Ikleis

Sleeping... dreaming. Waking, again, to find the world change.

Ikleis is one of the Old Things of the world, of story. A being forgotten by time, though his kind are known well in myths and legends.

Put simply? He's a nature spirit, though more like a local god. He's the guardian of a forest... a very, very old forest that man has never really seen the heart of, thanks to him. He's been asleep for a very long, long time... and now he's awake, once more, to walk the world... once he feels like it.

It seems he's still sleepy, a bit, from his long, long nap. What's a few hundred years, though? Eh, regardless... he's not terribly inclined to leave his forest, wanting to ensure it will be safe should he ever feel inclined to leave. It's a bit of a big job, too.... not that he minds at all.

Standing six and a half feet tall, though rather thin and elfin in appearance, Ikleis is clearly odd. His skin has the same brown tone as the bark of some trees, his hair is as green as leaves, and his eyes are as blue as the sky. Needless to say, he's different! Typically, he simply wears simple pants and nothing else, not really needing anything else, and really seeing most clothing as silly. still, he does sometimes meet people, and it's best not to distress them overmuch.

Vorish? At times. Helpful? Not always. Prey? Eh, probably not. We'll see. Power's about to go, and so am I.