Sivian SteelHardt
Sivian is of average height for a human, with broad shoulders and a heavy walk. Normally. he keeps his shoulder length black hair pushed back to hang over his ears, revealing his weathered face from 15 years of nomadic wandering. His distaste with cumbersome and heavy armors is contrasted by his unfortunate need for defense in the dangerous world hes been born into. He compromises and opts for wearing as much armor as he can without limiting his own movement, normally consisting of just a breastplate and grieves. It might seem that he wishes to be as combat ready as possible, and sure thats what he'll tell you; But deep down he just dislikes the way it feels to awkwardly contort his body into one of those heavy armored suits. Sivian is also commonly seen adorning himself with a cloak, wrapped about his shoulders in a way to resemble a lords tunic and covering his armor from the unsuspecting eye.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Birthday: 37, Spring, 484.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Character Concept
Sivian is a dark and gritty take on the adventurer lifestyle. He makes his money in ways he wishes he didn't have to (read below) and longs for the days before he left his home, full of regrets that keep him from returning.
Character History
Sivian was born to Drelad and Marmia in the mining town of Sunberth in the year 484. His parents were quiet, yet loving and playful. In a hardened town such as Sunberth, an upbringing like his was one to be desired. His family wasnt poor, however money was not abundant either. Sivian helped out his parents by gathering coin any way he could, which most of the time came from killing pests and hunting for the locals.
Sivian spent a considerable amount of his free time reading, though the scarcity of these books caused issue. He cared little for learning, however, he wanted to hear about heroes of old and their adventures. These legends and myths blended into a fantasy of Sivians and clouded his mind for years to come.
These delusions eventually began to conflict with the wishes of his parents. They were reasonable, and they needed help in their small hut like apartment, but Sivian spent his time fantasizing about adventure more than he did hunting. One of the city mages, Othellyn, took notice of Sivian's parental disobedience, and offered his parents a chance to correct it.
Othellyn had one bargain, he would whip the young 19 year old Sivian into shape, and as payment he would inherit Sivian as an apprentice. Othellyn honeyed his words, using the word "apprentice" as a stand-in for "servant" and Sivians parents were quick to strike the bargain.
Othellyn made quick work, finding Sivian on an evening in which his mind was deeply invested in a story of an old wanderer who walks the land and kills evil-doers. There was no kind request, nor any discussion with a bit of civility. Othellyn owned Sivian now, and he knew this. With a snap of his fingers, Sivians books ignited in a deep orange and purple flame, reducing them to ash.
Sivian had invested a significant portion of his life to gathering those books, losing out on many years of socializing and potential friends and even a wife. He didnt take lightly to seeing all the work and sacrifices he made burst into magical flame. Just as the flames erupted, so did Sivians anger. Such a sight was rare, as Sivian was slow to anger but in this moment his retribution was quick.
He struck Othellyn with a clenched fist to the temple. The mage began a wicked rage, casting some other sort of magical spell throwing Sivian into his burning books and shouting his hateful words toward the boy.
There are few forks in the road of life as important as the one Sivian was about to make. Such choices as these only come once or twice a lifetime, and Sivian made his choice. In a disgusting mix of fear and rage, the young man sprung up, grabbing his broadsword used for hunting and plunging it deep into the belly of Othellyn.
The view of confusion on the mages face slowly turned to acknowledgement of his own fate. He was a twisted man, but a smart one at that. He knew when his life was over. His eyes locked with Sivians for a moment that seemed to last for an eternity, as Sivians eyes faded from rage to fear and understanding of what he had done. At his feet laid Othellyn, bloodied and dead as all the animals he had hunted before. A sick feeling of regret began to twist his stomach into a knot, a knot that would stay for the rest of his life.
Sivian was ashamed, and scared. He didnt have time to wish a farewell to his parents. He had to be like the wanderer in his stories. He gathered what little belongings he could get into his knapsack and clung his broadsword to the first horse he could find and road off into the wilderness. He didnt dare look back, he couldnt bare to see Sunberth or face the consequences of the things he had just done.
Word of Sivian the Mage Killer circled the land quickly, legends quickly spun out of control about him in a glorious battle with Othellyn. Sivian hated these stories, but they were not without benefit. He used this title to begin his new life as a bounty hunter. Though he would stick to what he was good at, killing mages.
Language
Fluent Language: Common.
(HELPFUL HINT, Please Remove - Practiced Languages: Common)
Skills
Please list skills in alphabetical order by competency
Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Swordplay 0 0 Novice
Hunting 0 0 Novice
Cooking 0 0 Novice
Lores
Lore of Sunberth Street Layout
Lore of Sunberth Culture
Lore of The Daggerhand
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Broadsword
Housing
Location: Nomadic
House: Keeps a tent in his sack and lives by the land.
Ledger
Purchase Cost Total
Starting +100 GM 100 GM
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