<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=66222.msg2955251#msg2955251">Quote from: MadPanda on 20-04-2010, 15:53:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well, one thing about Keagan...your High Concept should reflect your template, and what you've listed ("Too Curious for His Own Good") seems like it would fit better as another Aspect.  Your High Concept is, in a nutshell, what separates Keagan from every other were-raven out there.  We already know he's a Corax (equivalent), but what makes him stand out?<br/><br/>AND MORE WORDS.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Those are actually good pointers. Let me get back on my character again, and hope this is better  :-)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Keagan Krogh<br/><strong>Template:</strong>Were-raven<br/><strong>High Concept:</strong>Spirit Guided Student<br/><strong>Trouble:</strong>Academics (And What Passes for a Social Life)<br/><br/>Keagan Krogh (what's in a name) is a 20-something Vegas University of Nevada student, majoring in English Literature. Introverted to a fault, he's unearthed an old Native American tome of shamanistic diaries penned down by ancient Confederate Southern forces. He was just about as confused as the next person to find out the thing actually<em>was</em>magical and imbued him with the spirit and the body of a coy brother Raven. It's only after the bonding that he's opened up to his natural curiosity and his more animalistic urges have opened him up to the world at large.<br/><br/>Background: Keagan Krogh was born the first son to his father (Henry, factory worker) and mother (Margery, housewife) in the late 80’s in Bullhead City, Arizona. It was a small, but warm family with his two younger siblings, a brother by the name of Billy and a sister by the name of Chrissy. While school and social life were not particularly outstanding, Keagan grew up with his grandfather’s stories of mystery and wonder from the books the old man wrote and the books he so loved to read. It fostered a love for writing, literature and history in the young man, that he’d later take up studies there-of as a field of expertise. By the time he finished high school, he wanted to graduate in a Literary major. Maybe become a literary teacher.<br/><br/>He moved to Henderson, next to Las Vegas, after high school, enrolling himself at the Las Vegas University of Nevada. All was well, for a time. Thing is, Keagan was always an impressionable and inquisitory sort of young man that would get his nose in all manners of things, some a little less scrupulous than others. He always wanted to fit in with whatever clique was about just to have a good social network of sorts, or be<em>challenged</em>. So he got into a few scuffles just for kicks, since he never had known what it's like to be in a bit of a brawl; he helped a guy with getting test results in, 'cause, hey, teacher account access; he spied on people without them knowing, to use what he learned to, you know, get a little edge on knowing folks, get familiar easily. Oh, and finding that shamanistic book with Native American rituals and recounts? Yeah, that's what got him into his latest mess to begin with.<br/><br/>During a stormy night at the uni library, he got it into his head to, you know, give this crazy book a try. So he followed the ancient instructions to a tee after some<em>very</em>thorough translations (and it certainly got him some credits!). Except now he's hearing birds talk, seeing crows where they aren't, and has a phantom buddy telling him what's up. Fucking<em>great</em>.<br/><br/><strong>Aspect: Too Curious for His Own Good</strong><br/><br/>Rising Conflict: University was going to be tough. Already not much of a social person and generally bookish, Keagan’d have few opportunities to be more of a social guy. Some saw him as a bit of a nerd or recluse in that regard, and he’s honestly done little to improve his image. For the most part, he did have to struggle with being more or less an outcast, left out of social activities while believing he was fine with that – he had more important things on his mind, after all. Even his classmates tended to avoid the introverted Keagan Krogh when the could.<br/><br/>And then he bonded with 'his buddy the spiritual guide'. An imaginary crow. Talkative in his head, a curious ring to its voice that almost,<em>almost</em>makes it sound like it is<em>him</em>. A portion of something from<em>beyond</em>and his own inquisitiveness turned into an actual force, or a conciense voice. It's not all bad, though. Talking went more easily. He got a lot more outgoing, which is also good - Keagan finally got himself some manner of a social life nowadays thanks to his newer urges and ever-fueled curiosity. Problem is, he's got<em>urges</em>and feelings that aren't quite<em>his</em>. After all, when you can turn into an animal, you take on their characteristics even back into human shape. Keagan has an innate sense for danger, to a degree. Because, on the other hand,<em>shineeez</em>make his head turn, and he feels compulsions to act and explore even beyond his usual curiosity. Sometimes that works in his advantage, sure. Other times... not so much.<br/><br/><strong>Aspect: The Crow Told Me Something</strong>