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Calavel
by Calavel on October 7th, 2019, 12:30 am
Appearance
Race: Human, Svefra
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: Season of Summer, Day 60, 502 AV
Birthplace: Suvan Sea
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 155 #
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Cerulean
Gnosis: Oceanus (Laviku): 1 mark
Personality Type: Shy and Introspective on the surface. Despite being a slave during his childhood, Calavel is driven, tenacious and resourceful. His personal standards are high, and this does not go unappreciated by his captors. He has a voracious appetite for knowledge and is never without a book, usually borrowed, among his personal effects. He loves exploring ruins, both ocean and terrestrial.
General Description: His wavy, chestnut brown hair, cropped just above the ears, seems permanently gilded with salt from his years at sea. It cascades over his forehead with abandon, and would serve to hide the emotion his cerulean eyes might otherwise disclose. Unruly cowlicks seem a magnet for foreign matter, and he is seldom without a piece of kelp or shell in his hair, sporting them as though they were purposeful.
His eyebrows and lashes are sun-bleached, his nose and cheeks freckled.
His frame, well-proportioned and toned, seems at odds with his awkward gait. Whether this is a lingering remnant of adolescence or the enduring affliction of a disfigured left leg, he is desperately self-conscious about it. This may account for the countless hours he spends in the water - where froth and swell and current serve to veil an ungainly terrestrial existence. In the sea he feels fluid...feels whole.
Character Concept
Calavel was born into chaos. Abandoned at birth, he miraculously survives and finds temporary solace in the arms of a nurturing woman who bestows a great gift upon him. This consolation is short-lived, however, and he is ultimately enslaved and consigned to a loveless childhood of toil. Ironically, it is chaos that also grants him his freedom, the massive Djed Storm of 512 AV decimating his captors and facilitating his escape.
Fiercely independent despite his young age, Calavel scrapes together a meager living through coastal subsistence work, squirreling-away his earnings in favor of his dreams, and at the expense of his belly. Hunger is his constant companion. Though countless Svefra entice him to ‘join’ their respective pods - sometimes almost forcefully - he feels estranged and cannot seem to reconcile his past abandonment. He is Svefra, certainly, but feels little affinity with them. Rather, he feels ‘unfinished’ and lacking in some ineffable way…like a paragraph without punctuation.
Following an injury that leaves him lame and disfigured, he embarks on a journey of adventure and self-discovery in which his innate gifts and strengths are slowly revealed. But to realize his full potential, he must learn to love and trust again, and transmute his shame and fear into courage, as he comes to understand that great suffering often portends great reward.
Character History [Story Mode]
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Fratava
Poor Language: Pavi
Skills
Lores
Lore of Syka: Village Layout (streetplan)
Lore of Religion: Laviku
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Cutlass: Decorative handle made of bone. Engraved. Blade highly recurved, nearly forming the letter "C"
Housing
Location: Syka (5 acre parcel to be determined)
House: Casinor - moored in Syka
Ledger
Thread List
Link your current & past threads here!
Race: Human, Svefra
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: Season of Summer, Day 60, 502 AV
Birthplace: Suvan Sea
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 155 #
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Cerulean
Gnosis: Oceanus (Laviku): 1 mark
Personality Type: Shy and Introspective on the surface. Despite being a slave during his childhood, Calavel is driven, tenacious and resourceful. His personal standards are high, and this does not go unappreciated by his captors. He has a voracious appetite for knowledge and is never without a book, usually borrowed, among his personal effects. He loves exploring ruins, both ocean and terrestrial.
General Description: His wavy, chestnut brown hair, cropped just above the ears, seems permanently gilded with salt from his years at sea. It cascades over his forehead with abandon, and would serve to hide the emotion his cerulean eyes might otherwise disclose. Unruly cowlicks seem a magnet for foreign matter, and he is seldom without a piece of kelp or shell in his hair, sporting them as though they were purposeful.
His eyebrows and lashes are sun-bleached, his nose and cheeks freckled.
His frame, well-proportioned and toned, seems at odds with his awkward gait. Whether this is a lingering remnant of adolescence or the enduring affliction of a disfigured left leg, he is desperately self-conscious about it. This may account for the countless hours he spends in the water - where froth and swell and current serve to veil an ungainly terrestrial existence. In the sea he feels fluid...feels whole.
Character Concept
Calavel was born into chaos. Abandoned at birth, he miraculously survives and finds temporary solace in the arms of a nurturing woman who bestows a great gift upon him. This consolation is short-lived, however, and he is ultimately enslaved and consigned to a loveless childhood of toil. Ironically, it is chaos that also grants him his freedom, the massive Djed Storm of 512 AV decimating his captors and facilitating his escape.
Fiercely independent despite his young age, Calavel scrapes together a meager living through coastal subsistence work, squirreling-away his earnings in favor of his dreams, and at the expense of his belly. Hunger is his constant companion. Though countless Svefra entice him to ‘join’ their respective pods - sometimes almost forcefully - he feels estranged and cannot seem to reconcile his past abandonment. He is Svefra, certainly, but feels little affinity with them. Rather, he feels ‘unfinished’ and lacking in some ineffable way…like a paragraph without punctuation.
Following an injury that leaves him lame and disfigured, he embarks on a journey of adventure and self-discovery in which his innate gifts and strengths are slowly revealed. But to realize his full potential, he must learn to love and trust again, and transmute his shame and fear into courage, as he comes to understand that great suffering often portends great reward.
Character History [Story Mode]
Calavel's Story :
It was dusk, and by any standard a beautiful evening on the Suvan Sea. The last rays of the setting sun shimmered on the water, its pristine surface broken only by the occasional dolphin breaching in the distance.
The Svefra pod had, for the most part, retired below deck to decompress from the day’s work and prepare the evening fare. Their palivar, moored just off the coast of Alvadas, nodded to the horizon with each languid swell of the ocean.
Safira clung, half-submerged and white-knuckled, to the stern of the ship, shivering despite the temperate waters that enveloped her. Her companion, Avalor, swam but a short distance away - his normally fluid strokes disjointed, as he attempted to expel nervous energy - occasionally glancing in her direction with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
Safira pressed her cheek against the palivar’s cool, salt-cured planks, listening to the muffled laughter and voices below deck. Their vibrations comforted her and provided a much-needed diversion. She herself, however, wasn’t laughing.
Another pain wracked her body, and she reflexively reached down to cradle her taught abdomen, which was ripe with child. She drew her chin below the water-line to stifle a moan, a plethora of small bubbles carrying her anguish silently to the surface.
Her contractions mirrored the rhythmic swells of the sea.
At the peak of a particularly painful contraction, she sensed a welcomed pressure-release as her “waters” broke, the blood-tinged amniotic fluid mingling with the briny waters of the Suvan Sea. As it should be…
She took advantage of this brief hiatus to chew another mouthful of the rare, fluorescent yellow sea kelp that she had been consuming in large quantities since her second trimester. The weathered merchant from whom it was purchased had touted its muscle-relaxant properties, and indeed it had been effective, if not somewhat addicting. But nothing quelled her discomfort now - and for lack of any better way to vent her frustration, she spat it out and cast what remained in her hand adrift, even as she readied herself for the next contraction.
_____
Calavel was born with yellow eyes, which mirrored everything and missed nothing – certainly not the disappointment and tears that contorted his mother’s face as she first beheld him in the dying light of that fated summer evening.
Convinced that his yellow eyes were the hoax of a wayward reflection - or the delusions of a woman on the brink of exhaustion - she turned him every which way, determined that the proper angle would ‘fix’ everything.
It didn’t.
In the end, with flat emotion born out of despondent resignation, she tended to his umbilical cord while Avalor swam to shore to collect the reeds that would be required for the casting off. She held him at arm’s-length, fearful to get too close. But she watched him, unable to pry her eyes away.
And it confounded her - this child - that he bobbed and ebbed with the Sea’s own rhythms, as if he belonged.
But he did not, for he had not Laviku in his eyes.
They would dispose of him. They would forget. Life would go on…
______
The sun had set, and they welcomed the darkness. It obscured what they no longer wished to see as they mechanically toiled in the dark, completing the necessary preparations.
The tide was ebbing now and tugged at the woven basket, crafted all too quickly, by a detached father. Calavel wriggled and squirmed and babbled, seemingly oblivious to his impending exile.
And then - with the simple release of a mother’s hand - he was cast off…drifting effortlessly out to sea, as if he had never existed.
______
The days passed, and still he drifted. Still he survived. The currents drew him and threw him, but an impassive calm pervaded.
Each day his yellow eyes tracked the sun to its zenith and then watched it fall again until it dipped below the verge of his reed-woven cradle, only to greet it anew, with an innocent smile, when it rose again the following day.
But time and sun and salt slowly leeched his reserves - and he grew unwell - his furious howls culminating in the copious passage of fluorescent yellow meconium, which soiled him from head to toe.
He was at peace then, for a time.
On the morning that followed, Syna must have been surprised, indeed. For He was greeted not by eyes that mirrored His color…but by cerulean eyes, unfathomable and wise. Eyes Touched by Laviku...
Time had expelled the effects of the yellow sea kelp, inasmuch as he had been expelled by his own people…and in that moment, hope eclipsed certain death.
The dolphin pod streaked through the inlet with purpose as they headed to their summer feeding grounds. Like silver bullets, their sleek bodies breached the surface periodically, only to disappear again beneath the smooth azure waters of the Suvan Sea.
Despite their united aim to feast, they took the time to somersault and play as they traveled, randomly launching themselves away from the pod for a split second before the group’s momentum pulled them back. Their laughter echoed over the calm waters …and that faint echo brought the most fleeting of smiles to an otherwise sickly Calavel, on the brink of unconsciousness in his cast-off cradle.
…and then one dolphin - seemingly immune to the momentum of the pod - suddenly strafed away from the rest and headed northeast, its trajectory and resolve absolute.
_______
The floating reed basket might have been a mirage to the casual onlooker, because oddly, it was moving against the prevailing current that hugged the forested shoreline. Whatever the propelling force moving it upstream, it did in fact leave a small wake in its path, as it coursed toward the swamp-laden harbor of Kenash.
______
To be continued...
(this history will ultimately encompass the entire saga: from birth to His arrival is Syka)
The Svefra pod had, for the most part, retired below deck to decompress from the day’s work and prepare the evening fare. Their palivar, moored just off the coast of Alvadas, nodded to the horizon with each languid swell of the ocean.
Safira clung, half-submerged and white-knuckled, to the stern of the ship, shivering despite the temperate waters that enveloped her. Her companion, Avalor, swam but a short distance away - his normally fluid strokes disjointed, as he attempted to expel nervous energy - occasionally glancing in her direction with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
Safira pressed her cheek against the palivar’s cool, salt-cured planks, listening to the muffled laughter and voices below deck. Their vibrations comforted her and provided a much-needed diversion. She herself, however, wasn’t laughing.
Another pain wracked her body, and she reflexively reached down to cradle her taught abdomen, which was ripe with child. She drew her chin below the water-line to stifle a moan, a plethora of small bubbles carrying her anguish silently to the surface.
Her contractions mirrored the rhythmic swells of the sea.
At the peak of a particularly painful contraction, she sensed a welcomed pressure-release as her “waters” broke, the blood-tinged amniotic fluid mingling with the briny waters of the Suvan Sea. As it should be…
She took advantage of this brief hiatus to chew another mouthful of the rare, fluorescent yellow sea kelp that she had been consuming in large quantities since her second trimester. The weathered merchant from whom it was purchased had touted its muscle-relaxant properties, and indeed it had been effective, if not somewhat addicting. But nothing quelled her discomfort now - and for lack of any better way to vent her frustration, she spat it out and cast what remained in her hand adrift, even as she readied herself for the next contraction.
_____
Calavel was born with yellow eyes, which mirrored everything and missed nothing – certainly not the disappointment and tears that contorted his mother’s face as she first beheld him in the dying light of that fated summer evening.
Convinced that his yellow eyes were the hoax of a wayward reflection - or the delusions of a woman on the brink of exhaustion - she turned him every which way, determined that the proper angle would ‘fix’ everything.
It didn’t.
In the end, with flat emotion born out of despondent resignation, she tended to his umbilical cord while Avalor swam to shore to collect the reeds that would be required for the casting off. She held him at arm’s-length, fearful to get too close. But she watched him, unable to pry her eyes away.
And it confounded her - this child - that he bobbed and ebbed with the Sea’s own rhythms, as if he belonged.
But he did not, for he had not Laviku in his eyes.
They would dispose of him. They would forget. Life would go on…
______
The sun had set, and they welcomed the darkness. It obscured what they no longer wished to see as they mechanically toiled in the dark, completing the necessary preparations.
The tide was ebbing now and tugged at the woven basket, crafted all too quickly, by a detached father. Calavel wriggled and squirmed and babbled, seemingly oblivious to his impending exile.
And then - with the simple release of a mother’s hand - he was cast off…drifting effortlessly out to sea, as if he had never existed.
______
The days passed, and still he drifted. Still he survived. The currents drew him and threw him, but an impassive calm pervaded.
Each day his yellow eyes tracked the sun to its zenith and then watched it fall again until it dipped below the verge of his reed-woven cradle, only to greet it anew, with an innocent smile, when it rose again the following day.
But time and sun and salt slowly leeched his reserves - and he grew unwell - his furious howls culminating in the copious passage of fluorescent yellow meconium, which soiled him from head to toe.
He was at peace then, for a time.
On the morning that followed, Syna must have been surprised, indeed. For He was greeted not by eyes that mirrored His color…but by cerulean eyes, unfathomable and wise. Eyes Touched by Laviku...
Time had expelled the effects of the yellow sea kelp, inasmuch as he had been expelled by his own people…and in that moment, hope eclipsed certain death.
The dolphin pod streaked through the inlet with purpose as they headed to their summer feeding grounds. Like silver bullets, their sleek bodies breached the surface periodically, only to disappear again beneath the smooth azure waters of the Suvan Sea.
Despite their united aim to feast, they took the time to somersault and play as they traveled, randomly launching themselves away from the pod for a split second before the group’s momentum pulled them back. Their laughter echoed over the calm waters …and that faint echo brought the most fleeting of smiles to an otherwise sickly Calavel, on the brink of unconsciousness in his cast-off cradle.
…and then one dolphin - seemingly immune to the momentum of the pod - suddenly strafed away from the rest and headed northeast, its trajectory and resolve absolute.
_______
The floating reed basket might have been a mirage to the casual onlooker, because oddly, it was moving against the prevailing current that hugged the forested shoreline. Whatever the propelling force moving it upstream, it did in fact leave a small wake in its path, as it coursed toward the swamp-laden harbor of Kenash.
______
To be continued...
(this history will ultimately encompass the entire saga: from birth to His arrival is Syka)
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Fratava
Poor Language: Pavi
Skills
| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Skill 1: Archeology | 5 SP | 5/100 | Novice |
| Skill 2: Fishing | 5 SP | 5/100 | Novice |
| Skill 3: Foraging | 5 SP | 5/100 | Novice |
| Skill 4: Sailing | 5 SP/10 RB | 15/100 | Novice |
| Skill 5: Swimming | 15 SP | 15/100 | Novice |
| Skill 6: Weapon Skills: Cutlass | 5 SP | 5/100 | Novice |
| Skill 7: Wilderness Survival: Suvan Sea | 10 SP | 10/100 | Novice |
Lores
Lore of Syka: Village Layout (streetplan)
Lore of Religion: Laviku
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Cutlass: Decorative handle made of bone. Engraved. Blade highly recurved, nearly forming the letter "C"
Housing
Location: Syka (5 acre parcel to be determined)
House: Casinor - moored in Syka
Ledger
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Thread List
Link your current & past threads here!
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Calavel - Player
- Posts: 6
- Words: 4631
- Joined roleplay: December 29th, 2012, 7:35 pm
- Race: Human, Svefra
- Character sheet
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