is his ability to survive clearly fatal wounds, at least so far in his life since his initial 'death'.

Personality:

Before all that has happened to Myx had happened, Myx was once a normal, sharp witted youth. He has had a rocky relationship with his father, though he has managed to survive childhood intact, both physically and mentally. He vaguely remembers that once he had a penchant for logical thinking and that he took great amusement in solving little puzzles and riddles presented by the harlots and jesters in busy city streets.

Since his bondage to his mysterious master began however, Myx has been fighting bitterly to keep a sense of himself and not to lose hope; a battle he finds harder and harder to fight as he lives longer in his pseudo-life. He is frustrated by the feeling of being a blind slave to a master he does not even know, and struggles day after day against the listless unrest that rules his days. The relationships Myx can form with the people around him is limited by the will of his master--and as such he can only reveal a limited amount of his true self; this continues to haunt Myx, who was once a youth confident in his identity and excited about his future. He even goes so far as to question his unique existance--and in someways, the fact that he lost his life of his own doing constantly haunts him with the thought that he deserves no life, as it is a second life which he was given after his 'death'.

To keep his mind off of this he delights in the superficial things that once tickled his fancy so long ago--puzzles, riddles, exploration and small things allowed to him. A powerful curiosity coupled with the hope that he may somehow find a way to break his bondage no matter how hopeless drives the core of his outer personality.

But the part of him that has given up--a part that grows ever stronger in conflict with his bitter struggle for freedom or at least an answer--gives him a sense of apathy to the events around him, especially death and suffering--one of which he is removed from physically, and the latter in which he finds himself constantly experiencing.

History:

[I still have the original history, but I decided to summarized it here]

Myx was once a curious youth, with a distant father and a mildly caring mother. He came from a merchant family, well-off but not particularly wealthy. He was bright and quick, and physically charming as well as in possession of a modestly charismatic personality. However all this ended when, just a few years after he had gone out on his own to learn the world (a venture wholly encouraged by his father who had in his younger days had done the same) he found himself in the back of a dark alley, bleeding from a gut wound given to him by a robber who had strong armed him rather easily into the alley with threat of his life. With the metallic copper taste of blood in his mouth and the acrid smell of his own feces stinging his nose Myx knew that death was not so far away. It was at this point that he saw what he thought at that time to be the last sight of his living life--two slit-eyes, like that of a cat--and Myx was reborn, not quite who he was before.

The initial booming voice of his master commanded him only to travel to Thar Shaddin. It was the first and the last time Myx would hear the voice of his master--through trial and error Myx found that he could not disobey his master. He also learned that his master would not let death end his life, and that anytime he had died he would be returned to life, good as new. He could not let others know of his conditions either; those he attempted to communicate to had either mysteriously gone mad, had killed themselves, or sometimes had both conditions afflicted on them.

It took Myx a year to get to Thar Shaddin; here he stays, where he makes a superficial living in the residential area, doing odd jobs around for merchants and at Inns and taverns, and further awaiting the command of his master.