Jett Variona

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Jett Variona

Postby Jett Variona on November 28th, 2011, 6:28 am



Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: 3rd of Fall, 488 AV
Starting City: Lhavit
Birthplace: Nyka

Appearance: Jett was once a young man full of energy and vigor, but overgiving has left him with years that are not his. His hair receded back to hug his scalp and whitened the roots. Scars that have never healed quite right litter his face like a battlefield, and most notably his left eye is nothing but a grotesque mass of flesh covering an empty socket.

His cheer has not completely abandoned him and smiles will still touch the edges of his mouth from time to time, but they are only shadows of the carefree smirks that were once his trademark.

Character Concept

Jett Variona was once a Nykan monk, through and through. He had pledged himself fully to Xannos and the Order and was once a popular member of it, despite his habits of cursing, gambling, and swearing up storms.

Inwardly he feels still bound to the order despite an assumed banishment from Nyka for abandoning his duties, and carries himself accordingly. Jett will enforce order no matter where he is or if he has the authority to do so. This habit has provided not a small amount of trouble for him.

Character History

Born and raised in Nyka, Jett Variona was much like many others around him. He was a mason's apprentice and like many others dreamed of joining the privileged order of the Monks. However, the fights he got in were normally lost due to the blind brutality that he fought with, and he was constantly outshone by the others in Xannos's quarter. It seemed to everyone that Jett would not make it into the Order. His future was masonry for sure.

Jett's uncle thought differently. An adept in the art of Earthen Reimancy and scholar from Lhavit, he saw the potential for greatness and immediately began training the boy. Jett trained relentlessly and soon he was discovering patience and virtues, learning that often it was the mind that won battles when the body could not. When his uncle had finally taught him all he could, Jett knew that it was time to cast his lot and make his attempt into the order of the Monks.

His trials were brutal and the descent into the Aperture harrowing, but in the end Jett ascended bloodied and ready to become a monk.

He was given by request a large hammer with the symbol of Xannos etched upon it and he made it his own by giving it the name of 'Agnis', after a crone of a shopkeeper he had worked for who's skill with a paddling mallet was renowned throughout the streets. For many years Jett and Agnis helped bring the Monk's thug-like peace to Nyka, and he would always remember as the happiest and most satisfying time of his life.

Unfortunately the day came where Jett would have to bid his city farewell, despite not leaving it on the best of terms. He had enrolled in a tournament, doing very well at first and coming very close to winning. His confidence provided his downfall, and he forgot the first lesson his uncle had taught him about magic. Jett pumped too much of himself into his magic and gave in to the Sweet Whisper. He lost the tournament and very nearly his life, if not for the efforts of the healers attending.

He would be forever scarred, his skin literally ripping open with the strain of expending too much power. His left eye was not able to be saved by any healer's skill and it seemed that he had aged years in a few moments. Jett became lax in his duties in his depression and pain, eventually neglecting them entirely. He then reached the decision to travel, as his uncle had done, to Lhavit in hopes of learning at their renowned schools of magic. Though leaving in secret meant he would be forever banished from Nyka, Jett Variona knew that if he were ever to become whole again he needed to learn how to cope with what he'd done.


Fluent Language: Common


Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Two-Handed Fighting (Hammer) 20 SP 2 SP 22/100 Novice
Reimancy 15 RP 3 SP 3 SP 21/100 Novice
Unarmed 10 SP 1 SP 2 SP 13/100 Novice
Masonry 10 SP 10/100 Novice
Metalsmithing 10 SP 10/100 Novice
Intimidation 3 SP 1 SP 4/100 Novice
Negotiation 1 SP 1/100 Novice
Singing 1 SP 1/100 Novice
Leadership 1 SP 1/100 Novice
Running 1 SP 1/100 Novice
Philosophy 1 SP 1/100 Novice
Wilderness Survival 1 SP 1/100 Novice


Religion: Xannos
Labor in the Quarry
Arguments Are Best Resolved With Violence
Comforting a Child
Reimancer's Craft
Saving Strength
The Vows of a Nykan Monk
The Depths of the Aperture
The Earth's Discipline
Marrow Dog Ambush
Seeing With the Ears


1 Warhammer with Hammer Insignia
1 Set of Robes with Hammer Insignia
1 Set of Clothing
-Flaxen Shirt
-Flaxen Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Flaxen Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-1 Week's Worth of Rations
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas

Heirloom: 1 Amulet Inscribed with Xannos's Symbol


Location: Lhavit

House: Homeless


Purchase Cost Total
Starting +100 GM 100 GM

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