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Eichenschild

Name: Jäger Eichelberger
Nickname: Eichenschild
Age: Time is a difficult concept for a tree
Age apparent: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Caretaker
Languages: English, German, Latin names for plants

Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Woodblood
Court: Autumn Court
Keeper: Lady of Midnight and Shadow
Faction: Mondlicht Flüchtlinge

Wyrd: 3
Glamour Pool: 13/15
Willpower: 5/5
Clarity: 7

Concept
Ent, a talking tree. Formally a man but punished by the cruelty of fae kind. Seeking to know more of what he has become and what he can do with it. Fearing the day the Lady calls a Wild Hunt to come and take them.

Appearance
Height: His true height is disguised by his mask, making his 10ft form seem only to be of an especially tall man
Weight:
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Scruffy and unkept, quite long
Complexion: Slight tanned
Body shape: Muscular, quite large
Clothing: Heavy wearing items, including jeans and a thick hooded jacket. Prefers darker colours often brown and greens.

Mien (Description):
Bark and leave, he is a walking tree. Myth and tales of Ents, talking trees or treants coming to mind when looking at him. The large dark form speaks of his fear, bark and vines twisted and sharp. Movement seems more like growth and change than walking, branches growing and seem to shrink as he takes a slow step. Branches stretch out as arms and hands, growing around things he grips and letting go can be anything from snapping to just a gentle bending of the wood. The clothing of his mask can be seen even in his mien, always hooded with the brambles and thorns.



Mask (Description):
Large scruffy and as he was in his old life, longer hair and a bit harsher. His skin is rough and course giving a hint to the bark behind the mask. The man has been described as a mountain, he towers over all people but holds himself without malice. Strong and large build he looks as if he could hold his own, but for those who have seen him he does not use it for such things.



Personality
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Greed

A friendly and kind fellow who is far more of a listener than a talker, until it comes to the realms in which he feels comfortable. Happy to help anyone who he feels needs it, and will move the earth for someone he truly believes it worth helping.

Your Story
Passions/Goals:
Now seeking knowledge of what he is, what are the depths of the abilities he has found himself with. What can he do, what will he use it for and will it benefit or hinder the world. These are what he wants to find out.

History

Born to a German couple in the old country, at a young age he was brought to America. Despite this he was raised as they would have back in the homeland, stories read to him were Märchen, stories of princess and princesses, magic and wonder. His favourite was the tale of Siegfried and Brünnhilde, he would have his father read it to him everyday. Dreams of becoming a hero like the tales of old were rooted into his very being, one day he would find a lady worth fighting for and risk his life saving her and proving himself worthy. Other children thought it odd, the tales they were taught were very different, often twisted by the culture or just made more friendly for a family audience when adapted to moving picture.  He cared not for this was his heritage, these were the true tales of the land of his father. Through his desire to keep the old, he also embraced the new, wanting to learn anything and everything he could.
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As the boy grew to a man, his strength grew with his body becoming the tall and large man that he was. Working hard built him and showed him the value of a hard days work, carved into his very being the knowledge that hard work was its own reward. Education was a goal but for that one needed money, the man took work at the local state forest, clearing paths and keeping the land. His knowledge allowed him to help with school trips, and even the occasional visitation from colleges or universities looking to study the area. As time went by he learnt so much of his little part of the world, and with this his love for it grew.
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The man's love for Märchen extended to more recent tales, local myth and legend he learnt it all and told any who wished to learn. There was one that caught his curiosity, the forest he worked in had its own tale. Of a beautiful lady, one who walked among the trees, more beautiful than any mortal woman. They varied depending which local was asked but he knew all of the version, he collected them as if trying to piece together some truth behind it all. To say he found patterns would be giving him credit and a disservice to the wonder of the tale, what he did find was the story behind it all and the narrative driving it. Even in his wildest dreams he would not imagine that while walking through the trees that he would meet upon those eyes, the lady so much more beautiful than the tales made her out to be.
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All the man remembers now is following her, her beauty extended to the place she took him. A task given to him, one he found himself unable to refuse. To keep a grove from harm, protecting its fruit from vermin. Over the time he was there, he kept much to himself, concentrating on keeping the grove safe and healthy. The only real other he interacted with was the one known as the Gardener, one who he came to know cared about the work he did and maybe even him. Time moved and he was none the wiser, it was always night and so dark under the trees. The pale illumination was the moon and starlight coming through the leaves and the fungi growing at the trunks of trees.
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The time before all faded into one, the work endless and hard but he always took pride in keeping the grove protected and the fruit ripe and healthy. For him it would all change by the wrath of the one who had stolen him away from the world and brought him here. The lady, the one who had given him the task to keep the fruit safe from vermin and harm, she was walking through his grove. His head bowed as she walked past, any sign of gratitude would be welcome but that day it was not meant to be. Her foot came across a husk of a fruit, looking to it with disgust and vile, her attention drawn to the one tasked with keeping this. There was no time to defend or argue himself, no time before the change was upon him. His feet took root, his hands grew out, his skin to bark and his height extended. The man shifted with sounds of cracking, breaking and pain, becoming that which he had attended. Where once a man stood now there was just another tree in the forest.
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There was solace in being among the trees, the creatures of the grove no longer hid from him, they no longer needed to fear the keeper of the grove. For what could a tree do to them, with time he became part of the scenery and for the first time in his time there he could see the beauty around him. No longer bound to always tending to it, he could see how the animals frolicked and the other denizens of the forest roamed. Even among his leaves and branches life grew and flourished, he had become one with it all. There was one gift he was glad of that the transformation had not taken from him and this was speech, he knew not why or how but his words could be heard by any who would listen. To the animals and creatures around he would share the Märchen his parents had shared with him, there was one who he become closer to than any other. A dryad named Sylvie, he knew not how long she had lived in the grove but it was not until he was a tree did she reveal herself to him and now she had their friendship grew. Soon the small thing took dwelling within his branched and hide among his leaves, the dryad and the talking tree.
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The story of the dryad and the talking tree was just that, buried deep in the forest among the trees, foliage and life of the woods there was a tree that if you were to listen would tell you tales of stories of old and if you spoke it would listen. If your eye was sharp or your story especially good you might catch a glimpse of the small creature who dwelled in the tree but only for a moment as it would disappear back into the tree. This changed, the tree was awoken by the soft voice of Sylvie, rousing him slowly from his slumber. Talk and ideas of leaving, uprooting, he was not sure and it was so hard for him to do, his roots deep into the earth. The life he had here now was peaceful, he had his stories and the company of the creatures around him but her words spoke true. With great sounds of creaking, snapping and crashing, the tree uprooted itself and began to walk. The sight was magnificent to see, a great tree of the forest walking and leaving, following the voice of Sylvie as she held on to his branches. This was the day a new chapter opened on the tale of the dryad and the talking tree.
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The new world did not welcome him with open arms, as he tore through the hedge, it tore through him. Stripping him of memories that he thought he would never forget, his memory had been so clear while he was in the garden he remembered every moment from the past as if he had just lived it but now it all seemed a dream. More Earthly surroundings, not the strange alien beautiful of the garden, far more mundane, finding himself accompanied by the being he remembered from the garden. So the dream was far and hard to remember but still this cemented the realness of it all, that had the form his body now took. The tree that had walked out of the garden now stood a tree but a warped thing of limbs and features, adapted to the walking and moving the tree was not built for. With the dryad from his old life he sought out to claim his old life back, and see to helping her do the same.
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There were two things that pulled him through the hedge, the encouragement of Sylvie and the memories of home and family. Now they had made it back home, they needed to claim the lives they were stolen from. The park they had emerged from was not far from his apartment, his former home, his family had moved further out of state away from everything but he had chosen to stay. Returning to his home he found it still lived in, a confrontation, raised voices and threats made. Something had claimed his life as its own and refused to give it back, seeing photos of days shared with his family of times he hadn't lived, the thing standing before him had slipped in and taken his place. The tree was not a violent thing, no matter how much it wanted its old life back it could not bear to tear another from it. Leaving the apartment and returning to find Sylvie waiting for him, his attempts had failed, he would have to make a new life.
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Lost and no where to go back to he found himself at the mercy of the freehold, other escapes of the garden and even other realms banded together to hide and defend against those they had escaped from. Coming to know the intricacies of how the freehold worked and its separate courts, having an affinity for the court of Autumn. Pledging himself to this court he was able to obtain much knowledge on his new situation, the powers he could now wield and the magics which could be in his future if he worked hard. Not forgetting his friend and sole reason for being here, Sylvie, she had taken in with Spring but they found themselves still working together at least in finding a new place in the world. They build a home of sorts within the park that he found himself working in, the freehold and his court had given him these in exchange for fealty and work which to this day he provides.

Relationships
Family:
His parents live nearby, they send letters and he occasionally replies. They keep him up to date with how his brother and his family is doing.
Friends:
Sylvie, she lived in the grove he kept and when he became a tree then she began to talk to him. She was the one who roused him and convinced him to leave the garden.
Co-Workers:
Ralph Catchpole, another caretaker of the parks.
Lovers:
Enemies/Rivals:
Other PCs:

Pledges
Vows:
The Motley Pledge
Oaths:
Corporals:
Commendation
(Pledge to Autumn)

Merits and Flaws
Attribute Merits

Attribute Flaws

Skill Merits:

Skill Flaws:

Background Merits:
Hedge Beast Companion Insect Advisor (Companion •)
Eidetic Memory
Harvest (Goblin fruits) Between some trees along the seven bridges trail, hidden away in grant park, there is a hole hidden under a large boulder. Once lifted by the giant form that is the its owner, a opening to the hedge is found leading to his glade where the goblin fruits grow.
Background Flaws:
Glamour Addict Compelled and need to harvest his goblin fruit when they are ripe and ready, this addiction is clear when he is denied the time to go and do this task.
Manifest Mien His mask is not perfect as with other changelings, small hints to his true nature show through leaving mundanes uncomfortable.

Rare Abilities:

Seeming and Kith Abilities
Blessings:
Touched by the stuff of the world: Elementals are able to channel the forces and materials that define them into their bodies, giving them an uncanny ability to shrug off punishment. Once per day, the player can spend one point of Glamour to become more alive and healthy, even in the face of otherwise grievous injury.

Fade into the Foliage: In any outdoors area where there are plants growing from the earth (in a garden, for example, but not in a concrete yard with a couple of shrubs in pots), the character gains the benefit of the 9 again rule on dice pools involving Stealth and Survival. The player can also spend a point of Glamour to hide in a place where he couldn't normally hide, making a Stealth roll as usual. There has to be a reasonable amount of foliage there. The character couldn't hide using a small patch of moss or a single dandelion, but could use a flowerbed, a lawn or a sapling.

Curses:
Removed from humanity: Elementals find humans harder to understand and to influence.  Manipulating, lying, persuading, or even understanding human emotion is more difficult for them than others.

Frailties:
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Cannot cross a threshold guarded by mistletoe.
Injured by Wren's blood.

Contracts
Communion(Wood) (oo)
-Sense Element
-Primordial Voice

Elements(Wood) (ooo)
-Cloak Of The Elements
-Armor Of The Elements' Fury
-Control Elements

Omen (oo)
-Vision Of Strife
-Glimpse Of Fortune's Favor

Wyld (oo)
-Wildwalker
-Nature's Curse

Spell-Bound Autumn (o)
-Warlock's gaze