AppearanceRace: Ethaefel ( Previous race - Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 256
Birthday: 11th, Summer, 100AV.
Deathday: 61st, Spring, 124AV.
Fall-day: 77th, Autumn, 258AV.
Birthplace: Val fell off the coat of sunberth, however he was born initially in the castle city of syliras, before his untimely death trying to help some-one.
Appearance: In the light of day.Val'Arian has shoulder length brown hair, with a colour to it that wouldremind a carpenter of "King wood" His eyes are a ssteely gunmetal grey/blue colour, around a strong jawline clings a tight well trimmed beared. His body is at present fairly sinewy but formed well from his days in the fields tending the open air. His hight is a somewhat tall six feet but nothing too grand, His arms and chest are tanned fairly hard from the harsh work in the sun, But he doesn't mind, however occasionally his arms do look some what sunburnt. He never seems to notice though.
Under the pale glow of Leth. Under the glow of leth the most drastic thing to change about Val is the fact he grows horns, whilst they mostly sweep backwards and behind his ears tapering out behind the base of his neck they also sweet out forwards across his forehead and then back to meet up with the ones at the side of his head, his height grows drastically from a fairly tall six feet to a remarkable seven feet. His skin becomes paler and slightly more translucent, gaining a seeming glow to it. However as the season's change so do his hair and horns.
Spring: His hair begins to take colour in the form of a blue tinted silver, His horns however turn into almost solid locks of ivory, irroring the pale luminecene of leth himself.
Summer: In summer his hair is a deep silky black like a starless summer night. His horns however turn almost emerald like in thier green laying a royal decorum to his composure.
Autumn: A royal yellow tint creeps through his hair in the autmn like the leaves of the trees, his horns though seemingly groaning into a solid Amber colour, with lighter topaz like finishes at the tips.
Winter: Stunning white like a fesh fallen snow, his orns are the stark contrast a onyx black that veins with darker veins.
Character ConceptThrough Hard work, comes fulfilment. Trust is earned, kindness is not. Peace is only found through happiness. Happiness is found where hardship thrives.
Val works his hardest at any task he undertakes beliving that the only way to feel hppy and satisfied with something is to give it his all. Someties however this does mean he looses sight of the dangers a situation could present. Though many years on the soft earth of mizahar, and the hard stony mountains. It's chipped him away into the man he is now. Often quiet and soft spoken. However there is someone who denys himself what wishes for. Offering those around him the means of help rather than taking things entirely for himself. Val never looks at a situation as hopeless only as a chance to walk through the fire and come out a stronger person, physicall, mentally, and emotionally.
He's not out to make friends, nor is he out to make enemies. Those who find him, are free to think of him what they will. He'll be himself wether they like him or not, but either way he'll be happy because that's just how he is.
Character HistoryVal fell into the ocean off the coast of sunberth, as he fell the sky around him grew from blackness to just dark grey. The light of leth illuminating the path to the world below. Even as he landed plunging into the deep blackness that engulfed him once again. Leth still watched over him. Then the shock hit him, the chilling cold of the water rushing up to meet him. The frozen liquid filling his nose and mout as he ploughed to the surface, gasping for air he looked around him, the cold and the shock setting in. He hauled his body to shore. Shaking from chilled waters and blazing screaming shock he, collapsed upon the beach, stareing up at the sky he saw nothing, not his friends, not his rivls, only the pale and mournful glow of leth.
His hand stretched out towards him, his hand encircling leth, and then his fingers tried to grasp closed upon the him but nothing, the light of leth shone around his hand, a painful reminder that his time amongst those of peace had come to an end and his world had come crashing down with an abrupt thud, and a fosty wake up call. He hauled himself to the edge of the sand, after a few hours catching his breath and with a heave he hauled himself to his feet, trying to drag back even the fainted motor control his mind could manage.
"Alright, You can do this." Something in side him was telling him he could do it. He slammed his hands agains teh ground as he stood, useing a wooden beam for support as he rose. His eyes flicked abot the place Staggering into the streets he stumbled through looking half like a man who'd just walked out of a tavern in a drunken stupor. Stumblieng down the streets of sunberth he came across a pile of clothes in the street, and the sounds to "something" going on in a nalley near by, scooping the clothes off the ground small clothes, shirt, pants, belt, boots. The lot, he found a nearby alley in which to change, in his tall state the pants were just right, ahte shirt felt about right aswell however the boots felt a touch too small. heading out into the city he scratched his face and founda place out of the way to sleep for the night. If he was there, he'd be damned sure he'd stay out of trouble. At least for as long as possible.
LanguageFluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Nari
Poor Language: Tukant
Skills| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Leadership | 10RB | 10 | Novice |
| Scythe | 14 SP | 14 | Novice |
| Acrobatics | 13SP | 13 | Novice |
| Unarmed | 13SP | 13 | Novice |
| Agriculture | 10SP | 10 | Novice |
LoresHelpful Lores: (Pick 2)
The proper grip on a scythe. ( Basic holds )
Knowing how to motivate someone gently ( leadership basics.)
Possessions- Shirt, large, loose and dark green, Pants large loose and black, Boots half a size larger than needed. Belt tied to the lower notches to keep his pants up. Loose cloak.
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Bone)
-Brush (Bone)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
Scythe for both work and otherwise.
Three pouches on his belt, one filled with tobacco , one with hazelnuts, and one with mint leaves.
76 GM 4 SM 8 CM
Heirloom: A laquored wooden pipe that looks like it's seens a lot yet still holds strong.
HousingLocation: Syliras
House: A 20x20 apartment in the housing district.
Ledger| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
| Scythe | -18 GM | 82 GM |
| 2 lbs hazelnuts | -1 GM | 81 GM |
| 3 Belt pouches | -3 GM | 78 GM |
| 2 lb tobacco | -1 GM | 77 GM |
| 1/2 oz mint leaves ( replaced daily ) | 2CM | 76 GM 9 SM 8 CM |
| Hunting knife | -5 SM | 76 GM 4 SM 8 CM |
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