The overseer watches everything from afar, not bound by any civilization or path. Just a watcher, who rarely intervenes.
The overseer's family isn't known by any record, but one is. and it is his dog, named oscar. He can be seen watching, with his dog sat comfortably by his side.
The Overseer was born in Athera.
The Overeer was raised in the woods, and used to be a normal kid, who liked fishing, and sometimes even dabbled in the art of the sword.
The overseer left home, as they have needed to learn more about the place he lived in. He needed to know what was happening in the world.
His appearance is vauge. Face not shown, eyes only seen once, and even then, is debated. The overseer can be seen with a black sword strapped to his side, and he is often non-hostile, unless provoked.
The overseer has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, his gaze is met with run down houses and shops, and it was raining, so he ducked into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old woman raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study his 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?”
The Overseer: *Clearing his throat* "Hello, madam. I just was-" *He pauses* "How were you expecting me?" *He asks, now wary of this new figure*
The Overseer: *Calms down for a moment* "Never mind that, and as for your questions, I have just few responses." *He says, simply. Dog sitting next to him, wimpering softly* "I come from Almaris, raised in the forest." *He pauses, and eyes narrow just a fraction* "And as for what I hope to make for myself? Well, that isn't none of your concern, I'm afraid, madam. I simply came here just to take cover from the rain."
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