Purl Ravel!!!

Personality Traits:

Sarcasm and insults are my weapons of choice.

Ideals:

Suspicious. I must be careful, for I have no way of telling friend from foe here. (Any)

Bonds:

My freedom is my most precious possession. I’ll never let anyone take it from me again.

Flaws:

I consider the adherents of other gods to be deluded innocents at best, or ignorant fools at worst.

Who I Am:

You are not from this realm, but have traveled from the dimension of Yarn. A piece of sentient yarn inhabiting a magically grown meat suit, you are a traveler and explorer for your people. The creatures of this world are strange, but you will study them none the less as you never know when your people may conflict with them.

You desire the order of the Loom and seek to impose it upon this crazed world. You do things in twos, move things to line them up, pick up things left discarded, and otherwise have habits that others have called obsessive. They do not understand the pattern, but they will when the blessed Yarn crochets this plane to the skein of order.

Your only friend in this world is your familiar Wool, a small crocheted sheep (statistics of weasel). In his googly eyes do you find peace.