AppearanceSibrion {shy-bear-ie-an}
Race: Human / Drykas Gender: Male Age: 36 Birthday: 6th day of Autumn, 478 AV. Birthplace: Endrykas Appearance: Sibrion Bladerush is 6'2" tall with a slender build. His thick, straight blonde hair reaches all the way to his butt. He has a tanned skin that is covered with windmarks on his chest, arms and shoulders. Upon seeing him, you'd immediately notice the remarkable difference in shades of his left and right eye, because he cannot see with his left eye.
Sibrion fingers' are slender, like a person who plays the piano, and his hands are small compared to his body. He isn't very mascular, which makes him actually look a lot taller and clumsier than he in fact is. His pants are simple dark jeans and he wears a blue t-shirt that matches the color of his right eye.
Character Concept
Sibrion is an observator. Pulled back in a corner, he likes to watch people and their behaviour. It fascinates him. He's not a chatter and if he's quiet for a long time, then it's possible that he's trying to get a grip on the situation or possibly just dreaming away.
He's doesn't have the education from books, but from experience. Handling his sword, or how to act around different races. He likes to learn his different skills in the field and certainly doesn't have the patience to read a fat book. However, Sibrion is a great fan of story telling. He believes that hearing stories from around the world helps you to sharpen your own view of things. That's why Sibrion is not a man of prejudices, first he'll try and find out what could possible cause the chosen actions of the other person.
Despite the fact that he's not chatty, he's not hard to talk to. However, Sibrion doesn't form close bonds with people unless they've proven their absolute loyalty to him. The strongest bond he has is and will always be with his horse.
He's not pessimistic, but rather realistic. He always sees it the way it is, but when telling people the bad side of things he always encourages them. He's not the most bravest of people, and his weakness is having a lot of regret of things he's done in the past.
Character History Born in the well-known Amethyst Clan in Endrykas, Sibrion grew up with his parents’ wisdom of the surroundings around him. His mother, quite frankly the most paranoid person you could possibly meet, warned him for all the hidden dangers of the grasslands as his father taught him to navigate throughout them.
It was because of his family that he developed into a shy boy who refused to speak his mind. He was always remarkably anxious for a member of Drykas, and many members of his clan feared that he’d not ever find a Strider to be at his side.
From young age on, he learned to be kind with the horses and to respect them. It was his love for horses that gave him a place in his society, along with a little amount of hunting which his father taught him.
He remembered that his father returned after months of travel when he almost turned twelve, and from that moment on Sibrion dreamed of following into his footsteps. He imagined stories of great heroic deeds with his very own Strider. However, in his clan these stories were only approved at campfire and at those times he kept quiet because of his fear of being laughed at.
So when the little boy grew up to be a man at the age of 16, though still uncomfortable in strange settings, he was very surprised to receive the sword that was once his father’s. To him, it was the proof that his father trusted him to be as brave as he was. To him, it was proof he wasn’t a coward. Shortly after, his mother took him on a small walk through the grasslands. A young Strider caught her attention, made her inattentive for only the slightest of time. Sibrion could only just make out the snake-like creature that launched at her neck. He could feel the muscles in his arms stretch as he clumsily slashed his birthday present through the air to kill of the beast.
The Strider stopped in his gallop, turned to watch as the head fell to the ground. For the boy’s mother, it had been seconds too late. Sibrion kneeled next to her as she sank to the ground, her hands covering the wound that would soon cause her death.
His mother never made it back, but the Strider was surprised by the young man’s sudden act of courage and chose to stay by his side forever.
The Strider
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Language
Fluent Language: Pavi Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Tukant
Skills
Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency | Riding | 20 SP + 10 RB | 30 | Competent | Horsemanship | 15 SP | 15 | Novice | Observation | 10 SP | 10 | Novice | Hunting | 5 SP | 5 | Novice |
Lores
Helpful Lores: Lore of Sea of Grass Geography Lore of the Importance of the Strider
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing (Colorful) -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Broad Sword, his father gave it to him when he was 16. It had once been his grandfather's and so on.
Housing
Location: Riverfall
House: 1 large tent (4 person) 1 large tarp 100 ft of rope 1 lantern 2 torches 1 bedroll 1 blanket 1 set of fishing tackle & hooks 1 bonded Strider 1 Yvas 1 large set of Yvas bags
Ledger
Purchase | Cost | Total | Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
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