Delvan Farsun

[Delvan Farsun]

Delvan Farsun Name: Delvan Farsun Race: Drykas Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Young as he is, his face glows with an aura of determination and courage, or perhaps you would call that "courage" being naive of danger. His blonde neck-length hair, usually very dirty and dry caused by disregard for hygien during his hunts in the grasslands, it gives him an impression of an outsider, that is until he comes home and can afford additional comforts. A scrawny body figure of 54 kg and a height of 1.71 meters makes Delvan both fast and agile which will serve him well in his upcoming travels. As any Drykas, he wears a windmark consisting of a pattern of curved thorns printed inbetween his shoulder blades. Place of birth: Endrykas Personality: Being very calm suits him well in his profession, but he is also very naive of danger which can make him at times dash right into things he cannot handle. Not very much of a talker, he usually gets very nervous around strangers and usually masks it with being cold and silent. However, around people he is comfortable with, he can be very polite and helpful. That is if you can see through his cold facade. Character Concept: Delvan was born in the Farsun family of the Emerald clan and lived in their respective Pavilion. A very polite young lad he was, but his constant work at home made him a bit cold against strangers. His father, Feylan was a loving man and cared a great deal for everyone living in his homestead, though very open to strangers, unlike his son. Just like his father, Delvan was raised to be a hunter and Feylan always taught him the ways of a hunters life when he could spare time from upkeeping the household. As young Delvan grew older, Feylan started to bring him along on his hunts, as Delvan was yet to obtain his Strider, Feylan would let Delvan follow him on foot. This made Delvan very fast and agile as he sprinted across the grasslands to keep up. Hunting the wildlife of the plains, Delvan was always awarded with striking the final blow to the prey they found, but also the chore of carrying the prey home. Yes, Delvan was always tasked by his father to do the most hardest work, at home, on hunts, even on just local errands in the ever moving city he was tasked with running up and down, delivering messages to other pavilions. Those getting letters delivered to them would always comment: "A nice boy indeed, but very blunt and cold to strangers." At 14th of age, Delvan was noted to have a promising skill in bows and were allowed to finally go hunt on his own, aslong as he knew when the Pavilion would move and be nearby so he would not be lost in the endless, treacherous sea of grass. Hunting only rodents, rabbits and at times a Deer, as he was clearly too young to hunt predators. One day on one of his hunts, he witnessed a beautiful Strider of the Cyphrus plains, fighting off a pair of wolves. Desperate of hunger, the wolves would not give this prey up. Delvan was put on high alert. Taught to treat a Strider as one of his clan, with swift steps he ran towards the wolves, not sure what he was doing and tackled it. The wolf barely felt it due to Delvans small figure but he got the wolves attention. Delvan began to run as fast as he could, with the fierce canine predators high on his heels. They were not too far behind him, Delvan was not fast enough and he began to tire. Suddenly, he tripped on a rock concealed in the high grass. Certain that this was the end. He closed his eyes to say his prayers. To his luck, the Strider had come to his aid. It stood on it's back legs, snorted and let out a loud neigh. All of a sudden, the wolves were frightened. Probably because they knew their prey had help, though young and inexperienced, it was still aid. The fierce creatures turned about and disappeared into the night. As Delvan finally opened his eyes, noticing the wolves were gone. He could finally take time to look at the Strider. It was beautiful, it's black mane danced in the wind only to gently touch it's beige skin. Delvan had never felt this feeling before. Was it love? No, it was something so much greater beyond it. It felt like a bond had been formed between the two. Terrified but eagerly, he got up on his feet and approached the horse. As he walked forward, it's eyes were still, looking at the approaching young Drykas. With a gentle touch on it's muzzle, it gave a gentle snort at him. He felt, connected to it. As things settled down. He looked upon the Striders back and got caught in dreams of owning his own Strider. Coming as a shock to him, it turned, making Delvan face it's side. It was inviting him to ride. That was one of his happiest days in his life. -"Firemane." He said. -"You'll be mine as I'll be yours!". After that day, he recieved a windmark for being acknowledged by a strider. Very happy with finally being accepted to full extent of the clan, he continued to work hard for his pavilion, honing his skills and caring for his new friend. Firemane always followed him around when he could but knew when leave him alone. Finally after years of travelling on foot, Firemane could serve the purpose of aid him in his hunts and to further help him, he bought a Shepherd dog from a salesman, passing through Endrykas. He named her Sheina after his great grandmother who was both wise and knowing of the world outside. Sheina and Firemane had no problem cooperating during his trips. Firemane was hard to ride at first, but after many months, it all came natural to him that he finally could hunt from horseback. All this sucess kept him happy and content with his life. After two years of passing, Delvan began to come of age of maturity. He understand what it meant, he had to leave the Pavilion to find his own path in life. Upon him leaving, Feylan gave him the Dagger of Farsun. A dagger passed on through generations to those, deemed worthy hunters of the Farsun pavilion. Not able to thank him enough, he embraced his father with a final hug of farewell. Not to delay further, he mounted Delvaka and rode out into the city to begin his own journey... Skill points: Longbow: 15 Points Horse Riding: 20 (RB +10) Daggers: 5 Hunting: 10 Wilderness Survival: 10 Lores: Let out to find his own road. Bonding with a Strider. Languages Fluent: Pavi Basic: Common Poor: Inventory: *-Brown leather vest with a green sackcloth shirt underneath. (Starting Package) *-Pair of sackcloth breeches. (Starting Package) *-Green cotton cloak, showing his clans color and the Farsun symbol woven into it. (Starting Package) *-Sturdy old Longbow (Starting Package) *-Dagger of Farsun (Family Heirloom/Starting Package) *-Yvas attached with a set of large-sized bags on the sides. (Starting Package) *-1 large tent (4 person), large tarp, 100 ft of rope, flint & steel, lantern, 2 torches, bedroll, blanket, fishing tackle & hooks. *-A buckskin Strider. (Race feature) *-A waterskin *-An eating knife *-A shepherd dog. (-10 Mizas) *-Set of 60 Arrows (-6 Mizas) Economy 9 Mizas