PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY IDEAS! I have a small feeling a form or two.is getting really close in similarity to my idea and I would prefer if that didn't happen since I've already put in a lot of effort for this character that isn't shown
Username: Champion.
Name: Tiberius Grey
Gender: Male
Draw/Write about an adventure they went on:The adventure to find who he was, calls the mountains home with his family that is made up of his mother, father, and older brother.Name Tiberius Grey,
lives in the snowy mountains as a lone traveler, takes in injures travelers from the mountains or hurt animals. Very aloof and quiet, doesn't talk much at all.I'm going to attempt to make a PMV (Picture Moving Video) because I know I won't be able to animate it in time, maybe multiple small PMVs and a few smaller animations to tag along to my story. He also lives in a clan sorta dynamic where everyone is tight knit and holds onto superstition and more.
Chapter One : Little Wolf
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Flames sprung to life in front of the young kalon's eyes and our protagonist witnesses magic for the very first time. Worn with wrinkles and burns discoloring the old man's arms, his laugh could've been mistaken for a lone crow. "Do you like that little wolf?" He asked voice heavy, aged with the wisdom of many cycles of the seasons.
"Yes! Do it again!" The child squeals, leaning forward on his knees, reaching a single finger towards the flames settled in the palm of the old man.
"Oh no, little wolf don't you do that now." The flames vanished into a small wisp of smoke.
Smile falling into the shape of a frown, Tiberius settled back as his bottom lip jutted out in a childish game of puppy dog eyes. It worked with mamma to get what he wanted so he wondered if the elder of their clan would fall for it to. His act fell apart as the old man just chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of Tiberius's hair behind his ear, "Just because your mother lets you get away with an extra biscuit or two from the jar with those sad eyes, doesn't mean I'll allow you to burn yourself on flames," he paused gently lifting the boy and putting him in his lap, "Little wolf you must know fire is a dangerous tool we use. It can destroy empires built by the finest craftsmen, yet it is a powerful and helpful tool we must contain. It keeps us warm in the night, cooks our meat for consumption, and gives your father and others like him to write our laws."
Tiberius settled down, nestling against his elders chest, eyes closing as he listened to the soothing tone of his voice. His consciousness was beginning to trickle away and a warm darkness was swallowing him up.