This is 4 out of 7 character profiles, that will be created for my story "Medieval Cohesion".

Full name: Sinqularis Lupus
Specie: Wolf
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male (often mistaken for a female)
Class: Shaman
2nd Class: Druid
Weapon: Staff
Armor: Tribal clothes

Strength ◙ ◙
Defense ◙
Dexterity ◙ ◙ ◙
Endurance ◙
Agility ◙ ◙ ◙
Magical ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙

- Abilities -

Spirit Blast ~ As the shaman's most primary attack, Sinqularis can conjure a bright bolt born our of spiritual energy, that deals great damage to any undead target. Upon impact, the bolt splashes and can deal lesser damage to units around the target. This attack is very ineffective against living enemies, but provides it's own light source in darkness.

Nova ~ When facing overwhelming danger, desperate measures are called for. Having absorbed all the spiritual energy in the area, the shaman can unleash a powerful nova, that expands around his body to strike all surrounding enemies. The nova is lethal for all undead targets on ground, and leaves all living targets unscathed. Unfortunately, this attack completely depletes the shamans energy, leaving him weakened.

Spiritual Summoning ~ After his destined encounter with the older shaman Keltarh, Sinqularis will obtain the ability to call upon the spirits of wild creatures, that stand ready to aid him in combat. As the long journey continues, the shaman’s spiritual connection with Gaia will grow stronger, and the spirits of more powerful beings will answer his call.

Spirit Barrier ~ During various kinds of ranged assaults, Sinqularis is able to conjure a barrier of spiritual energy, that can protect himself and even allies from ranged attacks. The size of the barrier determines how quickly his energy depletes, and the barrier won’t be able to reflect all kinds of attacks. If his energy runs out, he’ll become unconscious.

Rejuvenation ~ When having been injured in battle, Sinqularis can draw upon the life force of nature around, to slowly recover the wounds of him and his allies. This requires concentration through deep meditation, and is too risky to attempt during combat, as it takes time and patience. This ability can only be performed with the promotion to druid.

Guardian of Gaia ~ After having sworn eternal loyalty to the planet, and proven his devotion by defending the wild, Sinqularis will have access to this supreme ability known only in legends. By calling upon the planet itself, his soul will merge with the spirit of Gaia, transforming him into a divine being with arcane powers. Few has survived to perform this transformation, as such divine powers are too overwhelming for a humble mortal to contain. This ability requires the promotion to druid.

- Background -

During a dark night in the end of spring, a young cub was born in the enchanted forest of Niévahna. Rain drummed on the tent from above, as a horrifying thunderstorm was crossing their camp at that very moment. The woman’s mate had remained by her side throughout the entire birth, along with a couple of young maidens, supporting the woman to endure the agony. But no one else from the camp came to visit, before the rumble of thunder above, was interrupted by the penetrating sound of an infant crying. New life had been brought to their peaceful camp in the forest, and many were willing to dare a short dash through the rain, just to witness this wonderful experience. While resting her worn body, she held the little cub in her arms, attempting to see her newborn child through the thick darkness. But this late at night, all torches were unlit. All she could figure out, was that she had given birth to a boy. But then suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down nearby, illuminating the entire sky for a brief moment. The flash brought light into her humble tent, and her eyes grew wide, as she for the first time fixed her eyes on her cub. To her and everyone elses surprise, the boy’s fur was brightly pink. Such a strange and unnatural color. Everybody became silent inside her tent, just staring at the unusual cub she had given birth to. She didn’t even want to think about, what kind of thoughts went through their minds. Was the cub sick? Was it some sort of unknown genetic mutation? She had no clue, but something wasn’t right. Then it suddenly crossed her mind, that maybe the cub was born this way, because of an illness in her own body. Whatever had happened, she insisted on getting to the bottom of this.

The following day in the afternoon, she and her mate went to the shamans tent, bringing the little cub along with them. If anyone within this camp, would know about the child’s unusual condition, it would be him. He was responsible for having cured so many life-threatening diseases in the past, thanks to his vast knowledge about herbs and the making of medicine. The old shaman became the first to gaze upon the newborn cub, without seeming shocked or surprised. But he did examine it with great interest. It even touched his heart, when the playful cub grabbed onto his old wrinkly finger with it’s tiny hand, while giggling heartily. The little pink boy seemed to like the old shaman, and clearly felt secure with him, despite that it was their first encounter. With a smile on his face, the old man turned towards the concerned parents and assured them, that the cub was healthy and well. But once they asked further into the strange color of his fur, the shaman shook his head and claimed that he couldn’t provide them with a logic explanation. The mother could see in the old man’s eyes, that he was hiding something. She wasn’t satisfied with this conclusion. There had to be something wrong. A wolf’s fur is not supposed to be pink. The boy’s father seemed relieved to know, that neither the cub or his mate were suffering from any kind of illness. But the mother was restless. Even the shaman’s word couldn’t make her stop worrying about this event. But all she could do, was bringing the cub back home and try to raise it. She and her mate agreed, that it was best if they resumed their lives as if there was nothing unusual about the birth, and just ignore the fact that their cub was born with pink fur. The boy was named Sinqularis Lupus - a fitting name for such a unique child, as it is Latin and roughly translates to “Lone wolf”.

Years passed, and the boy grew older. But the mother found it disturbingly difficult to keep her promise, as the cub's abnormal appearance still left her frustrated. Despite the unusual color of his fur, everyone in the camp loved the boy. He was helpful, polite and never got involved with any sort of trouble. The other boys about his own age, showed no interest in hanging out with him, but Sinqularis didn't seem to care. It wasn't even a challenge for them to avoid him, because he didn't seek their company. And yet, to everyone's surprise, the boy became very popular among the young girls living in the camp. They claimed that his pink fur and feminine personality had an appealing charm about it, so he was invited into their social group, where he seemed to fit in quite well. But no matter how well he thrived in the camp, and no matter how fond people became of him, his mother was heartbroken and unhappy. Because she was tired of being referred to, as the mother of the sick child. No one knew what was wrong with Sinqularis, not even the old shaman, being the wisest man in camp. So they all assumed it was a disease, or perhaps a genetic flaw by birth. This was nothing like how she imagined it would be, when she prepared herself to become a parent. If the cub really had to be born with pink fur, why couldn't it at least have been a girl? After having raised the child for a couple of years, she was convinced that this was Gaia's cruel way of mocking her. Or perhaps it was a punishment, for something she had done wrong. There were many theories, but the truth kept eluding her. This confusion often lead her to seek out privacy, where she could clear her mind by crying in peace.

Once the boy became six years old, the inevitable family feud occurred. The father showed concern for the fact, that the mother never took part in raising her child, or even cared about his childhood. And once this subject was grazed, her hidden feelings finally surfaced, brought to the father’s attention through a burst of rage. This initiated series of loud arguments that took place, over the next few following months. What they didn’t know, was that Sinqularis occasionally eavesdropped to their fights, while remaining silent outside the tent. He could hear every word clearly, and it broke the young boy’s heart, to the point where he shed tears of sorrow for the first time. When his parents got into a fight like this, they were too enraged to care about who was listening. But it became painfully clear to Sinqularis, that he was the reason why his parents didn’t get along anymore. In the end, the mother told his father, that he had to choose between her or the boy. Because she just couldn’t handle it anymore. But despite that the father liked the boy, he was afraid of picking up the challenge to raise him alone. So the choice was made. The boy had to go. Less than a week later, they managed to open communication with a family from another tribe, who seemed interested in adopting this unusual cub. They had heard the urban legend, about the mysterious boy born with the brightly pink fur, and they would gladly offer him a safe place to grow up. The following dawn, Sinqularis was accompanied by two skilled hunters, who knew how to navigate through the forest. They volunteered to bring the boy along on their next hunt, and drop him off by the tribe of Ranakhan. When it was time to leave, the parents didn’t even show up to say goodbye, before their son was taken away. But Sinqularis decided to join the hunters without a fuss, leaving his home in complete silence, and not even turning his head to look back.

Having been transferred to the tribe of Ranakhan, Sinqularis spend the first days being severely homesick, but his new parents were really nice. They provided him with much love, but knew when to offer him privacy. It was a new experience for the young boy, to receive so much attention from whoever was in charge of the parental role. And despite that he missed his friends from the other camp, it didn’t take long before his feminine charm and appearance, attracted the young females and made them drag him into their social clique. His homesickness faded away with time, and he eventually felt more comfortable in his new environment. But one day, the boy had mysteriously disappeared, leaving the parents greatly concerned. He was gone for hours, so they had scouts send out to search for him in the forest. They managed to track him down, no more than two miles away from the camp to the south. But before revealing their presence, they noticed that the boy was holding something in his hand. It was a small lifeless sparrow, that seemingly had gotten itself killed by flying into a tree at high speed. The scouts became curious and observed him from the treetops above. The boy's eyes were filled with sorrow, showing that he pitied the poor thing. His free hand hovered above the lifeless bird for a moment, and then it started to glow, enveloped by a bright but transparent light. The scouts recognized this peculiar light. It was ancient spirit magic! A small and bright orb appeared, follow by a tail of spiritual energy, approaching the dead sparrow. Sinqularis was calling back the sparrows soul, attempting to revive it. The orb merged with the lifeless body of the bird, and with an emotional expression on his face, he send the sparrow flying towards the treetops. He watched quietly as the sparrow became united with it's mate waiting on a branch, before disappearing into the dark forest together.

This was an unexpected miracle. The boy was a wielder of spirit magic - a sacred river of arcane powers, that according to the elders, is connected to the planet itself. Rumor had it, that only the chosen disciples of Gaia, were blessed with the ability to control spiritual energy. After bringing the boy home, the scouts reported what they witnessed to the chieftain. And once the chieftain mentioned it to the elders, it didn't take long for the rumor to spread throughout the entire forest, reaching the ears of every clan and tribe existing. This greatly affected the boy's reputation, as he switched from being known as the sick child born with pink fur, to being considered the sacred son of Gaia herself. Some of the more faithful believers, even claimed that it was the divine touch of Gaia that turned his fur pink, so that he would stand out among the common people. Sinqularis wasn't too pleased about having all attention directed towards him, and it irked him that they discovered his hidden powers. But he was left with no choice, but to get used to the fame. Many colds winters later into the future, once Sinqularis had reached adulthood, the tribe of Ranakhan offered him to serve as their spiritual leader. It was an offer that he couldn't refuse, because there were great opportunities to practice his sacred abilities through shamanism. Sinqularis had grown into a wise, compassionate and thoughtful young man. But the memories of how he was separated from his biological parents, caused him to leave his cheerful spirit behind him. His upbeat personality withered eventually, turning him into a shadow of what he used to be, a quiet person that seldom showed his emotions. But any person who looked into his flickering eyes, could easily sense that he was constantly browsing through a lot of thoughts, that he never opened up about.

Shortly after having turned twentytwo years old, Sinqularis received a visit from an unexpected guest. It was his biological mother, that had apparently traveled alone, all the way from the tribe of Labraska. She found him sitting on a log by the bonfire, holding onto a wooden staff, with a sparkling amethyst adoring the top. He was clearly lost in thought, while staring at the charred remains of wood in front of him. Once she greeted him, he just turned his head and looked at her, without saying a word. The purpose with this visit puzzled him. But it didn’t take long, before he had the truth delivered by her careless way of approaching him. She mentioned that she had heard the rumors, about the sacred “Son of Gaia”, who had been discovered in the tribe of Ranakhan. And she became disturbingly overzealous, about explaining how incredibly proud she was of him. The following moment, she claimed that it was a mistake to send him away, and that she wanted him to come with her home. By that moment, Sinqularis rose from his seat and turned around, approaching her very slowly. He didn’t stop before standing right in front of her, so close that it made her feel uncomfortable. His height made him tower above her, and then he looked slowly up and down her body, while inhaling her scent subtly. Once there was a brief moment of eye contact, his mother couldn’t track any trace of emotions, besides an obvious stroke of disappointment. She felt embarrassed, as people around them were staring, awaiting his response just like her. Then he suddenly snorted, causing her to close her eyes as his breath grazed her face. Sinqularis turned his back to his mother and walked slowly away, leaning onto his wooden staff for support. His large tail swayed from one side to the other, and the breeze made his long hair flow, being so smooth and clean that every strand of hair motioned individually. The rejection left her heartbroken and speechless. But then he uttered the sentence, which became the last words to ever be exchanged with his biological mother.

“All I see in you... is a displaced memory, that has returned to haunt me. You cannot entice me with promises of love, that are nothing more than an illusion. Go home.”