Fur Color: Gray, beige, and green
Eye Color: Uranium Green
Darkvision - He is from a place with dark, mostly lightless skies. His place of birth was also this way, and has been as long as any of his people remember. As such, it is far more comfortable for him to be in the dark than it is in the light.
Personality: Chaotically (and dangerously) impulsive and easily distracted. Tib isn’t much for deep conversations or sharing feelings, he’d much rather be doing things. When he speaks, he has a notable lack of a filter and far too much confidence. What’s most likely to come out of his mouth is rudely or bluntly worded observations, crude comments, or whatever random nonsense that happens to pop into his mind. An outside observer could easily mark him down as a delinquent or asshole and call it a day.
He won’t beat those allegations, he won’t even try. There’s a lot about him he holds close to his chest. The reality is that, while he is very much impulsive and chaotic, he makes deliberate choices to forge a perceived persona. He knows better than anyone just how dangerous simply being in the nearby vicinity of him is. That’s a fact he’s quite open about. So he stands by his logic; be as annoying as possible and people will stay away, because telling people to keep distance for their own good isn’t always good enough.
He’s seen far too many goodie-two-shoes who just insist on being stupid to play the hero. You can’t save someone that’s already beyond saving. In his situation, it won’t simply end in someone getting killed, it’s so much worse.
Despite everything… he still values the word of Mercy. Sure, he doesn’t exactly embody the teachings anymore. But, as hypocritical as it is, he can’t let go of his beliefs either.
It leaves him in a state of internal conflict. His master demands bodies, but following commands results only in more suffering. A selfishness controls him far more than anything else, he doesn’t want to face punishment for disobeying. Or worse, oblivion. The fear paralyzes him sometimes, the unfairness of it all. He won’t disobey. He just can’t.
Into the Paperverse: In Ledirra, there is no escaping the ever observant eye of his master. He can go to the ends of the world and it’ll still know where he’s run off to, and it can drag him back kicking and screaming. But that’s Ledirra… So what a surprise it is when a mysterious portal activates for him, to a place his master has no control.
Mercy’s Grace… it must be. How long had it been since he felt even a sliver of freedom? He loves this world, collection of worlds? This guild. He’s not a good person by any means, but they welcome him the same as anybody else. It’s enough to want to claw his way back again and again. To see the people, the places.
To finally have anyone to connect with.