Name: Taodrak (TAU-drak)

Nickname(s): Tao

Title(s): Ancient One, Oracle, Seer

Associated with: Prayer flags, wind, voices, mountains.

Gender: Male-ish, but kind of undead so it's pretty irrelevant for him.

Birthday: February 10th

Age: Ancient

Size: 11

Set: Inky Koi Pelt, Zombie Deer Mask, Candle Antlers.*
He has thick, fluffy calico fur which catches the air of a breeze, making him look as though he could blow away. His antlers most often bear prayer flags or candles.
As alternates to his main set in-game, he sometimes wears the Long Mask on his face, and/or wears flowers on his antlers. An undead mystic needs style points.

Picto: The Kite

"Kites have a long and varied history and many different types are flown individually and at festivals worldwide. Kites may be flown for recreation, art or other practical uses.... Kites were invented in China, where materials ideal for kite building were readily available: silk fabric for sail material; fine, high-tensile-strength silk for flying line; and resilient bamboo for a strong, lightweight framework." *

Personality: Wise, contemplative, and a bit mischievous. In spite of being so old that he's pretty much fur and bones, he has some spring left in his step. He loves to play tricks on others, and to tell jokes. His voice is very distinctive thanks to his decayed vocal chords; a high-pitched, hoarse laugh, a dry, wheezy cough, hisses, clicks, and rattles are just a few of the sounds he makes depending on his mood.

Taodrak sometimes seems a bit confused, or disillusioned with reality- probably because he is old as dirt, and reality seems overly familiar. He often tries to interact with idols, rocks, or gravestones, even though this venture has never proved successful for him. Additionally, he communes with the fish in the lake, and often insists that they speak to him. Rest assured, his eccentricities are harmless, and even rather endearing once you get to know the old stag.

Story: Taodrak was, in life, a sort of mystic or monk who lived high in the mountains. When he died, his body became naturally mummified, and his spirit never left it. He lingers on, going from one place to another like paper in the wind.

Likes: Stone structures. Naps. Poorly-maintained trails. Ruins. Mist. Incense. Curls of smoke. Bright colors. Hot springs. Drums. Festivals. Meditating. Collecting interesting tidbits hoarding junk.

Dislikes Hot weather. Having an inflexible schedule/strict time obligations. Negativity. Having his jaw fall off (sometimes happens when eating/vocalizing).

Art Gallery: Check out Taodrak's gallery on Toyhouse!


(updated 9/18/17)