Sexuality: Asexual

Song: No Light, No Light by Florence and the Machine

Birth Season: Summer

Body Type: Pudgy

Distinguishing Features: Jewelry, wraps around arm, scars over eye and on shoulders, black and white stripes

Quirks: He always keeps a candle lit before he sleeps, picks at his scabs, tends to treasure small useless objects(rocks, leaves, beetle husks)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Likes: Routines, dusk, writing in cursive, chilly weather

Dislikes: Humidity, commitment, surprises, roaches, spiders, change

Fears: Mothsong learning about the things he's done, being watched without his knowledge, war

Connections:

• (formerly)Lauvian(outcast-tribe)
• (formerly)Windwhistle, Blacklotus, Viperstrike(brother, sister, brother)
• (formerly)Reagil Frostbrand(mother)
• (respected priest of)Temples of Herahr
• (Specialty Priest of)Herahr Spiritstep
• Jahji Mothsong(best friend)
• Thalael Truthcaller(hates)

Occupation: Temple Priest of Herahr Spiritstep

Hobbies: Map-making(Baoliir attempts to make his own maps based off what he's seen), gardening(he carries a small potted plant with him)

Worship: Specialty Priest of Herahr Spiritstep, God of magic, life, and death

Skills:

• Magic-using
• Plant lore
• Magic lore
• World lore
• Dimensions lore(material, magic, spirit, shadow, untraceable, illusion, mirror, string, light)
• Ancient History
• Calligraphy
• Reading/writing
• Hunting
• Tracking
• Swimming

Specialty Priest of Herahr Powers:

• Can enter a trance to ask for guidance from Herahr Spiritstep
• Is required to obey the commands Herahr gives to him
• Capable of exiting the Spirit Dimension without permission from the Gods of the Dead
• Can speak to the dead once per day
• Capable of both healing and death magic
• Magical objects/creatures are outlined in white light in his vision
• Undead objects/creatures are outlined in red in his vision
• Can create more permanent gates between Dimensions
• Longer life
• Immunity to poison

World-Walking Powers:

• Can walk between Dimensions
• Capable of learning Dimension-beasts' languages
• Has an easier time learning Dimension-beasts' languages
• Has an easier time making allies out of Dimension-beasts

Personality: Positive, curious, earnest, friendly, strong-willed, relaxed, composed, outspoken, stubborn, well-meaning, overprotective. Though he is definitely friendly and accepting of a new person on the outside, within he is far more suspicious until he's started trusting. Baoliir can accept death, but after the disaster that took his and many others' families from them, he's been unwilling to provoke a fight. His acceptance of disaster and death is what helps Mothsong when she sees it happen.

History:
Baoliir was a pirate captain's son, and from childhood the herbalists would always draw connections to his black stripe and white stripe, calling him the cat of life and death due to the black and white having relation to blackthorn, a poison, and silverthorn, blackthorn's female counterpart and the antidote to the poison.
Paintedthorn was very conserved growing up in the outcast tribe of Lauvian where his mother would visit most often, usually keeping his games only between his littermates and their close friends. He would often hiss at others asking to join, despite Windwhistle, the most accepting of the four kitten, objecting that it would do no harm. This sort of treatment nearly got Paintedthorn's eye clawed out when he refused to let a crow-child join in their game. Paintedthorn remained rather bitter to that crow for a long while.
Young Paintedthorn, being trained to help his mother, who was often gone on pirating expeditions, had little chance after learning to read to learn about why so many would mention a name whenever speaking of his stripes of life and death. Any chance of learning from the libraries in Lauvian was taken when war broke out between Lauvian and a nearby kingdom. After the serpent captain, Saltscales, took the army to hold off the kingdom's forces, Paintedthorn's brothers and sisters got hurried onto their mother's ship along with many nobles, and Captain Frostbrand promised to take them to safer ground once she'd gotten the people of Lauvian to their new land.
However, one day on the ship when a storm was rocking the seas, Paintedthorn was passing out drinks to the older nobles when he encountered the same crow who'd nearly scratched out his eye. The arrogant young man asked if being the captain's son gave him the right to get drunk enough to save them all from his pesence, and Paintedthorn had retorted with a smart remark about if being a nobleman meant everyone fought in the war for you. Evidently the wrong thing to jab at, seeing as the young crow's father had left to hold the line with Saltscales, and the crow's left eye lit up with blue light when he tackled Paintedthorn. The two fought until Paintedthorn shoved the crow back against the wall and one of the crow's flailing wings knocked over a candle. It followed a trail of alcohol spilled on deck, and blew up the barrels of gunpowder Captain Frostbrand kept for the canonballs in case of opposing ships.
Half the ship exploaded, and most of the ones on the ship died either from the blast or from drowning in the endless sea. Paintedthorn, adept at swimming on his mother's insistence, found two of his three littermates in the water. Blacklotus and Viperstrike showed him the location of poor sweet Windwhistle, who'd gotten himself killed trying to reach Captain Frostbrand before their mother was killed by the explosion. The first-mate, a bat Frostbrand was very good friends with, had one of his wings completely ruined by nearly reaching Frostbrand and Windwhistle in time to get them both away.
Though Paintedthorn and his littermates offered to help him find land, he remained in the water and helped others who survived get onto the pieces of wood and push them off in the direction Paintedthorn's remnants of family had swam. Paintedthorn was lucky he wasn't there to see how the first-mate died, broken body floating not far from where the captain held her son close.
Paintedthorn, Blacklotus, and Viperstrike all made it to land safely. They stuck together for some time, stealing food to help each other, but soon the call of nature set them on their own paths. Blacklotus left to become the herbalist of one of the nearby tribes, and Viperstrike planned to pay for a boat and head out to the cove Frostbrand lorded over, intending to take over as the new Captain in his mother's name.
Paintedthorn felt no calling, but did feel a deep curiousity for finally learning about why so many had cared about his stripes. Paintedthorn researched the libraries, discovering more than the mere mention of the Hundred Gods he'd heard as a younger child. It was from these sorts of books he learned about Herahr Spiritstep, the lynx-like god of magic, mana, dimension-gates, and life and death. Paintedthorn attended the temples of Herahr, learning more about him from ordinary priests. In one of his books, Paintedthorn found mention of the specialty priests, those Herahr accepted as his messengers and the ones he gave some of his own power to. Intruiged, Paintedthorn followed the special instructions in the book said to bring an illusion of Herahr to the magic circle. In the end, Spiritstep seemed far more real than an illusion.
When Paintedthorn asked to be Herahr Spiritstep's specialty priest, Herahr warned him that to be his specialty priest meant giving himself to the true course of nature over nurture, and giving his mind to magic. When Paintedthorn agreed, giving his word and a bit of spirit to Herahr to comfirm the bond that Baoliir would follow Spiritstep's near every command.
Herahr spent time training Paintedthorn in magics, the illusion of the god appearing to guide him to proper books on the lore of the different worlds. It was during this research of the Dimensions when Herahr noticed the strange feel of Paintedthorn's spirit, and identified Baoliir as a World-Walker. Az Magicdancer, the watcher of Dimensions, was brought by Herahr to help Paintedthorn understand the World-Walking power and warning him of the dangers it had. Some World-Walkers would antagonize the wrong Dimension-creatures, some would get it into their heads that it gave them far more power than others, and some just got lost in the Dimensions and spent their lives not able to find the right route to the Material Dimension.
Paintedthorn was taken by Az to a few of the other Dimensions to glance at them and learn what he could by looking, but other than that Herahr kept a tight leash on Magicdancer's influence regarding Baoliir. On his own time, Baoliir would step into other Dimensions, glancing at the creatures. This almost got him killed once, and he barely got out with his life after an illusioned creature attacked him.
Once Herahr grew uncomfortable with engaging in any more of Paintedthorn's World-Walking abilities, the god began to test his loyalties. Baoliir would steal from other temples, admittedly not as much as the gods of thieves, and would even fight other priests of other gods. Paintedthorn sold his following of Spiritstep like a drug, and went on long journeys to reach families requesting the words of Spiritstep, either due to a close connection with the duties of Spiritstep or some other reason. While Paintedthorn certainly didn't mind competing with other temples or being Herahr's messenger to those wishing to hear from him, there was one aspect of being one of the High Priests in many towns and a Specialty Priest anywhere that got to him.
On rare occasions, the Temples of Herahr would make sacrifices to gain Herahr's magical aid for their soldiers in wars. The nearest Specialty Priest to the war would make an appearance to make the sacrifice, and what was unfortunate was what was required for a god of life and death. Too many times Paintedthorn found himself murdering the mother of a new child on the altar and giving the child to one of the temple. A life ended for a life begun. Some times, for lesser gifts from Herahr, all Paintedthorn would have to do for the temples would be magical incantations, but those sacrifices for great aid from Spiritstep always seemed like far more often.
Paintedthorn's duties as the Specialty Priest are what let him encounter Mothsong, wandering from tribe to tribe. Paintedthorn spent most of the time he had free with Mothsong, helping her in tough situations and being a companion while she delivered verbal messages to the tribesfolk. Though only slightly older than her, inside she was still hardly an adult, and Paintedthorn almost became a guardian figure. He still kept some distance from her, wary about the things he'd had to do in the name of his god and dreading what would happen if her fragile spirit found out. Paintedthorn had seen firsthand how brittle she was when it came to death or disaster, and so he keeps his secrets away from her, hoping to protect her.
After she came with a messages for the Tribe of Arrows Swift, however, he became all too aware that he couldn't defend her from the other lies in the world and the death that was to come.