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Name: Curtis Greenbrush
Race: Firbolg Male
Class: Druid
Background: Hermit
Lore: If one were to have a green thumb then Curtis was born with two. He didn't know his real family or parents but was fostered by wood nymphs. They brought him to an abandoned ruins left by an ancient order of druidic watchers. He learned their druidic languages by memorizing their markings on broken pottery. He always got his hand's dirty when tending to the local fauna or critters visiting his home. The treants even taught him how to turn into animals so he could blend in. He survived off of bugs and mushrooms if berries or herbs were short during the seasons. Life was simple for Curtis and felt at tranquil peace. When a group of gnomish explorers found him when they arrived to study the site. They believed the savage-looking firbolg to be a lost descent of the druid grove, yet Curtis wasn't too bright with his words or understood the situation. He was always trusting kindness and very laid back due to his patient nature. Until the lead explorer convinced him to come back with them to civilization. He didn't know the concept of anything outside his home, but he wanted to know if there were people just like him. He struggled at first to learn about social customs, yet Curtis never seemed to fit in. He struggled with big words, always got his clothes dirty or torn, and even walked around in his loins. Curtis was about to give up after a month of wanting to return to his home. During halfway of their journey, the lanky firbolg notice of a poor unkempt farm on the side of the road. He saw the livestock were sick and the crops were withered due to the old well having dried up. He approached the source and spoke with the local spirits to realize there was a drought. He ed a few words from his druidic markings about a goddess of water and begged for rain. A storm appeared after hours of him praying which lead everyone to rejoice. Curtis was confused for everyone was giving him credit. The problem was simple but he noticed the people around him didn't know how to commune with nature. So, he decided to stay in hopes to help maintain the land for his new friends.
Sketched by CBArt ych.commishes.com//CBArt/
Inked and Colored by Me!
Name: Curtis Greenbrush
Race: Firbolg Male
Class: Druid
Background: Hermit
Lore: If one were to have a green thumb then Curtis was born with two. He didn't know his real family or parents but was fostered by wood nymphs. They brought him to an abandoned ruins left by an ancient order of druidic watchers. He learned their druidic languages by memorizing their markings on broken pottery. He always got his hand's dirty when tending to the local fauna or critters visiting his home. The treants even taught him how to turn into animals so he could blend in. He survived off of bugs and mushrooms if berries or herbs were short during the seasons. Life was simple for Curtis and felt at tranquil peace. When a group of gnomish explorers found him when they arrived to study the site. They believed the savage-looking firbolg to be a lost descent of the druid grove, yet Curtis wasn't too bright with his words or understood the situation. He was always trusting kindness and very laid back due to his patient nature. Until the lead explorer convinced him to come back with them to civilization. He didn't know the concept of anything outside his home, but he wanted to know if there were people just like him. He struggled at first to learn about social customs, yet Curtis never seemed to fit in. He struggled with big words, always got his clothes dirty or torn, and even walked around in his loins. Curtis was about to give up after a month of wanting to return to his home. During halfway of their journey, the lanky firbolg notice of a poor unkempt farm on the side of the road. He saw the livestock were sick and the crops were withered due to the old well having dried up. He approached the source and spoke with the local spirits to realize there was a drought. He ed a few words from his druidic markings about a goddess of water and begged for rain. A storm appeared after hours of him praying which lead everyone to rejoice. Curtis was confused for everyone was giving him credit. The problem was simple but he noticed the people around him didn't know how to commune with nature. So, he decided to stay in hopes to help maintain the land for his new friends.
Sketched by CBArt ych.commishes.com//CBArt/
Inked and Colored by Me!
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