The Dreamlord

Agender, they/them.

They feel 27 but have been alive for almost 50 years.

140 lbs.

5'9"

Dark blue.

Wavy, to the bottom of their chest.

None.

Pale purple.

Human.

Tanned, medium tone.

Muscular and slightly curvy. AFAB with a small chest.

Pierced ears, right eyebrow pierced, scar on the right side of their mouth.

Likes wearing typically feminine clothes. Loves skirts. Takes special pleasure in wearing revealing clothing and messing people up who think it's an invitation.

Sharp jaw, elegant nose, medium lips.

They generally stand in a non-threatening posture, though they will take part and purposely lose any fight they can (because they feel like they deserve to feel that pain).

They want to somehow atone for the terrible things they did (that they were forced to do, but they still feel very guilty).

They often blame themself for things out of their control and instead of facing and overcoming their problems, they shove them away and try to forget about them.

They think that anyone calling themself a 'hero' will be absolutely insufferable.

They're an incredible fighter and have mastered combat magic.

Drinking, painting people or buildings.

They act very confidently and like nothing ever bothers them. They're very vocal about what they want and what they don't want and often find themself in the center of attention by their own hand. They act very shameless and don't hesitate to ask uncomfortable questions. They're really a very nice person under the persona they've built for themself and care a lot about those close to them. They will absolutely not let anyone hurt people they like. Deep down, they feel really guilty about what they did and feel as though they deserve anything bad that happens to them, whether it be a misfortune, injury, or even death.

Queer.

Art, especially if they made it themself, plants, being around people, mint-flavored things, shiny jewelry.

Pets in general, being hot (they can handle cold just fine), the feeling of guilt, strawberries.

They have a pretty voice, on the higher side. They often laugh and tease and aren't afraid to say what they think.

They usually wave and give a huge smile, and say something along the lines of, "Hi there, [pet name]."

No. Do not let them try, it's painful.

They are sure there is a god and that this god hates them.

They don't pay attention to that sort of stuff.

Ex-#1-Enemy-of-the-State, current public menace.

A teal color.

Mint ice cream.

Their custom-made magic flask that never runs out of liquor.

A long, slightly curved sword with a short guard called a wind cleaver, or a winver for short.

They don't like animals.

They just sort of wander around and occasionally offer to do chores for people.

They were born in a small village on the edge of the country. It was a town rather well-known for its blacksmithing, and they grew up surrounded by swords. They ended up learning how to wield one and got rather good at it, too. So good, in fact, that their parents decided to send them off to the University to get a professional education instead of whatever tricks the village had come up with over the years. There, they had a rather good time, at least until some unnamed bad guy [tbd] appeared. This bad guy wanted to kill a lot of people, and figured getting a good sword wielder on their side would go good. Of course, no one at the University wanted anything to do with them, so they decided to try and kill every single person and the one who put up the most fight would get to live, while everyone else got slaughtered. Shiloh ended up being that person, and the bad guy manipulated the scene to make it look like they were the one to killed everyone. They spent many years as the puppet of the bad guy, killing people and generally being evil, until people finally managed to stop them. They weren't killed but put into a long sleep while people figured out what to do with them. They actually forgot about Shiloh, and they spent about 50 years sleeping, until the spell finally broke and they woke up.

They learned combat magic.