Avrim

[Avrim]

Avrim Appearance Race: Inarta Caste: Chiet Gender: male Age: 20 Birthday: 16 Winter, 492 Birthplace: Wind Reach Appearance: Height: 5’8”, Build: muscular/fit , Hair: strawberry-blonde , Eyes: green , complexion: fair Character Concept Avrim is fairly typical for his race, being an energetic, passionate, hotheaded young male Inarta. He is vocal in his opinions, and not likely to back down when called on them, which has earned him more than a few bops to the snooter, or eye, or a thump to the ribs…or a very few times a really sound thrashing, always by someone who either has the leg up on him in class or skill. It hasn’t taught him to shut up though. He is very passionate about just about everything, either with intense dislikes against or profound love of – and there is nothing he loves more than the regal birds he tends, trains, and hunts with. He has quite the special bond with the falcons of the Wind Reach mews, and is never quite as happy as when fooling around with them in one way or another – though he takes it all quite seriously and is not rash or immature with the birds. He also, like most Inarta, is quite passionate about another kind of fooling around, the type that involves his fellow humans (for the most part, with the occasional Kelvic or mixed race thrown in). As with the other aspects of his life, he seems to enjoy confrontation and even the occasional knock down brawl as a prelude to something more intimate than being used to wipe up the floor of the bar – although sometimes the expectation of the former being something akin to foreplay for the latter only ends up with Avrim sprawled on said floor and nursing an aching head. Poor boy. Character History Avrim has always been a lively, bold, loud person, and his infancy, toddler years and early childhood were no different. Born of a Chiet mother and an Avora father, he had the dubious luxury of being raised by his parents, along with the one young sibling he had, a brother, Edren. He was a wild little thing – basically a brat who was into everything and cheeky as a little monkey. His father was highly intolerant of this kind of obnoxious behavior, and used a strong hand to remind Avrim that he wasn’t amused, whenever he could catch a hold of his little son. But with his father often being away for long stretches – for he was a hunter by trade and skill – Avrim ran fairly roughshod over his far meeker female parent. It was always Avrim’s childish dream to become a hunter like his dad, and he played with a toy bow and tracked chipmunks and rats through the caves. But even at an early age, he had a definite tie to the birds of Mt. Skyinarta, being always accompanied by one or two song birds, and often a crow, a raven, or even a small hawk from time to time. He seemed to attract his feathered companions and began developing a sort of communication with them. But he still had his heart and mind set on being a hunter. When he was eight, he went off to join the Yasi and begin his formal education and training. Though he had it in his stubborn head that he would one day be apprenticed to his father, fate had another plan for him. His father was killed in a hunting accident when he was ten, and by this time, his “bird sense” was growing sharper with every passing season. It seemed too that handling the birds – and learning from them – was about the only thing that held the boy’s rambunctious nature in check. When he was eleven, he was chosen by a master falconer to come work and train and practically live at the mews. His dream of being a regular hunter died along with his father, and the offer to work every day with the falcons thrilled him. he threw himself into it all with as great a passion as he approached anything that he loved deeply. Seasons passed and each year his skills with taking care of the birds and training them – and being trained by them – and hunting with them, just kept growing. Of course, like most of the Yasi, Avrim also gave some thought to the great Wind Eagles, and becoming an eagle rider. He loved to hang out around the eeries, and a few times made some effort to trying to get a fledgling’s attention. But in truth, the smaller birds called to him more, and once he reached his mid-teens, he had decided that he didn’t care to become an Endal (or at least that’s what he told himself). By this time, too, he was frequently getting into fights and learning to brawl with a bit better chance of prevailing – though in truth he’d been a cantankerous, aggressive guy since his earliest years. His mouth often landed him in such altercations, but you’d almost think he kind of enjoys being trashed. Now he is twenty and hopefully on the cusp of leaving his apprenticeship behind and become a fully fledged falconer, as long as he doesn’t mouth off finally to the wrong person and get thrown off the volcano, or, alternatively, fall off of it while he’s out dinking around with his birds. Language Fluent Language: Nari Basic Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Falconry 10 RB 10 SP 20 Novice Hunting 20 SP 20 Novice Birdkeeping 10 SP 10 Novice Brawling 10 SP 10 Novice Lores Lore of Wind Reach Geography Lore of History of Wind Eagles Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Bryda -Simple Sontav -Simple Undergarments -Simple Katinu -Leather ankle 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 Pinions Heirloom: Housing Location: Wind Reach House: Darniva Commonrooms Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Pinions 100 Pinions Thread List