Asmantheuses, also going by the name Asma, was born and raised as a Velulite, though once he got his pattern of the sky, he was unhappy with it. He has been unhappy with his skin before he got his patterns because he has a type of vitiligo.
He was raised with the same ideologies any velulite would have, all mali'ker belong together. And he never thought any differently from that until he got his patterns.
Asma's parents always told him, as a child, that the patterns he'd get were the best thing that would ever happen to him, though slightly later, after they told Asma that, his parents passed away due to natural causes; they were quite old for dark elves.
When Asma got his patterns, he was unhappy with what he got; he always thought that these patterns were supposed to be beautiful and majestic, but he found them uninteresting. Because of this, he decided to run away from his folk to travel on his own, devoted to finding like-minded people and people they would consider ''outcasts''.
Even though he decided to disappear from his people, his devotion to the stars never faded, but he tends to hide it from everyone because it reminds him of the awful day he got his hideous patterns.
Asma tends to collect herbs and plants on his journey. He wants to learn how to work with medicine, potions, and mushrooms. He also loves watching rivers and waters at night because he remembers watching the stars and moon through them, but again, he denies that he still cares about astrology.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
''oh uhm... thanks?'' Asma sat down nervously, looking around the room like he was scared of something. ''What do you mean by expecting me? How do you know me? How did you know I was going to be here?'' Asma looked suspiciously at the old hag ''Are you one of the people searching for me? Gosh, what am I saying, as if anyone would care that I am gone? I've been gone for over a year now.'' Asma crossed his arms and sat a bit more at ease in his chair. His mind was suspicious of the hag; he was thinking of scenarios where he had met them before or maybe stumbled across them, but his mind was blank. ''I'm Asmantheuses Cavestorm, but you can call me Asma, I guess?... I ran away from my people, I don't even remember what my town was called... what a year does to someone is kinda crazy'' Asma laughed to himself a little ''I'm here to make friends with the people that don't have friends, and well, I tend to get along with people that are quite rebellious? Though I'm not someone to cause harm unless it's needed, of course.''
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