<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1376831)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Concept:</strong>Elven monk with abandonment issues.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Tawny golden tendrils frame a handsome chiseled face.  Large emerald eyes, sparkling with melancholy, stare absently into the void of space.  A subtle boxer's nose, a vaguely puffed lip, and a discolored circle around one eye give his otherwise feminine features a shot of resiliency.  He is dressed in a well-worn traveler's outfit, with a large poncho hiding his lithe frame.  A backpack hangs over one shoulder.<br/><br/>This is Oxenbridge Hewitt, the forgotten elf, whose parents marched to combat the unknown when he was a babe, and never came back.<br/><br/>He has the unsettling aura of a man who has seen too much darkness throughout his life, and done many things of which he is not proud.<br/><br/><strong>Brief History:</strong><br/><br/><strong>This is a transcript of our conversation with Oxenbridge Hewitt, a potential initiate.  Salazar Quill and I, Homer Gallio, standing members of the Adventurer's Guild, are present.  Our conversation took place on the equinox, inside of a jail cell, where Oxenbridge is being held for attempted murder.</strong><br/><br/><em>Tell us about your parents?</em><br/><br/>"Who, the Hewitts?"<br/><br/><em>No, your real parents.</em><br/><br/>"...  I didn't know them.  They left me and went off and got killed when I was a baby."<br/><br/><em>Is that what the Hewitts told you?</em><br/><br/>"No.  My first parents told me that my real parents were brave heroes who died protecting the city from the undead.  But what difference does that make?  I'm still here.  They left me."<br/><br/><em>Your first parents?</em><br/><br/>"Well, yeah.  My first parents were in their forties when I was but a year old, and took care of me until... well, until my first father died when he was sixty.  He was executed by a gang of ex slaves.  I don't know why.  They claimed that he was the reason why the world was the way that it was and just slit his throat in front of me."<br/><br/><em>And how many parents have you had?</em><br/><br/>"I've had four parents.  When my first mother died, my eldest sister became my second mother.  Although she never married, she conceived four children.  Her first real son died before he ever got a name.  Her second real son died, too, when he was caught stealing silverware from a pawn broker.  Her third son was the one who became my third father, but... he wasn't very interested in being a father.  I can't blame him now, but it hurt then.  I didn't feel wanted."<br/><br/><em>And your fourth parents?</em><br/><br/>"Yeah... so, my third father didn't have any children...<br/><br/><em>Aside from you.</em><br/><br/>"...  I guess.  He and I didn't have a very good connection, so it's difficult for me to say that I was his son even though he was my third father.  He was not there when I needed him, and I remember thinking that he just didn't care about me."<br/><br/><em>But he kept you around?</em><br/><br/>"Yes and no.  I worked on the streets to earn enough to eat.  It was difficult for me because humans... hated me."<br/><br/><em>Hated you?</em><br/><br/>"Yeah.  They hated me.  They kicked me and spit at me.  And I swore--I SWORE--that I wouldn't ever let anybody kick me or spit at me when I was big enough to fight back.  I was so angry back then."<br/><br/><em>So, your fourth parents...?</em><br/><br/>"It turns out that my third father died from consumption.  When that happened, I was inherited by cousins who were descendants from my first parents' youngest child.  They tried to take care of me, but by then, I was just gone.  They couldn't help me."<br/><br/><em>You said that you were gone.  What do you mean by that?</em><br/><br/>"I had spent over two decades on the streets.  I earned money in the fighting pits, and I used that money on drugs.  It... I'm not proud of who I was, but I was just a wild animal then.  I couldn't be domesticated.  And I just didn't care for my new parents.  The fourth ones.  Why did they wait so long to help me?  I wasn't their problem until my third father died, but I needed their help much sooner than that."<br/><br/><em>So what happened?</em><br/><br/>"I had a lot of problems.  As I said, I was abusing drugs.  Anything I could get my hands on.  I just didn't want to be me.  I wanted to be a normal person.  A human.  I wanted to live like a human, and die like one, too.  Drugs helped me live in those dreams."<br/><br/><em>You were a fighter.</em><br/><br/>"Yeah..."<br/><br/><em>You were a user.</em><br/><br/>"... *sigh*...  yeah..."<br/><br/><em>But you never murdered anyone.</em><br/><br/>"Not yet, anyways."<br/><br/><em>Why did you try to kill Lagon the Merchant?</em><br/><br/>"... Lagon deals in spices.  Everyone knows that.  He's not big enough to step on anybody's toes, but he's enough of a hassle for anybody that crosses him.  And I crossed him."<br/><br/><em>How?</em><br/><br/>"I started seeing one of his girls.  And things between us got serious.  Lagon wasn't happy about it, so he killed her."<br/><br/><em>This woman, this... Diana... she died of a chemical misadventure.</em><br/><br/>"That's a lie.  She... you didn't know her.  She wouldn't do that shit.  She was above that."<br/><br/><em>She died from ingesting a fatal dose of black tar, Mr. Hewitt.</em><br/><br/>"I told you, that's a lie!  You... you think that you can just...  you son of a bitch...!"<br/><br/><strong>The conversation ended when Oxenbridge assaulted us.  A true and certified copy of our notes of the conversation has been attached to our affidavit recommending his admission into the Adventurer's Guild.</strong><br/><br/><strong>Player Expectations:</strong><br/><br/>I really want to play in a sort of post-apocalyptic pathfinder game.  I like playing games where the setting is ultimately the arch-nemesis of the party.  I am really into the sexual elements that the GM mentioned previously, and I also know that I really like it when Ixy GMs.<br/><br/><strong>Character Goals:</strong><br/><br/>Ox wants to overcome his issues with substance addiction, notably to a hallucinogen named "black tar."  In relation to this, Ox wants to get revenge on the drug dealer, Lagon, for selling him poison-laced drugs that led to his girlfriend's fatal overdose.<br/><br/>Ox perceives himself to be lower than dirt, and longs to elevate his status in the world.  Like most adventurers, he desires fame and fortune.<br/><br/>Ox does not fit in in human society, and longs to find a place where there are more people like himself.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Ons:</strong><br/><br/>Ox enjoys partaking in group sex, BDSM, and femdom.<br/>