CHARACTER

Name: Slow Motion

Age: Old enough for him to have forgotten the number

Gender: Male

Race: Sloth

Appearance: Looks like your average old, large sloth. Wears a robe, and a cloak on top of that. The algae on his body have grown long, and cover the sides of his head, reaching the ground, and dragging behind him. They seem to have formed some sort of long beard too, putting any wannabe wise sloth to shame. With the longest beard, and the longest hair, Slow also has the deepest stare and longest claws as well, which he often folds over his old, but trusty walking stick.

Background:

"I was once, just like you, children. Young, passionate...full of violence. I detested the weak and pitiful members of other tribes, and even of my own, and made a living of petty banditry, and extortion. I was a big, nasty criminal back then. I was also the fastest sloth alive! Still am!"

"But...grandpa.."

Slow pats the child on the head. "Shush now. As I was saying... I was the fastest sloth alive. I knew over one thousand fighting styles, and over ten thousand fighting techniques, at a perfect level of mastery. I could sense the power and life of every living being, and could hear my name whispered everywhere on the planet. With a single fist, I could destroy a Fellow, and turn them into pure dust..."

"Grandpa! you're making this up!"

"Hush now... So...where was I?"

"Turning any fellow into pure dust with a single fist?"

"Oh, no, no! I could destroy them..just by tapping them with my claw. Either way... in my infinite wisdom, I continued to indulge my lowly behavior... until I received news, of your grandmother... she was being held captive, in a far away village! So I went to rescue her. Breaking no less than one hundred and one laws of physics, and many, many more bones of my foes, I fought valiantly for three moons, until she was freed, from the clutches of her captors..."

"Yeah, right..."

"Ah...children these days. So lacking in patience. Let me continue. So... I rescued your grandmother...and just as I was about to kiss her... the real culprit showed himself. It was MY BROTHER! STOP MOTION! He...was behind everything. And I... I realized it was time for our showdown. So I readied myself...and went at it..."

"...this is stupid..."

"Hey! Mind your language young one... So...as I was saying... I fought Slow for nine hundred ninety nine days...until I delivered a critical blow, on the wake of the thousandth day...and he fell off the tallest peak of this region..tumbling down. Yet... I knew he was not dead..."

"Grandpa! There are NO mountains in this region! And you only married grandma because your parents thought it was a good idea! And everyone knows, you hate uncle Stop, because he stole your favorite cloak and pretended it was the neighbor!"

"...Eh? Who told you all that?"

"I'm leaving. This is boring. These stories aren't real! Imma go stay with grandma! At least she doesn't lie so much..."-and the kid stormed off... well...more like...gently breezed off...on the course of half an hour.

"Ah! He forgot the door..."-Slow said, turning to face the door...and then, back at his room. He closed his eyes. A few moments later, the sound of the door shutting came.

Magic (if any): While peacefully meditating in stillness, Slow can actually control his algae.