<em>Iheion determined the time was not right for this city to know true peace, and slipped back into the woods soon after he'd arrived.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inactive</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fhsCDc6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iheion<br/><br/><strong>Player:</strong> Metro Mech<br/><br/><strong>Motivation:</strong> Civilization, the great balance is undone and must be made whole once again<br/><br/><strong>Brief Description:</strong> Born to the north within the alpine world Iheion his body has been molded by the harsher elements, standing 6'8" with a lower body covered in plentiful and warming snow white fur sporting stripes of brown that cover the top of his lower half. His upper half is covered in darkened coal skin with piercing weary orange eyes that have long seen the face of war, his hair neatly kept in thick braids, brandishing a set of horns high over his head. Normally walking around with simple white robes that garb his muscular form he also wears a pin made of gold in the shape of a marble pillar with the lacing of vines going up its form as inlaid emeralds     <br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong> Born to the high northern alpines Iheion wandered out of those grand forests not as a conqueror or a savage brute but a prophet of a small cult of peace seekers using his role of a druid and natural weaver, wary of the road and its perditions they came to hexcity with a hope of finding a quiet place to settle but alas the scum and villainy of the city cannot be tolerated. Iherion spoke out against these excesses much like their home so far away and rather then leave again it was about time they turned his word onto the people, preaching and gathering new followers to his idea of a peaceful existence and only through the application of a short war can they hope to purge the city of its evil elements. Though his prophet title is hailed by only a few Iheion has vision, a grand new world under his direction and word. <br/><br/><strong>Secret Lair:</strong> <em>(Docks)</em> His secret layer is a small space he carved out of a park, a small hidden grove that shields him from the world with none of the natural sunlight coming through but a small home woven from the wood, a quaint little place lit by the flickers of fireflies and luminescent pants that flourish thanks to a bit of his magic brought some of the magical forest with him. Within the small wood woven home is mostly the bare essentials for him, used to living a spare life the only thing within the home that is of any exceptional quality is the kitchen where Iheion spends what time he can cooking for guests and providing them meals that are cooked and seasoned to perfection from what groceries he can get. <br/><br/><strong>Starting Minions:</strong> Those who have followed his word out of the forests and into the city away from the harsher aspects of nature are the spirits and denizens who dwelled within, satyrs, spirites, and dyrads have all followed him unto like a cult, looking upon Iheion as their messianic figure to deliver them. Though he seeks their peace he has exploited their generosity for his own carnal desires. Ever keeping them in line with his enrapturing personality and promise of a better future by his hand.   <br/><br/><br class="clear_left"/><hr/><br/><em>Notes:</em><br/><br/><em>Minions:</em> 1/1<br/>Group 1 (Starting Minions): Per Starting Minions Above<br/></div></div>