Rawls Nox

[Rawls Nox]

Rawls Nox Physical Description Name: Rawls Nox Race: Human Age: 26 Birthday: Spring 7, AV 486 Standing at an imposing six feet, three inches, Rawls appears as if he may have been chiseled from the native stone of Zeltiva. Clear blue eyes dark brown hair frame a piercing gaze and a serious face. His arms are thick and tight, carrying heavy hammers of flesh and bone at their ends. His knuckles are littered with scars and his body carry some as well, from those dishonorable fighters he met in the past. Character Concept A promising and honorable man who took up boxing. His family and home were destroyed in the 512 Spring Storm, leaving him homeless and distraught. He heard of the volunteer exchange to Syliras and set out to train as a Warrior-Mage. Anything beat remaining in Zeltiva, being haunted by the deaths of his parents and younger sibling. Character History Rawls was born to a fisherman and his wife, growing up poor but healthy in Zeltiva. He was a well behaved child for the most part, though once puberty came and he began to grow like a weed, he found himself often in the midst of fights among other kids. It would have been easy at the point where he as a head taller than others to be a bully, but he often found himself defending those who couldn't defend themselves. This made him a hero to the underdogs and a common target to the predators. He looked up to his father, who had never lied or stolen in his life, passing these ethics down to his eldest. As he aged and became a young man, his parents had another child, a girl named Rennie. Rawls was thirteen at that time and soon found himself very protective of his little sister. His parents wanted him to head out to the docks to join his father or enroll at the University, hoping for a better life for their son as most parents do. Rawls, however, had become known among fledgling street fighters. One day near the docks, he had watched with zeal as two sailors squared off for a boxing match. While he had seen his share of brawls, the rules and the honorable combat that came with formal boxing seemed to call to him on a deeper level. From then on, he knew what he wanted to do. The news of his newfound love fell on disappointed ears to his family, as they had higher hoped for him. He could not be dissuaded from his dreams, however and found himself learning the ropes among sailors. His little sister often could be found in tow once she was able to keep up with him. Rawls found her to be his greatest cheerleader and ally. The only reason his parents didn't put their foot down came with Nox bringing home his winnings one night from his second match, his first being one that left him unconscious and laughed at. It was the only lie he ever told them, that the second match was the first. It was an honest living and brought income to the family, so it was allowed. He enjoyed the sport immensely and while his record was hardly stellar, it put food on the table and kept Rawls in good spirits. He wasn't taking advantage of anyone and doing what he loved. His enthusiasm for physical training and boxing overshadowed any hopes of fame, which was the downfall of many of his competitors. He was just there to fight and when he stepped into the circle, he could easily forget himself and the world around him, focusing only on his opponent. Life moved on and soon Rennie was growing as well, puberty bringing on her own growth spurts. These growths, of course, attracted the attention of boys and men alike, giving Rawls further reason to protect her and end up in more fights. His parents were still in love and all seemed well, short of their age creeping up on them. His life was pretty good , he thought. Then the Spring Storm of 512 came, changing the lives of Zeltivans across the board and ending many as well. The night before, Rawls had been at the World's End, celebrating a fight that he had won. He had purchased a room for the night, not wanting to return home stinking of kelp beer. He thought it would set a bad example for Rennie. When he ran home after the chaos of the storm, he was struck harder than any opponent had ever dared. Where his family's cottage had been stood a pile of ship timber and crushed stone. His family had perished when a fishing vessel had hit it in the tidal waves that brought so much destruction that day. He had taken a few days to try to let it sink in, awake for two of those days and wandering the streets in grief. On the third day, he returned to the World's End and rented a room again. His heart broken for the loss of his parents, he knew he had to find a way to make it without them and to make sense of anything. It wasn't long before he found himself in the circle again, this time with nothing but rage to vent. Update Rawls went on a drunk around the time for the actual exchange, finding himself left in Zeltiva with no aim. This lasted a few more weeks before he couldn't take the strain of the memories and the bitterness of his own stupidity. He made his way to Sunberth, hearing that it was a lawless place where most people met their end. Not being the type to kill himself outright, he thought maybe he would die in the ring or fade away. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/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 Housing World's End Grotto Rawls has been living at the World's End since the third day of Spring after his family's cottage was destroyed. Housing BreakdownSpring 3 to Spring 70 at 2 SM per night + breakfast (5 CM) and main meal (1 SM)each day = 23 GM, 4 SM, 5 CM Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Housing -23 GM, 4 SM, 5 CM 76 GM, 5 SM, 5 CM 2 leather belts 4 GM 72 GM, 5 SM, 5 CM Leather shoes 3 SM 72 GM, 2 SM, 5 CM Body Building Equipment 30 GM 42 GM, 5 SM, 5 CM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Boxing 15 SP, 15 RB 30 Competent Body Building 10 SP 10 Novice Running 5 SP 5 Novice Swimming 5 SP 5 Novice Brawling 10 SP 10 Novice Intimidation 5 SP 5 Novice Practiced Languages: Common Fluent Language: Common Lores Lore of Zeltiva Streetplan Lore of Finding Matches Thread List