Old adventurer that lost all friends, family, companions, home. Everything is gone or changed. Despaired and decided to live the rest of his life as a Wolf to forget about everything.
Memory is starting to fail, can no longer separate memories from the past, and keep forgetting small things. And his personality changes completely when he is in wolf form, and feels awkward when he has to return to elf form.
Kizac usually looks like a big grey wolf, with piercing eyes that seem almost green compared to the usual yellow of wolves. Though he sometimes changes the color of the pelt slightly to adapt to terrain.
As an elf he usually looks like a ragged mess of filthy worn clothes, long unkempt hair full of debris and leaves, and would be best described as a “forest-hobo”. If he actually cleans up he's a tall and muscular elf, hair has gone almost white, and green piercing eyes. His age is difficult to say, he almost has a timeless feel about him.
Suffering from depressions about memory loss and own history, as well as a short temper. He is usually sarcastic, snappy and snarky. And staying for too long in elf form makes him depressed, and prone to drink alcohol or sit moping.
As a wolf he is the opposite, and is playful and carefree. But several hundred years as a pack alpha he has become naturally assertive and protective.
Once upon a time a long long time ago, there was an adventurer, he traveled the world and fought monsters and foes together with other adventurers and friends. Over the years, many, many years, he had battled against armies, dragons, demons, beholders, crime syndicates, undead, and almost every other evil known to man. Together with his friends he had saved nations, damsels in distress, villages, people and even the world a few times.
But during all of these years he lost much, the friends he traveled with, family, the countries he fought for, the people he protected, every single person he cared about, they all perished to all the dangers and adventures or by the passing of time. He was left feeling nothing but sorrow for the passing of everything that mattered to him, while time even robbed him of the very victories they had sacrificed themselves for.
The world was changed, no one even knew what he had fought for, or even the name of the nations that died to save them. It was too cruel a fate for him, and he turned his back on the world.
He went deep into the wilderness, where he had always felt most home, there he decided he would try to forget about everything, and the way he would do that was to give up on himself and live out the rest of his life as a wolf.
…A few hundred years later…
“My memory is getting worse every day, I can no longer separate the memories from each others. Faces, names, friends, foes, victories, disasters, they all blend together. Was that me saving a friend from falling to death or was someone saving me? I can't even remember my friends and family any-longer, only the pain of losing them.”
“If this is how I'm going to forget about things, I'm even worse off than I would have been! I have no choice, for the sake of my sanity I have to try to remember again, at least enough that I can die remembering the people that made my life worth living!”
“But I have no idea how to restore my memory, and I've lost track of how long I've lived out here in the wilderness. I'm going to have to go back to civilization, and become an Elf again, I'm going to need people around me that can keep me sane. But I only know, and remember, how to survive in the wild, fight of beasts and a few spells, I guess my best chance is to find a group of adventurers and attach myself to them.”
“I wonder how many years since I last presented myself to anyone? Actually… what was my name again? Hmmm, I remember some names but not which one is mine, but this one feels a bit stronger than the others, Kizac, I guess that is my name. I'm going to miss my pack though…”
Kizac is largely ruled by habit, instinct, improvisation. He at times think more like an animal than an elf. Still he is creative and good at improvisation. Animal first, Elf second.
When thinking about things he tend to go through things for a long time, but usually ends up focusing on the negative impact his own mental state has on the situation.
Terrified of losing further memories, and that he won't even remember the things he loved. Not having any other idea how to solve that, he decided he had to become “social” again to try to delay further memory loss, until he can find a solution.
The ultimate goal would be to find some way to restore memories enough that he can at least die remembering the ones he loved. Even better if it allows him to forget some of the sorrow and despair. But he has no idea if any of that is even possible.
The only remaining persons he has any relations with is a pack of wolves that he has lead for the last couple of hundred years. Everyone else he knew has been dead many centuries, either to age or war.
Currently just started looking for some likely humanoids to attach himself to in order to get used to “socializing” again.
Kizac - The ancient demented druid that thinks he is a wolf
Stats:
Skills: (5×4) 20
Feats:
Likely order after level 6:
No order:
Some spells I'm looking at: