Name: Hamon Cheez
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Personality: Eccentric, nervous, and quirky. Hamon is an annoyance to some and an amusement to others... at least the few who speak to him long enough. The poor little man can't decide whether he's afraid of others or lonely. Unlike other mana wielders, who are often portrayed as powerful, confident, or even arrogant beings, Hamon has little love of his own powers. Yes, they're quite handy for quickly starting a fire to brew a nice cup of tea or playing tricks on unsuspecting villains who wander into his forest, but to their master, Hamon's powers have little other value. Besides puttering through the forest to check on things, Hamon's only other real duty is watching the roads for travelers in need or bandits. Bandits are a particular source of glee, for the little wielder can practice new jokes without guilt. He finds them and their reactions far more interesting than honest travelers, who he might deem to help from afar but rarely addresses personally. As mentioned before, this is not out of arrogance or standoffishness, but rather a queer sort of fear of strangers and of the world in general.
Appearance: Approximately 3'5" (though no one has kept him still enough to measure), slightly rotund in a baby-fat way. His hair is curly but coarse with a greenish-gray tint that makes it look more like Spanish moss than actual hair. Various forest detritus such as leaves and small twigs stick randomly at out both his hair and tiny goatherd beard. His eyes are the same green as the underside of a new leaf and twinkle mischievously during a joke while darting anxiously during a fright. His face as a whole is a bit of a puzzle, since it leaves few clues as to his age or species. Its shape is human, but seems too different to be so, and while his cheeks are as cherubic as a newborn babe's the corners of his eyes are wrinkled from many years filled with emotions.
His tunic and breeches are manufactured of coarsely spun cotton and patched many times over. His vest is made of sturdier materials and holds many pockets that are much larger inside than they appear without. He wears no shoes but insists on wearing socks when resting by a fire. His prized possession is a square, dumpy bag nearly half his size that he carries around everywhere.
History: Hamon's history is largely unknown. Tales existed as far as several hundred years ago of a keeper of the forest, but it is uncertain whether this keeper was Hamon as well or another that he later replaced. Whenever his arrival, Hamon has lived in the forest, alone, entrusted with the good of the forest and those living and traveling within its boundaries. His moods and actions towards others vary enough to spawn a legend of two separate beings, one a caregiver and aid who tends to the helpless and needy, the other a trickster who fools others for his own enjoyment. In truth, Hamon is both. He once scared a band of robbers so silly that they forthwith sold their swords on the spot and promised to become honest drunkards for the rest of their lives. On the same token, many years before he had rescued a lost little girl and kept her safe in his home for the night, a special token of caring never before and never again bestowed on another.
Abilities: A little of this and a little of that. The creatures of the forest obey him, of course, and he can perform simple tasks like starting a fire with the snap of his fingers or releasing a dazzling fireworks display from the palm of his hand.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Personality: Eccentric, nervous, and quirky. Hamon is an annoyance to some and an amusement to others... at least the few who speak to him long enough. The poor little man can't decide whether he's afraid of others or lonely. Unlike other mana wielders, who are often portrayed as powerful, confident, or even arrogant beings, Hamon has little love of his own powers. Yes, they're quite handy for quickly starting a fire to brew a nice cup of tea or playing tricks on unsuspecting villains who wander into his forest, but to their master, Hamon's powers have little other value. Besides puttering through the forest to check on things, Hamon's only other real duty is watching the roads for travelers in need or bandits. Bandits are a particular source of glee, for the little wielder can practice new jokes without guilt. He finds them and their reactions far more interesting than honest travelers, who he might deem to help from afar but rarely addresses personally. As mentioned before, this is not out of arrogance or standoffishness, but rather a queer sort of fear of strangers and of the world in general.
Appearance: Approximately 3'5" (though no one has kept him still enough to measure), slightly rotund in a baby-fat way. His hair is curly but coarse with a greenish-gray tint that makes it look more like Spanish moss than actual hair. Various forest detritus such as leaves and small twigs stick randomly at out both his hair and tiny goatherd beard. His eyes are the same green as the underside of a new leaf and twinkle mischievously during a joke while darting anxiously during a fright. His face as a whole is a bit of a puzzle, since it leaves few clues as to his age or species. Its shape is human, but seems too different to be so, and while his cheeks are as cherubic as a newborn babe's the corners of his eyes are wrinkled from many years filled with emotions.
His tunic and breeches are manufactured of coarsely spun cotton and patched many times over. His vest is made of sturdier materials and holds many pockets that are much larger inside than they appear without. He wears no shoes but insists on wearing socks when resting by a fire. His prized possession is a square, dumpy bag nearly half his size that he carries around everywhere.
History: Hamon's history is largely unknown. Tales existed as far as several hundred years ago of a keeper of the forest, but it is uncertain whether this keeper was Hamon as well or another that he later replaced. Whenever his arrival, Hamon has lived in the forest, alone, entrusted with the good of the forest and those living and traveling within its boundaries. His moods and actions towards others vary enough to spawn a legend of two separate beings, one a caregiver and aid who tends to the helpless and needy, the other a trickster who fools others for his own enjoyment. In truth, Hamon is both. He once scared a band of robbers so silly that they forthwith sold their swords on the spot and promised to become honest drunkards for the rest of their lives. On the same token, many years before he had rescued a lost little girl and kept her safe in his home for the night, a special token of caring never before and never again bestowed on another.
Abilities: A little of this and a little of that. The creatures of the forest obey him, of course, and he can perform simple tasks like starting a fire with the snap of his fingers or releasing a dazzling fireworks display from the palm of his hand.
