As you step forward through the brush that tangles the footpaths of the forest, you find yourself wishing for answers concerning the mysterious
circumstances of the fabled thief you now seek fervently. You have never been able to resist a story, after all. There is a rustle from your left, acting
as if on the will of your thoughts. Whilst you attempt to steady your heartbeat, a partially-shrouded face peers from behind a tree's branching leaves.
the figure utters the word in a purring tone, with a voice like molten smoke dripping from his lips.

You hesitate. You have other responsibilities, a life in the dollhouse, and you cannot be tempted too far into the forest. But you desire the true story
more than anything else. You shift nervously, asking,
"Could you manage a sum of events within the hour?" A smile quirks upon smug lips.
"I could certainly try... let's attempt the short version, shall we?"Author's Note: if you see this symbol from here on out, it's from his point of view: ( ✿ )╔════════════════╗======who?his name is Corann Adair. Corann is
the moniker of a mythical druid, Adair
meaning "of the ford between oak trees."
his shadow's name is Cordelia, after his mother.
it's pendant was hers, and he carried it with
him before becoming a doll and giving it up.
he identifies as a druid, and believes that all
creatures of the children of earth and have
a spirit and an aura that remains with them
regardless of any form or incarnation. he
spends all of his time outside the dollhouse so
to stay connected with the earth's outdoors.
the inner animal of his soul is a deer, and
after the death and limbo that followed it,
that was chosen for him to partially become.
╚════════════════╝ ╔═════════════════════╗======then?Corann's first life was within the 300s AD. He was
a respected man of his tribe while the Roman empire
was in its height. They respected the Celtics for their
unbelievable strength and nuisance in their cities, as
they would often rampage smaller areas to conquer
art in insult and weaponry for their own gain.
Corann's job was as an archer and espionage,
spying upon the Romans and firing everything from
poison-laced arrows to warning shots to flares alerting
his people of signals and danger ahead or behind.
He was very proud of his job and could never resist
thievery for his people, especially when the Romans
were willing to dig up the earth in service of the
heaven's so-called superior gods. Reason was his
way and he did well to make sure no one in his war
parties were hurt or killed while they were defending
or invading concerning the Romans or other tribes
that Romans also classified as "barbarian" to them.
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======how?✿ When something traumatic happens to
you, people will often describe it as being
witnessed in a sort of slow motion. I can
readily tell you that this was not the case
in the circumstances concerning my death.
I was on a mission to neutralize a magician
whom had been targeted by my people on
the offense of having publicly humiliated a
captured woman. I had several others on my
team; I would not dare go into such a venture
alone. We did not doubt the abilities of
someone even claiming to have magic in any
form, but we were overconfident in that day.
As I took the first shot, I was targeted, and he
projected what Cordelia told me easily was a
corrupted shadow, unlike herself, into my eye.
The bloody thing manifested there, and I have
been unable to rid myself of the side effects.
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╔════════════════╗======and up until now?Most dolls enter their lives fairly soon after
their death, or whatever action it is that
gives them their next life in this form.
However, this was not at all the case
concerning Corann. Instead, he spent
a great amount of his time over the
spanning centuries in an almost
sleeping kind of limbo, where he was
aware of the things going on around
him in the area where he died, but
he was not completely conscious.
When he awoke a few years before
present day, Corann was a centaur, the
form of his spirit animal: a young buck.
His abilities as a thief were still prominent,
but he was inhibited slightly by the tattoos
that smoked and shifted upon his body. One
was not a tattoo at all, but the manifested
and corrupted shadow within his eye. He
can still see, though he does not have perfect
vision in his right eye, and he often keeps
it covered so it will not give his position
away while he does one of his numerous jobs.
He does not live within the dollhouse, feeling
that he is cut off from the spirits of the
earth that he was so connected to in his
Celtic life. Instead, he has constructed a
citadel of sorts out of the forest that he
takes refuge in, and he is aware of almost
everything that goes on within the woods.
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======what occupation?Corann is a man of many trades. He will work in anything that earns him money or a dabble of adventure.
Since coming to the area surrounding the dollhouse, he had employed whatever talents from his past life that
he could manage in his surroundings. Among the list is thievery, hired or otherwise, hunting humanely, and
providing stories of the history that he was vaguely privy to during his suspension between lives. All of
these things he will do for a price, whether it be a treasured possession, a currency of some kind, or a
service of equal worth. Thanks to this method of bartering, Corann went from having virtually nothing to
carrying many of his prized possession - his thieving robes, dagger, and coinpurse.
His "forest" is a model kit landscapes that you must paint and arrange in miniature.
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======personality?Corann's personality has not changed significantly with his rebirth. He is still an archer at heart; the
sense of duty and thirst for adventure govern his life more than he would like, but in that is always
a perseverance of logic and willpower. He refuses to jump into situations without thinking, and
every thought process is governed by the emotional versus the logical balance in his mind.
Most that have met him describe his enigmatic nature. Corann thrives off of riddles and the pursuit
of knowledge, and he will not make it easy for people to retrieve stories from him, despite being
happy to share. Regardless of his thievery and cunning, Corann stands by a strict set of morals and
a resulting code of honor, which often gets him stubbornly rooted in the belief that others should
have one as well. This tempts him easily into conflict, especially of the verbal sort, and he can become
quite aloof and haughty when he believes one is not of chivalry of the sort he was nurtured with in
the Celtic times. Despite this encompassing entitlement, Corann is actually a very down-to-earth and
peaceful person. He believes there should be reason behind conflict, as his tribe portrayed in
punishing the Romans for their desecration. Corann is still a practicing druid, and takes the earth to
be of the highest power, and needs to be respected as such. His love will always be in the land and forest.
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The story intrigues you, but there's something you're missing. You did ask for the abbreviated version for the sake of time, but you cannot help but feel as if something has been left from the picture. Sensing your doubt, a smile curls upon Corann's face. "Would you like to see my first moments in this world?" You nod, not sure how he can manage it - until a little horned mouth pops out of his tunic. You're surprised; shadows are usually only seen by their dolls. But, obviously, she has been revealed for a reason. He stretches his hand out, taking yours, and you are overcome with a vision of his memory, the current world fading white.
to view his memory in comic form, please view the following links in order below.