AppearanceRace: I am a purebred Kelvic...
Gender: Can’t you tell by my voice and face that I’m a male?
Age: ‘Bout 18. Give or take...
Birthday: I don’t care to remember the day and month because I never knew, but the year was about 498 AV
Birthplace: In the back of a caravan...
Appearance: Well I’m a raven so… Oh. you mean my human form? Just take a hard look at me. I have jet black hair, probably due to animal color… I also decent sized mouth, well a decent size for a guy. I’ve seen mouths of all sizes and mine’s in the middle I guess. Nose size is of normal size in a normal teardrop shape including the bridge and not the nostrils. Ear shape and size well they’re…..normal as well? I mean generic would be a better word I think. My eyes droop a bit yes but that’s due to stress. Remember how red they are. The same color you’ll see should you cross me and I split you in half. My body shape is kinda generic so not much explanation there. I mean well, I have semi-muscled toned body. Nothing to caw about. Yes ladies the V-line is there but it’s not that impressive so don’t bother. Alright moving on I have a scar running from my left shoulder down to my right side. My height? Well I’m about… 6? Yeah 6 feet. My weight is about 150? Sounds right.
Character ConceptMust we talk more? Fine. oh… just likes and dislikes and stuff like that? Cool. My personality isn’t my own I’ll admit. But it became mine. I am very fond of sweets, and not just candies. I love cookies, cakes, doughs, and things like that. That part of me isn’t me, my own personality adores berries as part of my raven instincts as a human I also love apples. I detest those who believe they are better than me simply because I am Kelvic. I may be loyal but I am no slave and I shan’t be treated as one. I also hate direct confrontations. Why shed blood when words win battle much better? I used to have a bubblier side… he’s dead. I was once protective as well. He now sleeps for he has no use. I have none to protect. Now I am a recluse who couldn’t care any less of the world. Oh did I mention because of my klepto bird mind I tend to knick shiny or even helpful things? I swear I don’t mean it. It just happens. Doesn’t make me disabled it’s just bad habit. I return most things though. I currently follow three god/desses. Akajia, Yshul, and Sagallius are who I devote my life to, I mean it seems fitting for a raven to follow these gods especially when you read lores about the animal itself.
Character HistoryMy history? Can we skip this please? No? Fine… it all began with a caravan. I was born into a slave trade of Kelvics. I never knew my mother because I was bought by a wealthy family on the same day. This family raised me along their daughter who I was chosen to protect. Despite them treating me like dirt and even as a slave some days, the girl, who’s name was Malara, never did me any wrongs and over the years we eventually became bondmates. We played games together, ate sweets, and prayed to the gods. While she was raised to worship Tyveth the lord of honor, she secretly worshipped the god/desses I would eventually worship for the rest of my life. She loved to have secrets and loved to keep things she shouldn’t. I remember when she hid the family jewels for three days and made it a game. We were both raised to learn humbled skills but I would take my own dedication to learn my own skills as a protector for in my teen years I was deployed many of times to escort and protect her due to her worth in jewels. But all good things come to pass. It was a cold and rainy night. We were in danger, our small group of guards were killed. I suffered a heavy wound across my chest that Malara stitched up. She left me in a secluded area while she went for the nearest town to find help. She was ambushed… I never felt so much fear from her in my entire life. Then I felt nothing but a scarring pain that would haunt me forever. She broke the connection between us to save me from suffering a fate worse than death. Don’t get it huh? Well how about this. You can survive losing most of your limbs you know, but what if you had to live without a soul or heart? She saved me from feeling that for if we were connected… I would’ve felt the light of her soul slowly fade into nothing. When the storm passed I set out to find her despite the pain. I found her body in a pool of red soaked earth. I brought her body to her family and outcasted myself as I donned her tattered travel cloak, vowing to find whoever was responsible for killing her. Since then I’ve been traveling, learning my trades and skills to someday have my revenge.
LanguageFluent Language: Common.
Basic Language: Bird.
Poor Language: why bother barely knowing a language? You’ll learn nothing.
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Disguise | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Impersonation | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Hypnotism | 30 SP | 30 | Competent |
Unarmed Combat | 10 RB, 0 SP | 10 | Novice |
LoresHelpful Lores: (Pick 2)
Lore of Syliran Geography
Lore of Syliran Culture
Possessions1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-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: This cloak is all of what I have left from my bondmate. It was made with silk and has a large amethyst circled in gold as the bonding piece that closes the cloak, located at the neck. With the amethyst is the family symbol, a jack o’lantern. Unfortunately it is slightly tattered at the bottom. The cloak itself is lined with ornate golden thread trimming.
HousingLocation: I don’t particularly live anywhere. I tend to sleep in trees
House: Joke’s on you. I don’t have one, I’ll be taking that additional 500 GM now.
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
House cash in | +500 GM | 600 GM |
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