User:OnkelW

I were a part of something. Something we called "The Trees", a small group dedicated to expand our knowledge of the wooden world.

We was able to procure a very rare sample of ancient untainted birch bark; bark that supposedly possessed miraculous properties. After each of us took a bite we received unique gifts as a result. Mother W's molecules increased in size, Father W's brain vanished and Uncle W's reaction was the most dramatic, brought forth birchic traits which had lain dormant in his genes.

=BIO= Name: Father Weir

Occupation: Priest

Born: 1501 in his hometown Weirtopia in a library.

Age: 22-40

Hometown: Weirtopia, southwest of Notsjia. A small town that earn their living by exporting timber.

Appearance: Wooden white with black spots. Leafy green hair. Clothes: Schaub with a weird hat.

Characteristics: Often caught in the middle of the act, but continues even with the audience.

Biggest weakness:
 * Wood
 * Gold

Fears:
 * Autoignition

Hobbies and Entertainment:
 * Tree hugging