(BACKSTORY IDEAS: Hermit; I was the caretaker of an ancient ruin or relic. (Personality change idea: Since i changed their personality from dutiful to vulgar, they've gained a new mindset and claim themselves as the caretaker when in reality they are not.
I've been isolated for so long that I rarely speak, preferring gestures and the occasional grunt.
Power. Solitude and contemplation are paths toward mystical or magical power. (Evil)
Nothing is more important than the other members of my hermitage, order, or association.
August 12th. Grinning widely like a desert wolf, she sits in a crude way as she watched the large brown-pelted wolf trudge towards him, moving to greet her; but she has another plan in her head, as the bark of her words slip out of her maw "What are you? A potato? A dirtmound?" she crudely aims it, barking with laughter as the larger male does a correction nip to her flank, making her squeal.