[WoS: New Age] Nocru

Name: Nocru

Age: 176

Gender: Male

Height: 4'11"

Length: 10 ft

Bios:
Nocru was once a Ceree that lived in blissful ignorance of the world around him. He was born after the second Great Disaster, and little did he know that the world was still in a state of upheaval. There came a time when he wandered off and fell into a volcanic fissure, but was able to hold on and pull himself up. When he did, a single noxious plume drifted into his nostril. He nearly upchucked his lunch but was able to contain himself.

As he headed home, Nocru felt a pounding pressure on his head and used magic to clear it away. He grew up highly proficient in Sanar'havin, having always had a way with words, but was also an adept at Samar'havin.

Once he stepped into his home, greeted his mother, father and younger brothers and ascended into his room, strange and horrible visions beset his mind. They were glimpses of the pasts and futures of the plane. They nearly shattered Nocru's sanity, and his family was alarmed, hearing the guttural screams and protestations that descended from Nocru's room. Before they could investigate, though, the earth split beneath their feet and they plummeted to their doom into a plume of molten rock that gushed out at that moment and hardened the moment it hit air.

The entire village was thrown into disarray as a massive earthquake ripped through the valley it was situated in. Large rocks tumbled down from the mountains and the earth broke into large fissures. It was the very measure of chaos, all the while, Nocru was still screaming his head off, the relentless visions still pumping his mind full.

When he finally was able to regain some semblance of sanity, he knew that he had unleashed enough magic to do what had happened. The horror of having lost his family to a disaster he had been responsible for was too much for Nocru. The visions besieged his damaged mind again and he sank to the ground, praying for relief, praying that the visions be taken away, praying for death. As he slept in he felt absolute bliss and when he came awake, cursed the Ancestors for what they did to him.

He began to hate his mind. Hate his mind he did, effectively sealing himself off from Magic.

Personality:
Nocru is a very silent Ceree, preferring to stay alone. He has bouts of visions, after which he is often described as a whole other person. He retreats to a corner, shivering, unwilling to move until the day has passed.

He is constantly afraid that he might hurt someone, and even himself if the visions came. He shirks most populated places and is afraid of other individuals. He is morose, morbid and forlorn, in his eyes rests such a deep sadness that could move one to just by looking at them.

His only wish in life, is to find death, and get it to take him.

Physical Appearance: Nocru looks like an average Ceree, save that his alerons are always dropped and his tail drags on the ground behind him. He also wears a leather collar with a silver pendant, the only thing that remained from a time when he was captured and a vision ripped through him and decimated the entire camp.

Love Interest: None, and Nocru would have none if possible

Color: Gray

Markings: A bluish-silver tattoo runs down Nocru's body and adorns his forehead

Wings: Nocru has no wings