Weiss

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Hailing from the Southern Icefields, Weiss clawed her way through life trying to stay right where they were, and sticking their face into pillows and groaning, why, oh why, are they here?

Well that might be a little over dramatic.

Weiss was never one to explore outside their comfort zone, preferring to stay surrounded by multiple tomes on old taxidermy practices and collections of stuffed animals- both of the plush and dead varieties. There was indeed comfort in the confrontation of death. It also kept out any pesky dragons.



To say that Weiss likes cramming knowledge in their head is an understatement.

Much like Polaris, Weiss was a scholar in the Arcanist's Observatory. Unlike Polaris, Weiss never clicked with one area of learning. Rather, Weiss would pick a god and pray a good-sized encyclopedia on whatever caught their interest that day, a cold drink, and a well-lit area.

Weiss watched as others left to find more about the world and themselves, including the star obsessed Polaris