Luvadros Orthilia

[Luvadros Orthilia]

Luvadros Orthilia Race: Symenestra Age: 23 Birthday: Winter 26, 488 AV

[Luvadros Orthilia]

Physical Description Height: 5' 10” / 1.78 m Weight: 135 lbs / 61.23 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Violet Slender and pale as all of his people, Luvadros holds slightly more color in his lips than elsewhere in his ashen complexion. Still, between the greyish skin and jet black hair, what most foreign glances would be drawn to are the eyes, dual wells of violet vibrance in his otherwise largely colorless features. Of course, when surrounded by others of his ilk, very little about the man would make him stand out at all, of generally middling height and possessing no noteworthy physique. Reasonably handsome as Symenestra go, his features are not particularly more chiseled than the norm, but they are well proportioned. Oddly enough, the greatest detriment to his visage is the expression that typically adorns it. Luvadros scowls a great deal, to the point where his neutral face can appear quite disapproving. This lightens a bit when he is deeply engrossed in something and too focused on his work to remember to glare at people, leaving him at his most handsome when he isn't paying attention. In part due to his chosen profession, personal hygiene is paramount to the young Widow—a term he detests even while finding it apt and well-earned by most of his kin—and he is invariably well groomed. Keeping his dark hair relatively short, he meticulously parts it and keeps it combed back and out of his face. Of course there are times when he can't help but grow a little disheveled, but retreating to some private place and addressing the issue finds itself high on his priorities when this occurs. Along with this cleanliness and hair care, his nails are sharp and immaculately polished, those on his fingers and toes left long and appearing almost as rounded shards of obsidian. Though dressing in the common manner of wrapping himself with care in silken bands before donning the lightly protective exoskeleton to guard at least his torso and organs, he's never found the armor to his liking stylistically and tends to wear a slim fitting coat over the top. This allows him the practicality of the armor while still presenting the elegant appearance of dressing in well tailored silk. At times he forgoes the shell completely, but only when he plans on having a leisurely day with no interaction between himself and any non-Symenestra. Personality Arrogant and stubborn, these two qualities make up no small portion of Luvadros' character. While something of a boon when it comes to achieving his goals in his field, they've left him a bit lacking in the field of social graces. Though by no means churlish and inarticulate, it seems inevitable that eventually he will begin expressing unkind judgments on those he speaks with, with subtle snark at first, but more blatantly as his patience wanes. Despite his absolute drive to heal his people, if it's motivated by any sort of compassion he keeps it deeply buried. This is not to say he is without conviction or any ethical foundation. The young surgeon will work himself past the breaking point to keep his people as a whole or any individual Symenestra from death. It is in the execution that he gives all appearance of cold indifference, putting forth the veneer that he works for his own self worth more than any true concern for his patients. The most notable potential exception is when dealing with a pregnant Symenestra. A rather vocal Esterian himself, nothing stirs passion in him like trying to keep a young mother alive through her child's birth. This more than anything drives him forward, his ultimate goal finding a way to let his people reproduce safely again without the need for surrogates. Despite the care he provides his natural weapons, this is purely for appearance and a matter of principal. Physical violence and those that resort to it are two things for which Luvadros has no respect, and while he's perpetually ready to slash with his tongue, neither his claws or teeth are ever used for assault. This can get him in trouble as he is more than willing to provoke others that annoy him and has little means to defend himself should they not share his detestation for inflicting physical harm.

[Luvadros Orthilia]

History The second son sired by a second son, this may have forged some special bond between the two males had Luvadros' birth not heralded the death of his father's wife. No prior history existed in the Orthilia web of Esterian tendencies, and indeed Luvadros' elder brother and sister were born of surrogates. Some desire within his mother—some insanity, his father would later say—grew until she finally insisted upon carrying their last child herself. Though this caused a great deal of tension and many arguments, eventually she got her way. Sadly, heartfelt as the attempts to prematurely extract the fetus were, she did not survive. To say that his father held no love for or blamed him would be inaccurate. Luvadros was cared for no less than his older siblings by the rest of the web and not exactly ignored by his sire. There was, however, always a predominant note of sorrow in any interactions the two shared, something the son picked up on at a young age, though he did not then understand it. By the time adolescence had been reached, despite finally comprehending on some level the reason for his father's distance, the whole thing had become tiresome. In an immature bid for attention and also perhaps some clumsy attempt to latch onto the mother he'd killed, he began speaking regularly and loudly about the Esterian movement and how they had the right idea. This worked in the sense that it caused a great deal of strain between not only he and his father, but in his relationships with the rest of the web as well. Never had it been a popular idea within the web, made even less so by the devastation caused by his mother's final decision. This backlash, however, only drove the stubborn boy more deeply into his budding beliefs, and as he grasped for justifications to shove toward his family, the idea began to develop that he would not be who he was were he born to a surrogate, so in a very real way his mother had died so that he, specifically, could live. Not just so a son would be born, but to create him as he was. This concept gradually became a fixation. He wouldn't look the same, mightn't be as intelligent, mightn't have the knack for medicine he'd already started to show if she hadn't chosen what she had. This added to the strange sort of attachment he felt to his absentee mother in lieu of his reclusive father, and more and more he grew convinced that he had to find some way to make her sacrifice meaningful. As he grew past fifteen and left the primary schooling to instead take private lessons, his focus on the medicine field began to narrow. So thin was their population, learning how best to deliver newborns was a popular and valued field of study, but the subset of those lessons he focused on most was closer to home, deliveries where the mother herself was Symenestra. Rarely has he gotten to actually perform any, but the knowledge is there along with the desire. Convinced at first that he could eventually devise a way to medically treat Symenestra mothers or their unborn children in some way to keep both alive, he has recently begun to look into alternate means. Very little is known about the art so far, but the very basics of magical shielding were learned from a rare traveler into Kalinor, a budding ability he's kept private and practices each night, alone in the small house he's taken on the outskirts of the Orthilia web. Though he paid for the training with coin and a small medical service, he was also gifted by the mage with a potentially valuable pet, a large Kelvic eagle-owl named Aril. Mildly flustered upon discovery that she is in fact female, he's done his best to keep her sequestered away and actively encourages her to keep to her owl form whenever possible, knowing the Orthilia Web would demand he make use of her as a surrogate or allow one of them to if they ever discovered her gender. Possessions   Housing A fairly small structure set away from the others of his web, Luvadros' home is kept pristine but simple, most of his time spent at the Purging anyway. Despite the modesty of the construction and lack of much decoration, organized portions of the floor and the nook in which he sleeps are carefully draped in numerous silks of rich but dark colors.   Clothing Item Cost Acquired Description Silken body wraps - Kalinor (SP) Dark grey strips Silken leggings - Kalinor (SP) Snug black britches Silken undergarments - Kalinor (SP) Not your business Exoskeleton armor shirt - Kalinor (SP) An irritating necessity Silken coat - Kalinor (SP) Very dark burgundy Simple sandals - Kalinor (SP) Rarely even worn   Misc Item Cost Acquired Description Silken knapasack - Kalinor (SP) Dark violet Waterskin - Kalinor (SP) Well cared for, like new Comb - Kalinor (SP) Polished bone Soap - Kalinor (SP) His most prized possession Flint & steel - Kalinor (SP) Largely neglected Golden armband - Kalinor (SP) Fitting around the upper bicep, he wears it at nearly all times beneath his coat. Despite being designed for a female (belonged to his mother), it fits quite well. Healer's Kit 50 GM Kalinor Stored at home in case he needs it while not at the Purging Alembic 50 GM Kalinor For personal use and practice Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Healer's Kit -50 GM 50 GM Alembic -50 GM 0 GM Abilities and Knowledge   Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Medicine 30 SP 30 Competent Philtering 15 SP 15 Novice Acrobatics 10 RB 10 Novice Shielding 5 SP 5 Novice   Lores Symenestra Anatomy Symenestra Reproduction   Languages Symenos Fluent Common Basic   Racial Night Vision Corrosive Venom Wall Walking Threads Winter 510 Date Thread Participants Mod 33rd Study Buddy Laszlow - Spring 512 Date Thread Participants Mod 3rd A Safe Haven? Dovinya, Erasmus Poison 14th Aimless Pursuit - Macabre 20th Restless Aril - 23rd Genesis Nissabella Rose -