Shanlin

Name: Shanlin
Nicknames: Mountain Spirit, Wild Man, Beast
Race: half-breed
Gender: male
Height: 166 cm
Date of birth: September 10
Place of birth: small Tibetan village
Habitat: Tibetan mountain forest
Smell: forest, wool, smoke from a fire

Shanling is a willful and sometimes mischievous individual, accustomed to acting entirely at his own discretion. A realist by nature, he harbors no illusions, but he unexpectedly combines this trait with gullibility and superstition. Beneath his outward malice and inaccessibility lies a childlike nature: he is mischievous, energetic, and, deep down, kindhearted. His courage sometimes borders on recklessness, although certain things still keep him on guard. In communication, Shanling is rude and far from tactful. At times, his behavior resembles that of a wild animal: he scratches, bites, growls, and hunches over, watching for his next prey.

• Finds solace in fishing. If he goes fishing, he does it for the whole day. He keeps some of the fish for himself, takes some to his grandpa, and sells the rest.

• His mother left him the jasper earrings and he takes great care of them.

• The habit of scratching. Itching occurs not only due to discomfort, but also simply when one is worried.

• Hates compliments. Considers them a lie, but still gets very embarrassed.

• Favorite food is latao. Also loves stewed beef.

• He rarely washes himself—not because he's unclean, but because of his lifestyle. It's important for him to blend in with his surroundings: this way, he remains undetectable to predators and prey. Although, on the other hand, he really doesn't like water.

• He will never admit that he likes affection and will snap at you, but he actually loves it.

• Very curious and asks about everything in the world, even banal things.

• He loves to sleep with plush toys, but doesn’t know it yet, since he’s never had toys.

• May be frightened by sudden movements, growl, scratch or bite.

• Hates when people he doesn’t know well touch him.

• Insanely afraid of fire and large crowds of people.

• Always finishes his food, even if he can’t fit any more.

• A believer. He prays to Buddha every day before going to bed. He even tried to get into a monastery, but the monks were afraid of him.

• Very diligently saves money for something useful for the home

• Almost doesn’t remember his mother

People from the village:
He doesn't like them. They often chase him, beat him, and call him names, sometimes even taking his food or his earnings (once they even tried to pour boiling water on him). Shanling, for his part, doesn't allow them near his territory and can even persuade the birds to ruin their harvest.

Forest animals and birds:
Neighborly relations. They help each other, and they also do each other harm. Sometimes they sit together and devour berries, and sometimes they fight so hard that fluff flies through the air. Shanling does not kill or hunt animals and birds from his territory, only those of strangers.

Grandpa.
One day, an elderly village doctor saved Shanling during a snowstorm. He nursed the boy back to health and became the only person Shanling truly cares for. Shanling often visits him, and the old man cooks for him and chats with him.

Shanling lives in a clearing in the mountain forest. He built himself a hut—out of stones, clay, wood, and straw. The hut is small and offers little protection from the mountain winds and cold, but it's better than nothing. Shanling also stuffs furs into the cracks.

Inside, there's a fire pit where he cooks. He sleeps on hay, and covers himself with a skin. Shanling sewed his own pillow, which is stuffed with dog hair.

There is a table - a board placed on two logs - and a chair that his grandfather, the doctor, made and gave him.

There is also a chest in the hut: in it, Shanlin keeps household utensils, clothes, and various useful things—threads, wool, fabric, etc. Dried herbs and berries, which he stores for the winter, are arranged on the shelves.

Drawing. He usually draws pictures he saw in a Buddhist temple. He also likes to draw mountains and flowers. The problem is that paper is a rarity for him, and ink is also expensive, so he draws with a stick on the ground or with charcoal on stone or wood.
He draws quite well, his lines are thin and confident, his drawings can be used to decorate books.
dreams of painting Buddha on a huge canvas

Life in the wild spares no one; it is literally impossible to be healthy in such conditions.
Due to her lifestyle, Shanling suffers from parasites—lice, scabies mites, and worms. She often scratches her skin until it bleeds, and has patches of rash on her body. Her stomach hurts almost constantly, usually mildly and barely noticeably, but sometimes the pain intensifies.
Also suffers from vitamin deficiency.

The voice is harsh, broken, and hoarse—not due to illness, but by nature. High-pitched, with a rapid tempo and stuttering speech, it seems to belong to a mischievous boy on the threshold of adolescence.
Due to a lack of upbringing, his speech is often full of obscene language, and his communication style is characterized by a rudeness. His limited vocabulary is explained by his long period of life outside of society.
Despite this, Shanling tries to communicate politely, emulating monks. But if she feels threatened or tense by someone, she'll unleash her full vocabulary of insults.
Shanlin isn't a talkative person. If he has the opportunity to remain silent, he will.

Shanling's father was a demon—he took advantage of a young girl, who later bore him a son. Despite the contempt and disapproval of his family, his mother loved Shanling unconditionally and remained his only close friend. Alas, fate proved cruel: she passed away too early, when the boy was only five years old, leaving him completely alone.