You arrive just after sunset. Dark mists roll across these forgotten hills in claustrophobic sheets. The town you were sent to check out should be just down this hill, but you can only see five feet in front of your own nose. You feel something uneasy rising up in the back of your mind, eating away at you, but this isn't your first night on the rodeo. You've handled worse, much worse.
You've been known to get rough in the past. if the situation calls for it. Some people might say that you're a bit of a hard boiled bad ass.
Still, the mission you've been given for this little hamlet, hidden away in the treacherous cliffs and heavy fogs of New England's coast, is going to be a difficult one. You've been sent to investigate a string of mysterious events. Events of the supernatural kind.
You grasp the handle on your suitcase with a grimace. No use standing around in the rain, you'd better get down there and see just what the hell is going on in this place.
Your name is H.P. and you're an AUROR for the MINISTRY OF MAGIC. You have an interest in DESTROYING EVIL and so you volunteer for only the most dangerous of missions. Like the one you are on now. You may not know it by looking, but you are a WIZARD. You have with you a very special MAGIC SUITCASE that contains everything you'll need to get down and dirty while you're here.
You are standing in the HOTEL LOBBY, a storm rages outside. The room is dimly lit, eerily so. There appears to be no one else in the immediate vicinity. A very tasteful painting of a SAILOR hangs to your right. You could admire the craftsmanship of it all night, but you won't; Not while EVIL is at large.
Re: H.P. Lovecraft and the Shadows of the Deep One
>Questions, endless questions.
You start the inquisition, and you're laying it on hard and thick.
He isn't too responsive though. He silently hands over a towel and key. He doesn't even ask for money.
In fact, the longer you look at him the more sweat and wrinkles appear on his face and clothing. Curious, very curious.
You have a strong interest in books of all kinds, collecting novels that catch your eye from standard books of history, fiction, and romance, to ancient and forbidden tomes thought lost to all of Alternia, which you have appropriated from wherever appropriate. Your Hive is more of a vast library than a proper dwelling, and you spend much of your time cataloging and re-cataloging your huge collection of linguistic works. You are not only interested in books, but in the lexicography of Troll language as a whole, delving deep into the roots of language as it is known, being surrounded by all of this knowledge gives you a level of learned insight that others may find disturbing at times.
Your fondness for books extends even to weaponry, as you use huge heavy-bound tomes and the knowledge they contain as your weapon of choice, but you are wary, for sometimes the knowledge you let loose in combat could have devastating effects beyond those you have prepared for. Your trolltag is omnibusArchiver and Yyou tyype in a solemn but sometimes confusing manner yyhich can throyy others off.
Your Lusus is a Book Snake, they are known for guarding ancient things, especially tombs, libraries, and places of ancient and often forbidden knowledge