Phthisis

Dereliction

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  The Humble Watchman

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  Janus Ager 34 Town Guard Male Human Chestnut Pale Blue Fair Ectomorph, 5'6"

  
  The Mind Within

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  High A man of no formal education, Janus learned and lived off the land for much of his early life. Since being cursed, he has managed to teach himself to read and write, though his penmanship leaves much to be desired. Secretly, he is a voracious intellectual yearning for more input, but he rarely cares to impart his knowledge with others. INTJ Janus operates logically, primarily, taking input in and processing it on a rational level first. Outside of his psychological status, his emotional state seldom comes into play when he makes decisions. He is an introvert, studying the world from the safety of within while occasionally, cautiously, venturing out to gather more information. He enjoys solving problems and organizing things. He has little patience for inefficiency or histrionics. He is content to sit back and study the world in peace, but he will take charge if everyone else available is utterly incompetent. Decline to state Janus, much like every other sentient being, has his own views on the afterlife, the existence of a supreme deity (or, for some, deities, for others, the lack thereof), and whether there can be said to be an order or purpose for life itself. He has elected to keep such views to himself. Schizoid Personality Disorder Janus is an overt schizoid, meaning that he presents himself as cold, stoic, and uninterested in others. He emotes little and rarely changes his tone of voice; in conversation, he frequently drifts into silence or keeps his replies curt. While it is possible for him to work alongside a group of people for a period of time, he almost never identifies himself as being a part of that group or forms connections with the members within it. He is intensely guarded of his thoughts, emotions, and identity; he won't hesitate to drop all contact with someone if they try to pry at him, or if it seems like he might be forming an attachment to them. Depression Janus frequently encounters depression, what he terms "melancholia", to varying degrees. At its worst, it drives him deep into despair and isolation. Typically, it is hard to distinguish from his schizoid tendencies to be indifferent towards the world around him. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Janus suffers from PTSD, causing him to react adversely to anything which triggers memories of his former life as well as encounter disturbing dreams from time to time. Over time, he has been able to hide most of his reactions but he still struggles with them privately. Little to none, supposedly Janus is guarded of his interests, sharing them with nearly no one. If one catches the rare glimpse of him partaking in his hobbies, or, even rarer, one manages to get him to open up about himself, he is actually quite interested in more than a few things. He enjoys reading, writing, and studying things, and while his artistic talents are rather less refined, the act of creating appeals immensely to him. He is intensely defensive of his works, though; it would take a monumental level of trust between him and another before he voluntarily shared one of his creations with them.

  
  The Wandering Relict
  
  He, along with five other men, three of them veterans of the bandit attacks from three summers ago, had been tasked by the village elder to clear out the warlock that had already claimed seven children and two women from them. He had a wife, three children who had survived to early adolescence, and talk of another if the midwife was correct. Killing the warlock would have secured food for him and his family throughout the long winter, it was the only way the elder could convince anyone to take on such a fearsome opponent. Knowing that his wife and children would be fed, despite the long drought that had killed their crops and drove him to take up a sword, was enough incentive for Janus. When they reached the warlock's lair, they were set upon before they had even drawn their weapons; three of them fell at the entrance and another not much further past it. Janus and another managed to barricade themselves into a room, but it was only a matter of time until they were overwhelmed by the mage. He said, just after killing Janus' companion, that there was something peculiar about the lanky guard, something useful, and that he needed a new test subject. That's when the pain started.
  
  Years, decades, centuries passed, when Janus had finally managed to overcome his captor. He had no magical capabilities, despite the grueling amounts of unnatural energy that had desecrated his body; one day, the warlock simply got careless and Janus took the opportunity to crush his head in with a brick. The languid, harrowed man dragged himself out of that den, finding himself in a world he had no knowledge of. The language was bizarre and nonsensical, the contraptions the people used were unreal, even more so than the warlock's wares, and the land itself was alien to him. He began to wander, living off the land, struggling to understand what was still real inside him and what had been changed, forever, by the mage's spell. He didn't age, he didn't succumb to death, no matter what he did to end it all, and he found himself in different places without cause or warning. Sometimes he was able to stay in a place long enough to learn from the locals, other times he couldn't be bothered to engage them; occasionally, he would find a man or woman who could was knowledgeable about magic and could help him, but the curse would drag him to another place before any real progress could be made. Yet, despite everything, he continued to keep a level head and keep planning, keep working towards a solution; that was the one little spot of stability he could hold onto.