Race: Faun
Class: Druid
Age: 30ish
Look: A great goat.
Markos Trifillakos was born in a distant valley, far from the ruin of Drakkenheim. It was a place where the land and its people existed in quiet understanding—nothing was taken without reason, and nothing was wasted. Markos grew up believing a simple truth: nature provides all that is needed, but only if it is respected.
He listened more than he spoke. Learned the patience of soil, the language of wind, the warning signs in flame and storm. When his power awakened, he did not see it as a gift, but a responsibility. As a Warden of the Elements, he became a protector of balance—of things that cannot be replaced once lost.
For a time, that balance held.
He wandered the edges of his home, keeping peace where he could, often in the quiet company of a fox he called Mr. Fox. The creature was clever, independent, and chose to stay near him without ever being owned. To Markos, it meant something—that trust could exist between the wild and those who walked within it.
Then came the refugees.
After the fall of Drakkenheim, they arrived in growing numbers—hungry, desperate, and unrooted. Markos understood their suffering, but he could also see the cost. Forests thinned too quickly. Animals disappeared. The land, once steady, began to strain under the weight of survival.
He tried to guide them. Spoke of limits, of patience, of listening.
But hunger does not wait.
The moment that stayed with him was a small one. A man killed Mr. Fox after it took a chicken. It was a simple act, almost expected. But to Markos, it marked the breaking point—not of trust, but of balance. Even those who meant no harm could destroy what mattered.
He did not seek revenge.
Instead, he came to a conclusion: if Drakkenheim was the source of this unraveling, then it had to be faced. If the city could be restored—whatever that meant—then perhaps the refugees would return, and the land would have a chance to heal.
So Markos left home, walking toward the place he distrusts most.
Along the way, he meet several companions and on a dear proved that he was not above using fear when needed. When a group of refugees pushed deeper into land already struggling to recover, Markos took the form of a massive spider and drove them off in terror. It was effective.
It also created an enemy.
Someone from that group now hunts him—not out of survival, but something closer to vengeance.
Markos carries that knowledge quietly. He does not regret what he did, but he understands that actions ripple, just like any wound in nature.
He travels now with purpose, wary of anything tied to Drakkenheim and convinced that something unnatural lies at the heart of it. Around his neck hangs a strange pendant he once found half-buried in the soil of his homeland. It has no clear origin, no clear meaning—but it felt wrong to leave behind, as though it did not belong to the world he knows.
Despite his guarded nature, Markos is not alone.
At some point in his journey, he confided in a companion (Mia)—told them plainly that he is something rare, something that must be protected. Whether they believed him or not, they took it to heart. They now throw themselves into danger for him without hesitation.
Markos doesn’t question it.
He simply watches them carefully.
Faradrim sees him as a black panther—controlled, powerful, and always on the edge of something unseen.
Moon Mike calls them “BEEF,” with a bluntness that feels almost out of place against his otherwise measured nature.
And beneath all of it—his purpose, his suspicion, his quiet intensity—there remains something simple and human:
He still misses proper falafel from home.
The situation in Drakkenheim is chaotic. What about this do you find most objectionable?
The migrants
Which tenets of order do you cling to the most when you deal with chaos?
Nature must be protects and always needs balance
How many of your ancestry within in Drakkenheim before the catastrophe?
None!
What superstitions about Drakkenheim do you believe?
Delirium is wierd and powerfull, i could be a curse and a blessing, all comes from the city and must be examined.
Mia will protect him at all costs
Moon Mike is friendly to the point nicknames
Feradrim calls him black panther, a powerfull force of nature