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Race: Ethaefal (Son of Leth)
Sex: Male
Occupation: Warrior
Age: 414 Years Old
Descent date: 55th of Winter, 100 A.V.
Descent place: Shore of Suvan Sea (Near present day Syliras)
Height: Human: 6’4”/Ethaefal: 6’8”
Weight: Human: 200 Ibs/Ethaefal: 225 Ibs
Religion: Leth above all. Syna, Caiyha, Dira, Makutsi are casually worshipped.
Fluent Language: Common (Archaic Accent)
Poor Language: Tukant
Basic Language: Pavi
Sex: Male
Occupation: Warrior
Age: 414 Years Old
Descent date: 55th of Winter, 100 A.V.
Descent place: Shore of Suvan Sea (Near present day Syliras)
Height: Human: 6’4”/Ethaefal: 6’8”
Weight: Human: 200 Ibs/Ethaefal: 225 Ibs
Religion: Leth above all. Syna, Caiyha, Dira, Makutsi are casually worshipped.
Fluent Language: Common (Archaic Accent)
Poor Language: Tukant
Basic Language: Pavi
Mundane Visage
Eyes the color of the stormy green sea to which he first descended, his gaze is intense with the promise of faded memories. Sorrow, joy, pain, mourning are all there, hidden in the privacy of thought, but hinted at with the set of a face too smooth for his time amongst the living. But such curses are the burden of such as he. To watch and wait, but never to seek the release. A nearly peerless face is marred only by the thin scar under the left eye, a lesson taught in earnest by a swordsman far superior to himself. That man only exists in memory, and that memory probably only within this mind.
To speak to him is not to know the workings of mind or soul, for he stopped giving such information freely long ago. Polite, but not overly inquisitive, he has become particular about his manners amongst the youth and unacquainted. Though often masked in a somber reverie he is no stranger to a smile and a laugh. Adversely he is far too familiar with sorrow. Both his faces bear the subtle trails of both tears and laughter.
To speak to him is not to know the workings of mind or soul, for he stopped giving such information freely long ago. Polite, but not overly inquisitive, he has become particular about his manners amongst the youth and unacquainted. Though often masked in a somber reverie he is no stranger to a smile and a laugh. Adversely he is far too familiar with sorrow. Both his faces bear the subtle trails of both tears and laughter.
Ethaefal Visage
Ethaefal: His face hints at the very base of divine intention in it’s design, as is the eerie beauty of his race. Horns curl from his crown, flanking his temples as only the Descended are graced with. Yellow in autumn, black in winter, white in spring, and pale green in summer. They serve as a constant reminder to he and those around him that once, he graced the court of the divine, but no longer. Such a time was ages passed, but the hope of a prodigal return fueled the fires within his ancient heart.
Personality
With so heavy a burden of memories, the past tugs like so many ethereal chains, one is bound to pick up quirks. Archaic habits long forgotten or else from a far away land set him apart from the more mortal peers. He values an ethical code crafted both by his own experiences and the constant weathering of time. And he harbors a hate within that will never be extinguished towards the dark plague of the skies, Zith. Living so long amongst such a variety of peoples and cultures has made him expansively accepting of other races and walks of life however, and he can befriend almost anyone.
His self perceived wisdom is an insurmountable chasm for some, whilst others draw comfort from it. Always when observing emotional turmoil, being so familiar with it himself, he will provide guidance whether it is wanted or warranted. Some see his straight forward manner and base of centuries of experience as an overbearing ego, though this is not exactly true. Though it can be overbearing, it is more a product of time spent on Mizahar and empathetic caring rather than self importance. He knows the path back to his long lost home does not concern his own self-image.
His self perceived wisdom is an insurmountable chasm for some, whilst others draw comfort from it. Always when observing emotional turmoil, being so familiar with it himself, he will provide guidance whether it is wanted or warranted. Some see his straight forward manner and base of centuries of experience as an overbearing ego, though this is not exactly true. Though it can be overbearing, it is more a product of time spent on Mizahar and empathetic caring rather than self importance. He knows the path back to his long lost home does not concern his own self-image.
Mannerisms
- Will often be lost socially, confused about cultural or timeline norms.
- Will grab the shoulder instead of the hand when greeting in a dated fashion.
- Uses words or phrases that have long since died out.
- Falls into silent, brooding reveries
- Assumes people are followers of Leth & Syna.
Character History
100A.V.-160A.V.
In Sylira near present-day Syliras.
Before a city standing boldly upon the shores of the Suvan Sea, there was simply the shore. Much like any other seaside bank, this one was graced with the rhythmic cadence of waves and a gentle whisper of the Suvan whisking her water back to the deep at the coming of low tide. This place, not the high stone fortress that stands there presently, is what he looks back upon with fondness. A simple beach and a simple song.
His descent is a blur of hazed memory too traumatic to be searched for with mind or soul. He remembers instead the softness of sand and the caress of the water upon his naked toes. He remembers the awkward heralding of seaside fowl and the itch of sandiness as he struggled to walk. Leth rose and fell three times before he moved from the beach, so strong was his sorrow. But eventually he was overcome with that need that all men are pulled by. Companionship.
He found it in a fellowship of hardened hunters who traced with pride their existence back a hundred years to survivors of that cataclysmic clash that broke the world, the Valterrain. Shelter was given to the young Ethaefal, though never was it free. He was tasked with helping to find food, often spending a few hours a day foraging for seed or berry. It was a good, simple life. But he knew it was not what he was meant for. There had been more before, he had been more. And he tired of watching his friends wither and die. Little did he know that was a universal curse that was barred by neither man nor place.
Eventually in his wide travels amongst the nomadic group he heard whispers of a city born to those like he. Personages of great influence who had been brought to Mizahar like a falling star into the water… He could not resist the promise of fellowship. Theophates made his way the Lhavit for the first time.
Before a city standing boldly upon the shores of the Suvan Sea, there was simply the shore. Much like any other seaside bank, this one was graced with the rhythmic cadence of waves and a gentle whisper of the Suvan whisking her water back to the deep at the coming of low tide. This place, not the high stone fortress that stands there presently, is what he looks back upon with fondness. A simple beach and a simple song.
His descent is a blur of hazed memory too traumatic to be searched for with mind or soul. He remembers instead the softness of sand and the caress of the water upon his naked toes. He remembers the awkward heralding of seaside fowl and the itch of sandiness as he struggled to walk. Leth rose and fell three times before he moved from the beach, so strong was his sorrow. But eventually he was overcome with that need that all men are pulled by. Companionship.
He found it in a fellowship of hardened hunters who traced with pride their existence back a hundred years to survivors of that cataclysmic clash that broke the world, the Valterrain. Shelter was given to the young Ethaefal, though never was it free. He was tasked with helping to find food, often spending a few hours a day foraging for seed or berry. It was a good, simple life. But he knew it was not what he was meant for. There had been more before, he had been more. And he tired of watching his friends wither and die. Little did he know that was a universal curse that was barred by neither man nor place.
Eventually in his wide travels amongst the nomadic group he heard whispers of a city born to those like he. Personages of great influence who had been brought to Mizahar like a falling star into the water… He could not resist the promise of fellowship. Theophates made his way the Lhavit for the first time.
160A.V.-240A.V.
Lhavit WIP
240A.V.-290A.V.
The Spires WIP
290A.V.-320A.V.
Syliras WIP
320A.V.-350A.V.
Lhavit WIP
350A.V.-400A.V.
Riverfall WIP
400A.V.-420A.V.
Sylira Region WIP
420A.V.-514A.V.
Riverfall WIP
Skills
| Skill | Total | EXP | Proficiency |
| Weapon: Greatsword | 25 | 25 SP | Novice |
| Shielding | 25 | 25 SP | Novice |
| Astrology | 10 | 10 RB | Novice |
Lores
Combat
Geographic
Riverfall Layout
Magic
Social
Religion
Religion: Leth
Possessions
| Item | Desc. | Acquired |
| Back & Breast | Plate Armor | Creation |
| Leather Armor | Jerkin, thick gloves, spauldrons | Creation |
| Simple Shirt | Linen | Creation |
| Simple Pants | Woolen | Creation |
| Simple Undergarments | Linen | Creation |
| Simple Cloak | White, hooded | Creation |
| Simple Boots | Leather | Creation |
| Waterskin | Leather | Creation |
| Pack | N/A | Creation |
| Comb | Bone | Creation |
| Brush | Bone | Creation |
| Soap | N/A | Creation |
| Razor | N/A | Creation |
| Flint & Steel | N/A | Creation |
Heirloom
Kasai: A mammoth sized great sword with a simple leather grip and no frivolous adornments. Elegant but unmistakably made for utility, the blade bears only the word "Kasai" etched near the base. The Nader-canoch word means hope. The blade was given to Theophates by an old friend and is his most valued possession. He has worn it for centuries.
Ledger
| Purchase | Cost | Total | Timestamp |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM | d/s/y |
| Back & Breast | 50 GM | 50 GM | Creation |
| Leather, Armor | 10 GM | 40 GM | Creation |
Housing
20x20 Room in the Cora Apartments (pending ST review)
Thread List
Winter 514
| Name | Day | Members | Status |
| Of the Sun and Moon | 4th | Theo, Yra | Active |
Flashbacks
| Name | Day | Members | Status |
| Problem of a Moment | 27, Spring, 403 AV | Theo | Active |
