Name: Michael Altman Current location: Asphodel. Current Physical Appearance: Altman has gone to shit, more or less. His hair is longer, he's given up on shaving, and showers are in short supply in the worm tunnels. Summary: Altman dwells on the fringes of society with a small group of worm worshippers (ironically the same group that held him hostage another life ago). He formerly made attempts to involve himself with the Resistance, but as his mental health declined under the stress he started isolating himself more and more and, eventually, turned to wormblood to take the edge off. Things just got worse from there.
He's distrustful, insane, and nearly entirely consumed with the whispers of the Marker. The caves and tunnels he calls home are covered in Marker scrawls, fragments and jotnotes all related to the construction of another monolith. Generally hostile and avoidant, he prefers his solitude.
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Current location: Asphodel.
Current Physical Appearance: Altman has gone to shit, more or less. His hair is longer, he's given up on shaving, and showers are in short supply in the worm tunnels.
Summary: Altman dwells on the fringes of society with a small group of worm worshippers (ironically the same group that held him hostage another life ago). He formerly made attempts to involve himself with the Resistance, but as his mental health declined under the stress he started isolating himself more and more and, eventually, turned to wormblood to take the edge off. Things just got worse from there.
He's distrustful, insane, and nearly entirely consumed with the whispers of the Marker. The caves and tunnels he calls home are covered in Marker scrawls, fragments and jotnotes all related to the construction of another monolith. Generally hostile and avoidant, he prefers his solitude.
Basically? CRAZY OLD WORM-ADDICT ALTMAN.