Ilhor Skyglow

[Ilhor Skyglow]

Ilhor Skyglow Physical Description & Appearence Character Concept Character History Possesions & Ledger Skills, Languages, Lores & Gnosis Thread List

[Ilhor Skyglow]

Name: Ilhor Race: Vantha Age: 18 Birthday: Summer 58, 494 AV Physical Description & Appearence Ilhor stands at 5'7" and is rather tall, for a Vantha. He is also extremely slim, and agile, making his movements seem extremely delicate. His hair is black with visible blue highlights, and could be rather beautiful, if he took any time at all to take care of them. Instead, all he does is make sure that this mess atop his skull is kept away from his eyes. Unlike his hair, he takes great care of his sideburns, which are kept long and brushy, closely resembling the ones his father keeps.

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Character Concept (to better understand it, read Character History first) Ilhor’s most noticeable personality trait, and his most driving inner force, is his need to see justice served. He cannot allow any wrong-doing, or what he considers as such, regardless if it is directed towards him or others, and he fights the source of the injustice with everything needed, be it all-out violence, or patience and subtlety. Nevertheless, what he sees as just is not always the same as others do, or society as a whole. Truthfully, he lives by his own rules, which, at least at first glance, seem noble and well-founded. This fact, coupled with his rather impulsive and quick-to-judge nature, lead him many times in unnecessary confrontations, sometimes with people that can, and will, get him into trouble. Stemming from the same inner instinct that drives his need for justice, comes a deep desire to be perfect in all he does. More often than not, he finds himself unable to make a decision, in fear of it being wrong, or just not good enough. If it weren’t for the great tragedies he had to endure, this perfectionism might have stood in the way of his crafts, sculpting and carving. But he had to learn to suffice with much less-than-perfect creations, if only to make a living selling them. Because of the same personal tragedies, he had to come in contact with all sorts of people, most of who tried to take advantage of him, primarily by trying to “buy” his creations at a ridiculously low price, seeing his dire need for money. To cope, he had to develop all the necessary human skills to identify these people, and then to barter with them and persuade them to give him a reasonable price. Above all, he learned to be superficially kind with strangers, until he got to see their intentions, a technique he learned to use quite well. Nevertheless, towards the few people he considers to be his friends, he is overly protective, caring, and trusting. On the other hand, towards those he thinks have played him wrong, he is deeply vengeful, and cannot rest until he sees justice served, preferably by his own hand. Towards his crafts he is very committed, and finds a way to earn a living, the respect of others, and also, express his inner feelings and need for creativity. After recently coming of age, his main, immediate goal, is to gain his independence and sustain himself by finding a job. In the long term, he is deeply committed to saving enough money to travel the seas, and follow in his father’s footsteps, to unravel the mystery that looms over his family’s tragedies.

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Character History Ilhor's early childhood, much unlike his late, was mostly typical for a Vantha boy of Skyglow. His father was a sculptor of some renown, though not extremely famous or highly regarded, and his mother was a carver, more out of need than artistic endeavor. His earliest childhood memories, and his happiest ones, maybe of all his lifetime, involve him and his overly loving and caring mother. He can still remember the gentle tone of her voice whenever she spoke to him, the warmth of her body when he held and hugged him, the softness of her skin when they touched. Up to this day, he can close his eyes and recall her form, more of an idealized memory than a human shape, more like a ray of sun melting the frozen soil, waking the flowers sleeping underneath, and them raising and blooming and glowing in all the colors of the Aurora. If his mother in his mind was the sun melting the snow, his father was more like a cold, unmovable, immense, piece of Icestone. He barely talked, or moved his lips for any matter really, certainly not to smile. He was not violent, not physically anyway, but he was intimidating, and his eyes, those deep, serious, glowing eyes, their expressions and colors, said more of his thoughts and induced more fear and respect, than his words could ever do, or his hands ever inflict. But, above all, he was a man of hard work. And expected his son to be as well. As soon as he was able, he took his son, barely a child of seven, to work with him and learn by his side. His teaching methods, involving ignoring him for days if he made a mistake, or a simple nod of approval if he did something right, seemed to have an effect on his son, despite what most would have believed. Though he was not happy, he learned quickly and came to truly and deeply respect, admire, and love, his father, who, despite all his coldness and distance, cared for him deeply. Complementing his father’s teachings on technique, his mother took it upon herself to teach him how to express himself through his craft, showing him how to carve small but intricate details on his sculptures to mark his thoughts and feelings, or the sculpture’s, for that matter. Life seemed to carry on uneventfully, until a typically cold evening on the Fall of 506 AV. After working all day, Ilhor and his father started for the way home, totally exhausted. Yet, as they neared their Arvinta, they started to notice something odd. The typical orange glow on the windows, due to the fire burning inside that his mother never failed to light well before their usual arrival time, didn’t seem to be there. With a growing sense of worry, father and son entered the house and called out. Nobody answered. Hastily, they entered the main bedroom, and found her laying on the bed, pale and still, like made of wax. For a moment they hesitated, until they noticed her eyes moving to stare at them, colored in a terrible, outwordly, sickly brown, signaling the most intense sense of fear. Yet she didn’t move, or talked, or responded in any way to their cries. She only moved her eyes from father to son, in a strange pattern, like trying to communicate something. When they tried to move her, her eyes turned totally white. And shortly after she stopped moving them. As Ilhor was desperately trying to help his mother, his father, barely holding back his tears and with a strange, bloody red color in his eyes, lifted his son in his arms and said in a broken voice, only partially caused by grief or fear “Come, we have to get a healer”. Ilhor cannot recall anything that happened next, only screams and a wall of tears, covering every other word or image. The only thing he does remember is a slim, short silhouette over the bed on which her mother was laying, speaking a few words that seem in his mind to have no vibration, like coming out from the room itself, “She is dead, by what seems to be a bizarre suffocation, like her lungs wouldn’t decide to move”. Ilhor did his best to move on, though his grief was too much to heal anytime soon. And he might not have been able to pull himself together, if not for the sake of his father, who, since his wife’s death, seemed totally distracted and more distant than normal, barely able to keep going with his job or parental duties. Ilhor took it upon himself to help him, help both of them, get through this tragedy. And, indeed, after a couple of years, things seemed to start getting back to normal. Until one summer’s day on 509 AV. Ilhor was returning from the markets, after having finished an errand, when, without any interim memory, he found himself laying on the frozen ground on some remote and distant part of the city, at what seemed a couple of hours later. When trying to get up he felt an excruciating pain, coming from every part of his body, and for half an hour he was unable to move. Then, with great effort, he struggled to his feet and tried to remember what had happened, yet he could remember nothing at all, apart from being at the market. When he regained his strength and the pain subsided, he returned to the market to ask if anyone had seen anything, but nobody did, though many people saw him leaving the market and heading back home. Shaking with fear and pain, he run as fast as he could to his house, and told his father everything that had happened. As he talked, he could see his father face, up to this point still and cold, starting to tighten and a deep worry was shaping up. Yet, when he spoke, he only said “Nothing to worry about, you probably just slipped on the way home and hurt your head, you can lose your memory that way, or even worse. Consider yourself lucky”. And then added, in a tone that wouldn’t take no for an answer “Go to bed, it’ll heal faster. You should be ok by tomorrow”. Indeed, the next day he felt much better, at least until he show a carefully folded piece of paper next to his bed. Before he could think or feel anything, he unfolded it in a hurry and looked at the deeply pressed, scarring letters that were written on it. Waiting a moment for his conscious mind to kick up, he started reading My dear son, I had to leave Avanthal by ship today, and I am going to be away for some time. In the meanwhile, I have left you some mizas to get on by for some weeks, plus my sculpting tools to assist you on your work. I’m sure you will be able to support yourself using your craft while I am gone. Your mother’s love, and mine, will eternally be with you, and may they light your path For weeks Ilhor troubled his mind with what had happened, trying to puzzle together all he knew. Yet, all these terrible things were beyond the comprehension of his young mind, and soon, the money his father left him with started to run out, and he had more immediate concerns to take care of. He started creating ice sculptures and selling them on the market, illegally, since he wasn’t at the appropriate age, and didn’t own his own stall or shop. Nevertheless, almost everyone knew his tragedy, and the Icewatch turned a blind eye, and some even helped him by buying some of his creations. Of course, others were not so sympathetic, and tried to take advantage of his dire need for money, by buying his sculptures and reselling them at much higher prices at their stalls, just a few feet down the road. To cope with all that, Ilhor started to pay closer attention to people, tried to read them, and then used this knowledge to barter with them. Many years passed, and it was a few days before of his coming of age, that Ilhor allowed himself to come to the realization that his father might never come back. Yet, he did not weep in this thought, and it didn’t frighten him. No, what he felt was different, it was a deep, all-encompassing anger towards the mysterious source of his family’s tragedies and the suffering, the injustice, that it had inflicted upon him. And today, after coming of age, before the sea his father has sailed on, he made a promise. A promise to find out what happened, and to seek revenge, no matter what he had to do to achieve it. Yet, for the time being, and with barely enough money to sustain himself, the only thing he can hope for is to get a job soon, a legal one, so he can start setting aside some money to cross the sea, and follow in his father’s footsteps.

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Items 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Heirloom: Father's Sculpting Tools 1 Dagger 1 Sling 30 Sling Bullets Horn, Hunting Money 48 GM 96 SM Housing 1 basic 20x20 Arvinta in a Hold with a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and small table. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM 1 Dagger -2 GM 98 GM 1 Sling -1 SM 98 GM 99 SM 30 Sling Bullets -3 SM 98 GM 96 SM 1 Horn, Hunting -15 GM 83 GM 96 SM Summer 512 Living Expenses -35 GM 48 GM 96 SM

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Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Carving 10 RP, 4 SP, 2 XP, 1 XP 17 Novice Sculpting 26 SP, 1 XP 27 Competent Negotiation 10 SP, 1 XP 11 Novice Persuasion 10 SP 10 Novice Investigation 1 XP, 1 XP, 1 XP,2 XP 5 Novice Observation 2 XP, 3 XP, 1 XP, 1 XP, 1 XP 8 Novice Carpentry 2 XP 2 Novice Tracking 1 XP 1 Novice Leadership 1 XP 1 Novice Cooking 2 XP 2 Novice Languages Fluent: Vani Basic: Common Lores Secret : Lore of Vantha Culture Lore of Uses of Small Plates in Sculptures Contact: Vannis Skyglow Location: The Aurora Showcase Finding Employment as a Sculptor The Snow Returns to Avanthal Location: The Sculpture Yard Finding Peace in Creating Art An Artistic Vision The Depression of a Melted Avanthal Creating the Hope Sculpture Acceptance into the Sculpture Yard Contact: Nikari Skyglow Building a Screwpump with Viq Feeling Left Out First Signs of a Perfectionist Dealing with Failure Poorly Contact: Faelyn Snowsong, Singer not a Hunter Tracking Rabbit Footprints Encounter with a Svanhildur Escapee Following a Personal Sense of Justice Sensing a Trap Calling an Escapee’s Bluff Uncharacteristic Sabretooth Attack Noticing Oddities in the Snow Hunting in Avanthal is Not Like it Used to Be Gnosis God Marks Ability Reason Morwen 1 Ice Reaving Vantha came of Age

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Thread List   Flashbacks Wood that I tried (Summer 67, 505)   Summer 512 AV Regaining Hope (15) Faelyn Tries To Catch a Rabbit (50) Ilhor Looking for a Job (60)   Fall 512 AV Cave in Mystery (2) Death of an Icewatch (4) Time to Work (6) Late Night Snow Swimmer (7)