Covier

[Covier]

Covier
Race: Kelvic
Birth date and age : Sylarias Fall 505 6 years old

Physical Description - Standing as a human at 6'1. he often slouches to seem smaller, more hidden. Skinny, with long appendages, he weighs 175 lbs- much of it being top weight. Strong upper thighs give way to sickly skinny lower legs while chiseled arms reach extend into suspiciously small fingers. He has very dark eyes that most mistake for brown but are really a lighter black, making them hard for most to read by eye reactions. His nose is crooked in the middle and forms a sharp point of cartilage at the front. His hair will often look well kept but grows extremely quickly, becoming shaggy and long within days. He has a habit of scratching at his hair often.
As a Raven he is most comfortable. His knife built beak and long wingspan allow for protection and long flights. Most of his years have been spent in flight, leaving his legs misshapen skinny. His eye sight is nothing supernatural for his species but his greatest strength.

Character concept - Covier is always foremost on the mission his master has given him, yet only under extreme circumstances will he share the mission with any other. He is extremely observant and speaks his mind which tends to annoy the company that passes through his skies. He is curious and takes advantage of opportunity. He has witnessed much magic during his travels and feels an inner pull towards it. Being a Kelvic and so far away from home gives spark to his inner need for companionship, though he often douses these feelings with a quick flight to a flock preferring avian company to humans on most occasions. He is curious and cautious. There traits often interfere with each other. He hates being underground and indoors and has a strong hatred toward wolves.

Character history - Born near Salvias during the Fall into a breeding ring, Covier was raised in an enclosed environment with his brothers and sisters fighting to nurse from their mother. Everyday through freshly born eyes Covier watched as men came to his chained mother, sometimes feeding her, then locking a large steel door as they left her whimpering along with her newborns.
The same day the harsh winter breeze found its way through the cracks in the wall was the same day they stopped coming. She had died. Shrunk down to a third her size and died. Covier covered her with a dirty rug and turned to his family. His brothers and sisters were to young, to hungry, to cold to understand that they were dieing. All they could do was huddle together and cry. They made their way around Covier, the largest and oldest. He looked to the glass ceiling at the burning ball in the sky. He felt a distinct hatred for the world that he knew, a world over looked by the sun.
Days past and the only source of heat was the enemy Covier came to make. Covier felt the urge to chase it, to stand up on months old Kelvic feet, which were that of a teenage human, and goto the sun.
The day his sister stopped breathing he stood, so cold not even his anger at the sun warmed. He removed the metal collar from his dead mother's shrunken neck. All the frozen muscles in his arms thawed and he threw the metal at the ceiling. The glass shattered.
Snow blew in harshly mixed with falling glass giving his brother and sisters a final beauty. Corpses of different sizes, babes and near women, laid around him. At least the glass was somewhat beautiful in the two seconds it fell, just like their lives.
The fight to survive had left him long ago but still he tried to climb the walls, to stick to them somehow, and make it to the cold. To see what was out there. That would be his beauty. He slid down for the fourth time. His muscles held no strength and his head pounded, begging him to lay in the cold, to make the pain go away.
He looked toward the sun as his vision blurred. His head pounded again. His vision returned. The pain snapping him aware. He stared as something black began to cover the sun. The last thing he had was gone. With one final reach to hold on he jumped.
The sun grew closer. Covier's arms instinctively moved over and over. The cold hit him more harshly now but not in the bones. It made its way through his arms and around his body, propelling him into the air, empowering him. The sun had gone now but he kept rising higher, and higher. He felt huge, so much bigger then he had in death's grasp. He yelled out. Then he started to fall.
Stunned, no voice had escaped his mouth, but a mighty Cawing. He panicked. As he fell he threw his arms to the sides naturally and stabilized. He looked at the structure. Amazing eyesight allowed him to see his families corpses. He wasn't angry, he didn't know anger. He thought he did, what was it he felt for the sun and now because of it he flew about, taking in a whole world. What world?

Covier had spent his life in Salvias up until a great flight brought him to the doorstep of Wind's Reach

(To be edited)

Starting Package

Languages:
Fluent - Common
Basic - Nari

Skills
Harsh Weather Flight - 20 points(Starting Skill)
Herbalism - 10 points(Starting Skill)
Wilderness Survival - 10 points(Starting Skill)
Hunting- 10 (Racial bonus)
Stealth - 5 points(Starting skill)
Medicine - 5 points(Starting skill)

Lores
of Avian Species
of long distance flight

Ledger :
Housing cashed in 500 gold rimmed mizas
total
600 gold rimmed mizas

Worn brown satchel with holes in it
Worn black hooded cloak
Treaded grey boots
Grey Trousers
Waterskin
Food for a week
eating knife*
flint and steel
comb brush razor soap
Heirloom- A warn ring earring that is a shifting bracelet