MistyDragonz

Zorro (IGN: MistyDragonz) is a male vul known for being driven mad by traumatic past events and an obsession with the stars.

Bandit Raid
When the Vulpur was young he was on a stroll when he heard screams. Investigating, the young one snuck over to its source and witnessed bandits pillage his camp. Seeing his own mother get beheaded by a bandit he leaped at them with a sword in hand ready to kill. The attack caught the bandit by surprise and he jabbed the sword into the man's chest. He looked at his mother's corpse before fleeing. This, being the first time he had killed anyone, left a large emotional impact upon him. "'I hast fled the hands of men, but 'tis not over.' - Zorro"

Homelessness and Loss of Sanity
Not wanting to remember any of the memories from the site of the raid Zorro left his home. He found another settlement but was denied the right to live there, even after much begging. Whilst preparing to sleep he looked up at the night sky and the stars. Noticing something peculiar about them he took out a sketchpad and began to draw the stars onto the pad. After he was satisfied with his drawing he put the pad away and slept, hoping to find somewhere to stay and planning on studying his sketches to make sense of the stars that had captivated him.

Alone and homeless, the Vul began to develop an obsession with the stars and began to talk to them. His sanity deteriorated as he tirelessly connected the stars in his sketches and made constellations.

Obsession with the Stars
This obsession with constellations grew as time went on. "Glory to the Neihernspried." (Incomplete)

Personality
Zorro is a very strange, sneaky and lonely vul. When angry he can enter a state of bloodlust, a symptom of past trauma.

He is fond of Vulpinians and will treat residents of Aroforn kindly as if they were all his friends, however he is very hostile towards humans.

He has a respect for authority figures."'But deep inside they're hurting. So if you ever see 'em, give them a hug.' - An unnamed vul regarding Zorro"

Diary Entries
Zorro kept a diary over the course of his life. The following is a verbatim record of his diary entries.

Day 935 of attempting to move. After... What I had seen. I have oh so many thoughts on the humans. They all lack remorse and do not show compassion for others. They had murdered my entire camp. When I do die, I hope someone from the future can read my writings and find meaning in them.

Day 936.. It's getting really cold out. I saw a village of humans, despite my hate for them, at this point it's my only choice. I'll keep this updated.

Update: They didn't let me in. I did alot, but nothing. I might head back to... there. I'll continue writing in the morning.

Day 937, I found a very nice-looking town. But I hear my language? Are there others like me there? I'll go and see if I can find out more, but 'tis very late. I shall sleep for tonight and wake up in the morning, ready to venture.

Day 938: Ive gone closer to the town. It reeks of alcohol. I can tell because It's the same things father used to drink, anyways, I will cover my snout and go in hoping I can find answers.

Day 939: I have covered myself, but the stench is still very noticeable, anyways. Turns out my people are there. I'd love to live there someday. More of my questions are answered, for one of the best brewers of Eldham resides in this town! I will write down more if I find anything.

Day 940: After surviving on my own for this long, I'm deciding to have a little drink. I'll keep myself updated.

Upddaate: pooɓ os sɐʍ ʇı 'ɥo ɹǝʇʇǝq ɓuıɥʇʎuɐ pǝʇsǝʇ ɹǝʌǝu ǝʌI

Update: I was drunk and was writing upside down. Sorry.

Day 941: It's thanksgiving! Also due to the events of yesterday, I'm just not going to drink. Ever. Ever. Anyways, I cooked myself a chicken and ate it in my tent, but what was I thankful for? I mean... I have no friends, no family, All I have is my food. So, I guess I'm thankful for that.

Sorry, I forgot what day it was, anyways. I'm having trouble gaining confidence to go in the town. I don't know what to do.

Day: ??? Damn it, I went in, it was awkward, not a single bit of money in my satchel or pockets, they asked me I wanted to live there, it was better than the tent miles away. So... I guess I have a place here now. I feel so empty, and I don't know why.

Day: ??? I saw someone brewing. I decided to copy what they did, ended up with some very sweet tea! and then... I tasted it, It... It reminded me of my mother. Of her kindness and sweetness. I cried after that, don't worry, I didn't cry loud enough for people to hear it.

Day ??? I hear them. I hear the screams of my family, my friends, my lover. I covered my ears. I still hear them. Now I can smell, I can smell their blood. I begin to bang my head on the wall, hoping for it to stop, it doesn't stop. Why can't it stop. My hate for humans is eternal.

Day ???: I HEAR A VOICE. IT SOUNDS FAMILAR, I REMEMBER THE VOICE WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE CHILD, I DONT KNOW WHO'S VOICE IT IS, BUT I NEED TO FIND OUT. IT'S A VOICE OF A WOMAN SAYING SORRY. IM GOING TO ASK THE MONSTER WHO IT IS.

Day ???: I talked to the monster, Turns out... That woman was my mother. The woman who took care of me wasn't my mother. And the monster wasn't my father. This... This raises many questions... If they aren't my parents...

Who are?

I mean, it makes so much sense, That *thing* nor my "mother" never even looked, talked, or sounded like me. I thank the woman for taking care of me, but... Why whould my "Parents" abandon me at birth? That bastard lied to me.

Day ???: The stars. It's the stars that will guide me. My sketches show the constellation of the Vulpur. That will guide me.

???

“I see humans but no humanity."