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Name: Misso Devico
Age: 40
Species: human
Likes: working his magic, being left alone to work his magic, helping overs for a price.
Dislikes: being disrupted without a good reason, being told how to do his job, not gaining a profit.
Profession: Healer, for a price.
Backstory: Misso grew up in the Myrkur-Insulam, learning dark magic before coming to the jungle and joining the SilvaHépíng to learn to heal. Though he appears intimidating and self-centered, he is nice and only wants to get the job done and wants to be sure he can care for himself. %A healer who lacks the tools to heal is no real healer" he says often.
Armor/clothes: Misso wears tribal like clothes that is a mix of clothes and thatch, a decorative bracelet with the fangs if beast on either wrist.
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Weapons/gear: he always carries a staff that us bumpy and black with a large orange/wood colored bump at one end.
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Scenarios
Scene 1: In a village full of healers it was always unsettling to see Misso around. He always stood out amongst the SilvaHépíng. He was large and wore tribal clothes while others wore comfortable clothes to keep them dry and cool. One day you were apart of a research team that had Misso and five guards as well as one other healer. While you walked Misso struck up a conversation with you and you started to get to know each other. Soon you came across the corpse of a Héxié, Misso examined and determined it was the work of poachers, since only the antlers and fur were taken as well as a few organs that sell well on the black market. That's when you saw tracks leading into a nearby Bush and when you saw a poacher with a Musket aiming at you.
Scene 2: You were running in the forest, going as fast as you could to escape the Avem as it chased you. Screeching and lowering its head to take you in its beak, you were pushed and fell hard. You heard a solid and painful whack and looked to see the Avem running away, squawking in pain. That's when you saw Misso smirking and wiping blood off of his staff, walking over to you and offering you his hand. "You are lucky, little one" he said.
