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Waking up in a jungle with no memory of who he is or how he got there, Lethe finds himself lost. Far out from civilization, can he find his way back? Where did he come from? And who is he? Personality ISFJ- ISFJ personalities are a wonderful group, rarely sitting idle while a worthy cause remains unfinished. ISFJs' ability to connect with others on an intimate level is unrivaled among Introverts, and the joy they experience in using those connections to maintain a supportive, happy family is a gift for everyone involved. They may never be truly comfortable in the spotlight, and may feel guilty taking due credit for team efforts, but if they can ensure that their efforts are recognized, ISFJs are likely to feel a level of satisfaction in what they do that many other personality types can only dream of. Chaotic Good- A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Sanguine- Sanguines find social interactions with faces both familiar and unfamiliar invigorating. This is how they recharge, and time alone - while sometimes desirable - can bore them quickly. They are talkative, and speak in a friendly, energetic, playful kind of way; they're often charismatic, and when interacting with them, you can feel like you've known them all your life. In our distant past, the sanguine members of the pack might have played a supportive, encouraging, social role. They would have been the glue that kept the group together. Relationships Biography His eyes fluttered open and his mouth snapped open as he gasped for air. The soil below felt cool against his skin, the songs of the birds hiding in the foliage reached his ears, and the humid air felt like a weight against his chest. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, cross-legged on the hard backed earth. He could feel the air on his back and he reached back to feel it. There was a large hole in his clothing and his fingers came back with dried blood and mud on them. It was then that he noticed he was sweating from the humid air, so he took off his shirt leaving him bare chested. Thinking of the blood on his back and unsure if it would be a problem, he took the shirt and wrapped around his torso, covering the area that the blood had come from. He tied the back of the shirt, where the hole was, in front of him so that the side that wasn't torn covered his back. He slowly stood up, unsteady on his feet. Turning in a circle, taking in the world around him, he tried to remember what this place was, what he was doing here, and why he woke up, bleeding on the jungle floor. The more he thought, the more he realized. He didn't even know who he was. Behind him was a large cliff, to his left and right was nothing but overgrown foliage, but in front of him was a small trail. With no idea of where he was or what he was to do, he moved forward. On his trek through the jungle he kept looking back. He had this feeling that something, or someone, was watching him, but every time he looked back, the feeling disappeared. Thirst slowly began to creep its way into his throat, and he could only think about water. About an hour after the thought of water first crept into his mind, he heard the sound of rushing water. Slowly jogging ahead he came to the base of a large waterfall and a river that flowed away from it. He fell to his knees at the side of the river and reached his cupped hands into it, pulling out water that he held up to his face to drink. Once the water in his hands was gone he reached back in to get another handful, but stopped. Staring ahead, across the river, he saw a pair of eyes looking back at him. After a few minutes, the wielder of the eyes slowly emerged from the foliage. The create was slightly taller than him but hunched over a bit. A mask hid its face but tendrils flowed out from behind, and blue markings covered its entire body. In its hand it held what appeared to be a sword fashioned from a large jawbone. The creature walked through the water, ignoring the slippery rocks and torrent of water. When it was a foot away from him it barely lifted the sword, pointing it at him, and the pointing back at the trail. It walked past him and he slowly stood up to find the creature walking down the trail, headed the way that he had been going. Confused and lost, he followed. He was led to out of the jungle into a clearing. In the clearing were many huts in which many more of the same creature could be seen. Some of them stopped what they were doing to watch as he was led towards a giant bonfire that was at the center of the clearing, a lone hut off to the side. Out of the hut walked another one of the creatures, but instead of blue markings this one had red markings, he decided to call him Red. The first one walked up to Red and made a series of grunts, pointing back at him. Red grunted back and pointed at him, curling his finger a sign to come forward. He stepped up to Red and Red reached his finer out to touch him on the forehead. You are not of the jungle. He was shocked, Red had not said anything, but he could hear him. Red lowered his arm to his side. If not jungle, then where? He responded, "I don't know, I can't remember." A low rumble came from Red. Can't remember? He shook his head, "I can't remember anything, not even who I am." For a minute nothing was said and then Red spoke in his head again. Lethe, your name will be Lethe. Lethe, it was a strange name, but with nothing else to go by, he accepted it. You must visit with the Chieftain, he will decide your fate. Lethe didn't like the sound of that, to wake up only a while ago with no idea of who he was, and now it sounded like his life was on the line. Red and the first creature walked along a path that led from the bonfire to a cluster of huts that also held the largest hut in the clearing. Following behind, he could see another creature sitting at the foot of the large hut. This one however held a carved staff and had gold lines across its body, he guessed that this one was the Chieftain. At the approach of the three of them, the Chieftain used his staff to climb to his feet. He grunted at Red and Red responded, back and forth the two talked. Finally Red turned to face Lethe. The Chieftain wishes to know why you should live. He found that to be rather blunt. Nonetheless, he turned to look at the Chieftain. "What harm have I brought upon you or your brethren. I have no memory of who I am or where I came from. I am a blank slate, and your a chisel. You can decide my fate, but why waste something that has nothing but opportunity." As he spoke, Lethe could feel the air around him stir. The three creatures, Tendrils, that's what he'd call them, the Tendrils must have noticed it because they looked back and forth between each other, the blue one shifting his balance. Finally the Chieftain broke the silence and issued a single grunt to Red. Red nodded and turned back to Lethe while the Chieftain sat back down and the blue one left. You are to be trained in our ways. I will be your mentor. Lethe had been expected to be killed, or to be put to work. He had not expected for him to be trained. Red began to walk back to hut by the bonfire, and Lethe followed. Eight Months Later... Lethe, along with three blue Tendrils carried the body out of the hut and placed it into the bonfire. Every Tendril, including the Chieftain, of the clearing were in attendance. The day was a sad day. His mentor, Red, had passed away the night before. Sickness had overtaken him a week prior and nothing could cure him of it. Now, Red lay in the bonfire, the final event in a shaman's life. After an hour of mourning the blue tendrils went back to their work, only Lethe and the Chieftain remained. The Chieftain grunted at him, by now he had learned the Tendril's language. "There is no one else here with the ability needed to take up Hagrek's role," the Chieftain removed a jaw-bone sword from his waist, handing it to Lethe, "your time has come, you are Shaman now." He sighed, but reached out and took the sword. It was Red's. "I'll do my best." The Chieftain turned and began to walk away. "Of course you will." Roleplay Development
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