Faval Verbeugen

[Faval]

Zeltiva CS Template Physical Description Name: Faval Verbeugen Race: Human Age: 19 Birthday: Summer 20, 494 AV Physical Description Faval is a striking young man. Dirty blonde, medium length hair rests atop his head. His bangs form a cone along the bridge of his nose, permitting accessible viewing to the outside world and his hair sticks out on the sides. The hair sticking out gives his ears a chance to feel the air around him. Given the rather hectic nature of his life and the general apathy he feels toward his appearance, his hair is hardly ever trimmed and perfectly neat. It is often, for lack of better terminology, all over the place. The boy doesn't seem to care much. The young Faval has a brilliant pair of green eyes that seem to fluctuate between severity and joy at the drop of a hat. His facial expressions don’t stray much farther from his eyes. The boy seems to jump between responsibly serious and childishly exuberant seamlessly depending on the situation, almost in an unreal fashion. There does not seem to be too much variety in the facial expressions however, as the responsible severity seems to cover a wide range of emotions including anger, sadness, hunger, discomfort, annoyance, etc. The other end of the spectrum is equally covered by the same exuberant gleam in the young man’s eyes and there isn’t much differentiation between different positive emotions. Faval isn’t necessarily a skinny person, but he is not built either. The boy could be considered lean at best, which honestly wasn’t much of a curse. The boy wears a dark-gray, form-fitting suit under his regulation military issued civilian adornments, clothes that he wasn’t particularly happy with as he much preferred what he considered to be a stylish military uniform. New clothes would be high on his priority list. Character Concept Faval is a genuinely kind, honest and caring individual who has a severely black and white moral compass. In addition, he is a fiercely proud individual and has trouble tolerating things he views as slights to his person or the people he respects and cares for. Consequently he responds to everything he deems as “wrong” in a rather hostile manner, typically with violence as it’s one of the few things he truly knows. A commanding officer’s order is one of the few things that will stop him from enacting his form of vigilante justice. Despite his time in the military and his instructor desperately trying to instill some form of regimental and organizational structure in the boy’s life, Faval is a slob. Reprimanding him for a sloppy bunk became almost a ritual while he was in training and his thoughts aren’t that different. Apart from being clean shaven, mostly on account of barely being able to grow facial hair, Faval was far from the model soldier and that general disregard for things like order and protocol carried over in to his life as a civilian. In contrast to the apparent lack of discipline, Faval embraced the simplicity of military life so far to the extent that he can unquestionably follow commands given to him by those he has deemed his superior officers, which at the present time would be commander Murphy. Which is a mean feat considering how often he wants to bestow justice upon his coworkers for falling on the black side of his black and white world. In addition to that deficiency, Faval has never had any formal education outside of the art of war, specifically archery. Growing up on the streets without parents and his primary caregivers either being as educationally backwards or too focused on something else has left Faval in a position of illiteracy in one of the most educated cities remaining in the world. With that, he has a strong motivation to prove himself as not only a sufficient soldier, but also that he is quite bright even if the only word he knows how to read is “toilet.” Character History Like a lot of stories in our less than happy world, Faval started out as an abandoned child who was forced to grow up on the streets, cold and alone. He doesn’t remember his early years, probably under the care of someone whose conscience got the better of them, but by the age of five he had to survive on the streets and with that came a penchant for knowing how to hide. Hiding from older, bigger kids, hiding from soldiers, hiding from shop owners whose bread you had to steal; hiding was one of the most important life skills you could develop, a life skill young Faval fortunately acquired. He was a lucky child, thankfully, and the one time he did not successfully avoid a shop owner chasing him was the best thing that ever happened to him. After recovering the vegetables that Faval not so elegantly swiped from the man’s cart, he took the boy home, fed him, and after a healthy bout of bonding with the adorable little street urchin, Faval was promptly kicked back out on to the street. But there had been a slight bond that formed and for the next few years, Faval was able to routinely sneak away vegetables from the man’s cart and considering he had not once stolen anything without being noticed, it was a rather impressive feat…that the man pretended not to notice Faval running off with his goods. The steady source of food allowed Faval to grow up considerably more nourished than most people in his predicament and when he hit maturity, he used his better than most lot in life to apply for the Zelthian Navy. At first, he was an able bodied workman but was soon given a chance for more than that. Never actually having a job, or even a goal outside of living tomorrow, gave Faval a new found purpose to life. The boy worked with an almost frightening fervor. The work ethic, despite the general lack of social etiquette and organizational skills…combined with a confusion toward the purpose of soap, got him noticed by the higher ups and got him in to a program for training warriors. They quickly found that it probably was not the best of decisions. Faval had no aptitude for fighting with a sword or spear and was embarrassingly bad in his attempts. Still more or less a child, his poor performance coupled with his completely vacant education complicated the act of making friends. He could not understand the scrolls for the fighting forms, nor could he understand the signs around the barracks or some of the words his commanding officers used. When things looked their worst for his wilting career as a soldier, he found his niche. Faval had a natural affinity for the bow, primarily because it was simple. Outside of learning how to draw the bow and aim, everything done with the bow was repetition. There were no fighting forms to learn, no stances to master. There was only the arrow going in to the target. That was simple, which worked for Faval. For the next three years, Faval served in his workman duties while continuing to practice his craft with the longbow before finally earning his status as a marine. His title would be short lived, unfortunately. Shortly after receiving the commission, Faval was assigned to the Tide Queen. It was an old ship and he assumed they assigned him here to get him out of the way; the “dumb” soldier was perfect for the old ship. He served on the vessel for two months before the ship was decommissioned and its crew, Faval included, was indiscriminately retired from the navy. Faval suddenly found himself out of a job. It was then he turned to his former commanding officer as he made the most of his premature retirement and continued his craft in a more privatized manner. Following him in to the career of privatizing military might seemed like the most logical choice for young Faval. The life of a mercenary was better than the life of a homeless man. 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 Heirloom: Educator’s Climber Quiver 100 Gold Mizas Composite Longbow 99 Longbow Arrows 20 Armor Piercing Arrows 20 Broad Arrows Housing: World's End Grotto Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Housing Compensation +500GM 600 GM Composite Longbow -100GM 500 GM Longbow Arrows(17) -1GM 499 GM Longbow Arrows(20) -1GM 498 GM Longbow Arrows(20) -1GM 497 GM Longbow Arrows(20) -1GM 496 GM Longbow Arrows(20) -1GM 495 GM Arrow, Armor Piercing(20) -20GM 475 GM Arrow, Broad(20) -15GM 460 GM Grotto 8th-75th 1 GM & 34 SM 459 GM 66 SM Donation -50GM 364 GM 66 SM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Skill EXP Proficiency Stealth 15 RB 0 xp Novice Longbow 30 SP 2+2 xp Competent Unarmed Combat 10 SP 0 xp Novice Observation 5 SP 4+1 xp Novice Cooking 5 SP 0 XP Novice Teaching 0 SP 5 xp Novice Investigation 0 SP 2 xp Novice Seduction 0 SP 2 xp Novice Acrobatics 0 SP 2 xp Novice Philosophy 0 SP 1 xp Novice Intimidation 0 SP 1 xp Novice Rhetoric 0 SP 1 xp Novice Fluent Language: Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Lores: Lore of Zeltiva Streetplan Lore of Zeltivan Culture Startled by a Woman Zeltiva: Beach Kresha: Snake Person Kresha: Seductive Kresha: Rahhala, Her Mare Setting Up A Tent A Night With Kressha Longbow: Stance Longbow: Factors Loss of Privacy Calculated Movements Avoiding Needless Violence Hadrian: Pillar of The Community Weighing The Consequences of Violence Aggressive Voyeurism All Efficiency Logistics Mysterious New Employer Thread List Date Activity Summer 8, 512 AV Right Thing Summer 10, 512 AV How to Be Sneaky Summer 14, 512 AV Trees Need to Smile Summer 16, 512 AV Irregulars Summer 18, 512, AV Breaking a Sweat Summer 52, 512 AV Out of his element