Carybdis Beniño (KER-ib-DISS BEN-een-NYO)

Avatar of Revels Carybdis Beniño (a.k.a. Cary)

Carybdis Beniño was an extraordinary gnome from the day she was born to the day she died; this is unsurprising given that she was the Avatar of Revels-- the mortal incarnation of the goddess of mirth, Olidammara . Every reincarnation of Olidammara has their own personality, though, and Cary was well known as a traveling rogue who was as hateable as he was loveable. An incorrigible ladykiller, Cary was a menace to any town she showed up in, but was welcomed regardless because of her magical touch with instruments. As Avatar, his ability to play almost any instrument that touched his hands became legendary (as well as his ability to sleep with your wife and teach your kids swears). It is said the only instrument Cary could not play was the piccolo, although people in the know knew that her feigned incompetence was simply because of how annoying the piccolo can sound when played poorly.
Cary was not inclined to put down roots of any kind and preferred to wander, although she eventually met Bill Stoneheaver in 2504 Dawning and stuck around long enough to teach him about Olidammara's philosophies, although she concealed her identity as the Avatar of Revels. Although he would vanish for years on end, he would check in every once in a while on her student, who over the course of his long life grew into an old man. Her role as his mentor would stretch over hundreds of years and end with her requesting he find her next incarnation to deliver the Lute of Olidammara to them. Her letter to him, delivered after her death, is as follows:

“Dornik,
Using your true name so you know this shit is serious. Hoping this letter finds you (I made an educated guess). I thought I’d have a little bit more life in this old body but it turns out I really don’t. Here at this hospital everyone is pale as dust and it’s just the worst, so I’m going to die right after I manage to write this if you don’t mind (if you do, too bad— I do what I want). You’ve got my lute, which is good because I don’t trust this squirrelly little messenger not to read my mail let alone deliver an item older than this city to you. That way, a bit of me will be with you while the rest of me eats apple sauce and milk and bites people. You’ve got to find me, and give me that lute. Something tells me we’re a bit pressed for time. I might have to get creative, because a baby isn’t the best form to help save the realm in. I know just where I’m going and I’m excited not to have arthritis for a good chunk of years again. But— If I told you where I’d be, now that wouldn’t be any fun would it? The game is on, Stoneheaver. I’ll be running around barefoot until you darken our door.
Carybdis O. Beniño”

Artifacts

The Lute of Olidammara: A beaten-up, well-used lute covered in carved names of the many, many incarnations of Olidammara over the ages. Its body is painted dark blue, and two eyes are painted on its head. The eyes can appear open or closed depending on who is holding it.

Divine Classification

Incarnated Goddess

Ethnicity

Gnome

Life

2402 Dawning 2758 Dawning 356 years old

Circumstances of Death

Old age

Place of Death

Cirta

Pronouns

she/he

Eyes

Left eye is green, right is brown.

Hair

Grey

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tan

Height

4'2"

Belief/Deity

Olidammara