Rohan

[ChordTerias]

He was only going to be a NPC, but our boy is getting an upgrade.

Name: Rohan
Age [appearance]: 28
Age [actual]: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Familiar (Buck), Chimera
 
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Frame: 5’9” 150.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: He has a masked tattoo that runs across his chest/torso. It has had its form obfuscated with glamour, only able to be seen by those who possess more power than a member of the Gentry or when the glamour is dispelled by himself or Theo.
 
Personality:

Being visible and having people acknowledge him is completely new, he will often just stare at people for a while before realizing they were speaking TO him.
As he discovers a new emotion, it’s an overwhelming experience for him. He is used to feeling everything through Theo. Now that they’re in the mundane world, he is experiencing things on his own for the first time.
 
History:

Rohan first met Theo when he was a fawn. At 11 years old, by earth standards, Theo was travelling through the Hedge with their father, when they happened upon him. But as with most things in the Hedge, a fawn is not simply a fawn. His imposing form more resembled that of a feral buck, wreathed in shadow and corrupted by the magic of Arcadia. He measured about four feet tall, collapsed on the ground as he was, the bones of his legs twisted and broken. Blood matted his unnaturally leathery skin, dripping from the impossibly twisted horns that crowned his head, remnants of whatever battle he last waged. His breath was visible in the cool autumn air, spilling out of his snout as he heaved in pain. Theo’s father grabbed them by the arm and threw them from the carriage, where they tumbled down the hill towards the beast. From atop the hill, their father called out, “A lesson in strength, that even the strongest can fall if they are not careful. Consume its glamour and take its powers for your own.”
Theo was still for a time, lying motionless on the ground before collecting themselves and brushing the leaves from their clothes. With quiet steps, Theo approached the fawn. When they were but ten feet away, one of the horns grew — rapidly, without warning — and punctured through Theo’s shoulder. Theo stopped their advance, but did not so much as wince. The forest itself was still, silent except for the wind through the boughs of the trees, when it was broke by the low sounds of a hummed lullaby.  As they continued the melody, Theo advanced, the length of the horn becoming slick with blood as their shoulder slid— undeterred by the damage the motion caused.
The fawn began to panic, unable to shake free despite its best attempts. It’s sounds of distress echoed, intermingling with the haunting melody that the child hummed. Once they were within reach, Theo placed a gentle hand on either side of the fawn’s head and it froze. Theo rested their forehead against its temple, and a navy blue light shone from their hands. Its horns retreated into its head; its bones straightened and were mended. The leather of its skin reverted to its natural state: soft brown and white speckled fur lined its body, big beady eyes regarding Theo with wonder. It was not long until the fawn looks as a fawn should, and its gentle wimpers subsided as it laid its head in Theo’s lap, collapsing from exhaustion.
Theo stroked its head, whispering as their Mask faded, “Be still, warden of the Forest.” Their Mask dispelled as they utilized their glamour. Their hair grew, sprigs of wheat jutting up from the ground to surround the creature. Their entire being suffused with their blue aura, tinting the world that surrounded them. Their form grew twice over in size, features distorting to become lovely, but alien. As if they were the picture of a maiden imagined by one who had never seen one. Their voice became distorted, as if a choir spoke at once. “Be still little one, for you now belong to me.” With a gentle touch, they ran their finger gently across its face, petting it fondly. “I title you, Rohan, for you have ascended from the pains which previously plagued you.”
When they returned home, Theo’s father killed the previous titleholder to give Rohan the title of “Pathfinder.”
When Theo ran from home, Rohan stayed within Theo’s shadow for the most part, overwhelmed by all of the sensations present in the mundane world. The first time they exited Theo’s shadow was the first time the pair saw Rohan’s Masked form, sturdy but short -- and most curiously appearing the same age as Theo despite being nearly a decade their junior. The two bickered about that, Theo claiming it was unfair.
Utilized his powers to bring them to the city, as Theo was looking for a place with a higher supernatural population.

Awareness of Supernaturals: He knows about the major players (Vampires, Angels, Demons, Fae, etc.) but he doesn’t much care about the specifics that aren’t crucial to know.
Occupation/Job: Barback at the An Tsi
Interesting Facts / Quirks: He is always drowsy, and has been seen more than once napping at a booth, curled up in a ball, when the An Tsi is first opening for the day. He is not shy about physical affection, having rested his head on the shoulder of familiar people.
Hobby/Hobbies: He hasn’t even considered getting a hobby. Is Theo a hobby?
 
Likes:
Rabbits, became obsessed ever since watching Bambi.
Disney movies in general, as they were much less terrifying than what he thought “fairy tales” would be.
Cuddling, having his hair played with, and hugs.
When Theo treats him like an equal.
Dislikes:
Royalty, especially the Gentry’s Royals.
Seeing Theo scared.
Sulfurous smells.
When Theo treats him like their little brother.
 
Strength: Rohan is earnest, forthright, and welcoming. He is not judgmental, unable to understand why he should be in most cases.
Weakness/Flaw: Given his unique childhood, almost every part of the mortal world is confusing to him. Most of his social cues come from Disney movies, which leads to no small number of awkward moments.

Powers:

Bestowed Title: Pathfinder
Shadowstep: as a native denizen of Arcadia, he can slip through the hedge at will. His title of Pathfinder grants him the ability to enter and exit the hedge almost instantaneously at his chosen location in the mundane world.
Innate Sense of Direction: it is impossible for Rohan to be lost except in the following circumstances:

Magically-enforced separation from Theo
Cut off from utilizing his pool of glamour

Bestowed Title: The Fiend of the Autumn Hedge
Enhanced Strength: When in his form as the shadowbeast, he possesses greatly enhanced strength and durability.
Weaponized horns: They share his durability, and are able to extend or retract as needed for offense and defense.
Malus: Unmasked. It is nigh impossible to remained Masked in this form, causing him to be unable to take the form unless within the Hedge, Arcadia, or somewhere the realms have been merged by fae magic.

Glamour: As a familiar of the Gentry, he is able to utilize glamour as needed; however, he never uses any of the fae power he possesses without Theo’s direction.