Traeven Merovingian

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Traeven Merovingian Physical Information Race: Nuit Birthday & Age: 55th Day of Summer, 464 AV (45 years old only 2 as a Nuit) Gender: Male Physical Description Traeven's current body is of a black haired young man in his early twenties, and is quite fresh, enough so that it's reflexes have been barely affected by the Nuit's presence. Still youthful, the body possesses boyishly good looks and an easy, friendly, disarming smile, which makes it diffcult for others not to trust him - specially when paired with his odd eyes. Through the use of magic and the near constant flow of djed through Traeven's eyes, the pupils have become an entrancing orange, bordered with a distinct ring of black. He is pale as a slip of paper, as are all of the undead race, with dark bruises around his eyes, along with the bags, which give his face a rather haunted appearance. His hands are deceptively delicate, looking much like a pianist's or a surgeon's. A wide bruise of clotted purple and yellow rings his throat, and he does not make any effort to hide it. Black thread stitching marks several sutures on the body, the largest of which is on his stomach, marking the areas he has stuffed himself with preserving hers and spices, or where he has removed organs to replace with more perservatives. An ugly burn wound marks one of the sigils of Uldr upon his left shoulder; while certainly not a gnosis mark, Traeven inflicts this on all of his host bodies as tribute to the being he occassionally refers to as "father". Because of the perservatives Traven has lined his body with, he has a sweet, though slightly medical, chemical smell to him. Character Concept At first, Traeven presents himself as most other new Nuit do; a pleasant, friendly conversationalist, looking for rhyme and reason in a very strange unlife. He will rush to cater to the whims of others, and is eager to help, especially if it should help him to bring him closer to a purpose. Due to the pleasant smile that always reaches his strange eyes, almost everyone falls for the act, setting them at the mercy of the true Traeven Merovingian. Having long since detached himself, spiritually and mentally, from the human race, Traeven has a distaste for others and is always disgusted by the mannerisms, voices, and looks of others. He has rarely ever had a compliment to pay anyone, and is a spiteful, evil hearted man, who cares only for himself. He delights in causing pain, strife, misery, and guilt in others, making him extremely dangerous as a hypnotist. He would not be so, however, had he not spent so much studying the complexities of the "heart" - that is to say, the feelings of love, of hate, of sadness and the like, that all people feel, save for the Cult of Ano, who he gives a passing respect to. He first gained an interest in the workings of the minds of others when his clientele would began to complain on and on about their life, their partner, their job. It has now been turned into a tool which he gladly uses to toy with others. Traeven is driven by one wretched obsession; finding the perfect body. He has already cycled through three host bodies, his original included, discarding them on a whim for a newer one, always either closer to his ideal, or possessing several qualities enough to make it passable. Traeven refuses to transfer to a body if it has passed away through natural causes or sickness; much like a hunter, he takes only what he kills. When he spots a new candidate, he will stalk them for a protracted amount of time, always injecting himself into their life in one way or another, always to get close enough to study his new host in close. If the body isn't what it seems, or the person inhabiting the candidate spoils it for him, he will unflinchingly kill them out of malice. A masochist on top of a sadist, Traeven has on several occassions stated that he misses the old feeling of pain; becoming a Nuit has changed things dramatically for him. Out of boredom or nostalgia, he will brand or operate on his host bodies, just to try and imagine what the agony would feel like. Unlike many Nuit, who feel a grudging obligation to do so, Traeven happily worships Uldr, paying tribute to the god simply by being a blight upon the living. Just as important to him is his worship of Sagallius Hrinn, who has become something of an idol to the Nuit. Upon killing another mark, failed candidate, or passing fancy, he will cut out their hearts in tribute and reference to the self made god taking the heart of Aquiras. Character History Unlike many Nuit, Traevan Merovingian has little trouble remembering his life before the ritual. While certain things are indeed fuzzy, such as his childhood and teenage years, one of his first memories are of him in his twenties, when discovering his talent for hypnosis. His wife had just left him for a Syliran Knight, and wallowing in a deep depression, Traeven had "meditated for some time before a mirror, viciously and harshly criticizing his own flaws. Days passed, without sleep; the time was hard upon him, as he had no vice to turn to to drown himself in. But, ever so slowly, his muttering, bitter tone lost its meaning, its significance...and he became lost in the strange, amber luminescence glowing in his eyes. Fascinated by the phenomenon, he began researching magic, ignoring the glares and harsh advice given by mages and commoners alike against it. Traeven spent most of his life working in Syliras as a a barber. He was not the most skilled, but he was surely one of the most favored and charismatic man in his district, and he had many customers, from farmers travelling from the country to wealthy landowners. While he always presented himself as a friendly ear to his clientele, Traeven secretly delighted in the misfortunes they divulged upon him, and he studied their mannerisms for years, becoming sickened and alienated from his fellow man as the months, and eventually decades passed. Word of the barber's quick shaves, clean cuts, and polite, friendly behavior grew, until he was beginning to see even Syliran Knights visiting his barbershop. Not long afterward, he was approached by sleeper agents of the city of Ravok about his new, interesting customers. While completely disinterested by their promises of grace, power, and gifts from their god, Rhysol, he was drawn in by the hefty amount of mizas they were offering to pay him. Traeven began to use his skill in hypnotism on his customers, weaning information from them as he groomed them. His sudden, constant use of magic began to unbalance the man, pushing him further towards the edge he had already been approaching. Purchasing dark clothes and a blade, the barber began to wander the streets at night, finding prostitutes and raping them before butchering them with glee. However, his abilities made him sloppy and arrogant, and when gloating to a knight who was not quite under his sway, he was found out. Ensured a long, protracted sentence and execution, his Ravok benefactors vanished as though they had never been there. By this point, Traeven was clearly suffering from overgiving, bleeding from his eyes from time to time, struggling to seperate truth from fiction, trying to article his delusions. Rushing now that the executioner's axe hung over his head, the barber made a housecall to a fairly well off woman with dead eyes, pale skin, and otherworldly beauty. Traeven was planning to die long before the knights came back with the manacles for him. The woman was a nuit, her appearance having given her away to him, as well as the black tongue which she'd shown when laughing. The body she was in at the moment, was not the same as the ones in which she'd walked into his shop in, but it looked close enough to the untrained eye. Charming her with both his own words and hypnotism, Traeven convinced her to perform the Daek-nuit on him. When she was finished, he began an unlife-long radition with her; spent, he discarded her like a scrap of paper. At once, he began to search the city for a new body, and finding a young man suitable enough for his needs, Traeven lured him back top his barbershop and strangled him to death with a rope, performing the body switch in the last hours of the night. Though completely exhausted, Traeven took his blade to his corpse, slitting its throat, then set about destroying his shop, scattering scissors and combs and bottles of perfume and cologne, shattering mirrors and windows. The knights fell for the ruse, as he'd expected them too, and paranoid already, the newly born Nuit began searching for yet another new host in haste. This time, he found the body of a dark haired girl, no older than perhaps ten, outside of an orphanage, waiting to be taken to the mortician to be tended to. Switching to this new body, as the child, Traeven returned into the orphanage, frightening the other children, and baffling the staff, primarily the doctor, who had examined the body himself, and declared her dead. In his disguise, he tolerated the institution, taking a measure of delight when the mistress of the orphanage drank a dose of lethal poison, wracked with guilt from nearly having one of her charges buried alive. After a few months of restless existence, occassionally poisoning one or two children as time passed slowly for his own amusement, a couple came to the orphanage, looking to adopt. The man himself was no more than perhaps twenty three, and had recently lost his parents to a wasting disease, leaving him with a full coffer and land to be responsible for. Neurotic and easily frightened, the man wanted to start a family immediately after his own's passing, but was terrified of sleeping with his wife at the moment, worried to catch the same disease that had killed his mother and father. His wife, an attentive, devoted thing, suggested adoption. They left later that day with the dark haired little girl who had been thought once dead. Traeven immediately began to make the man's life even more miserable than before with subtle pushes of Hypnotism, acting cold and indifferent to the attention and love the young couple tried to shower the child with. This was not so simple as twisting and killing for his own entertainment; Traeven coveted the young man's body for a new host. In time, he even managed to kill the man's wife by pushing her off a tall building that was a part of their property. Now wracked with guilt and pain from the loss, and the dismissive attitude of his adoptive child, the young man fell into a spiralling depression. Traeven eagerly attacked, forcing emotional responses in the man's mind until one morning, the child found him hanging from the ceiling of his studym, dangling from the neck by a rope like some grisly fleshy fruit, ripe for the picking. After cutting the new body down with some difficulty, Traeven eagerly switched hosts, though found himself dissapointed; it was still quite the same as ever. The nuit wanted more, far more, a perhaps unreachable, loofty ideal of the perfect host...

[Traeven]

Training Magic +Hypnotism 15/100 Skills +Embalming 10/100 +Swordsmanship 15/100 +Rhetoric 10/100 +Poison 10/100 Lore +Lore of Uldr +Lore of Poisonous Potential Ingredients Around the Sylira Region

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Equipment and Possessions Wardrobe -Day • 1 Set of Clothing: One black vest with faux silver buttons, one white, long sleeved shirt, one pair of black cotton slacks, one pair of black leather shoes, one black wool peacoat. • 1 Spare change (Shoes, vest, shirt, pants, same color as above) -Night • 1 Black Leather Facemask • 1 Suit of Night Leather • 1 pair of Black Leather Gloves • 1 Black Cotton Cloak (Rather ragged) Weaponry • 1 Gladius • 1 Scabbard, with Secret Container • 1 Death-Head Stick • 1 Utility Bracer, Fitted with Blade Spring Poisons and Accessories • 1 Tiny Bag of Phantom's Shell (4 Doses) • 1 Tiny Jar of Lazy Gel (4 Doses) • 1 Tiny Vial of Darkling Tongue (4 Doses) • 2 Tiny Vials of Lost Tongue (8 Doses) • 1 Portable Poisoncrafting Kit Jewelry • 3 Simple Silver Rings • 1 Concealing Ring • 1 Signet Ring ("Family Heirloom") Lodgings • Room at a Common Inn for a Season

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Ledger Current: 126 gold mizas, 3 silver mizas 600 gold mizas (Starting money + Home Exchange) - 474 gm, 7 sm (Money spent on Starting Package) Thread List N/A