Licearsvansan

[Licearsvansan]

*note: I will edit this to make it more interesting later (nothing but the tone of what is written already will change unless directed to)

• Name: Licearsvansan (pronounced: Lie-sear-svaansaan)
  Nickname: Svansan (when addressed by Dhani) and Van or Svan (by other races)
  Other Aliases: (none currently)
  
  
  Svan's sexuality :

  Svan is a bit odd when it comes to romance. Mainly because he takes after his snake side in this regard. Outside of his mating season (early-mid spring) Svan is largely asexual (though not aromantic). Which means he has little interest in seeking out sex, but he doesn't scorn the idea of it either assuming he finds the other attractive. However, taking his sex drive out of his snake side also means that he finds very few races attractive. He is only attracted to:
  Dhani: In their snake or dhani form. And only their human form during his mating season.
  Half-dhani: All the time, but not quite as much as a pureblood in snake or dhani form.
  Snakes: Svan would never petch one, but he can tell you which ones are hot and which aren't....
  Ethaefal: In their divine form. A mix of reverence and attraction.
  Konti: Slightly. Its really less of an attraction and more reverence.
  Other races: He will ONLY ever find an unmentioned race attractive if he is blackout drunk, and in the middle of his mating season.
• Basic physical info:
  Race: Dhani
  Subrace: Rattler
  Age: 118
  Birthday: 385 summer day 73
  Gender: male
  
  Wounds:
  Burn scars on legs. Perm till healed
  Bite scar on Shoulder. Perm till healed
  
  
  
• Character concept:
  Svan is a chaos-loving Rattler on a rather strange path of reformation. Having heard strange rumors of Dhani who worship Caiyha over Siku, Svan has dedicated his life to reclaiming his once kind(er) soul by earning Caiyha's favor. This is made difficult however as he was taught for over 70 years that chaos, hatred, and Siku where the only paths for the Dhani. Less concerned with actually reforming so much as simply succeeding in a challenge, Svan works to overcome his chaotic tendencies, fear of snow, biases against other races, and all around poor attitude so that he can one day claim the title as Caiyha's Champion. Assisting him as he starts his hopeless quest are his slight skills as a morpher, a dash of nature survival skills, and a quick wit.
  
  Personality: While Svan only has moderate intelligence, he is known to possess a sharp wit and knack for creative thinking. However, during his upbringing Svan was encouraged to place himself above all others (except his parents), and to indulge any curiosities or pleasures he had. Because of this, he often thinks highly of himself, and by association, his race. This often results in him making brash or reckless decisions if he feels he has something to prove. It also causes him to often look down on people of differing views and race. Regardless of his pride, Svan is almost paranoiac in hiding his dhani identity from anyone he meets in fear of being attacked.
  Due to his upbringing Svan has developed uncontrollable compulsions to cause chaos. These compulsion are short lived, but occur randomly without any warning. These urges tend to happen more often when Svan has the potential to cause harm. These moments can range anywhere from randomly stabbing someone, to pushing over a ladder, or even telling an unnecessary lie. Because of this, he often urges people not to put faith in him as he will likely unwittingly betray them. A keen observer might also notice that he also tends displays a somewhat childish stubbornness and curiosity. Still, despite all his flaws Svan has occasionally displayed brief moments of wisdom that serves to remind people that while he is certainly struggling, he isn't entirely lost.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Physical description:
  
  Secret :

  Attractiveness: He 6/10 normally, but he cleans up fairly well.
  
  Fashion: Svan wears thick winter clothing in all but the hottest areas. His clothing is rarely considered stylish, especially considering it always seems he has on one layer too many in any given area. He often uses very earthy colors so that the dried mud on his clothes isn't as obvious. Svan is never found without a brown or grey cloak tied loosely around his neck.
  
  Human: (5'9") In his human form he has moderately tanned, lightly toned skin, dull chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. He lets his medium length hair hang in slightly unkempt style while traveling through less civil areas, but does his best to comb (and remove the occasional twig from) his hair if he nears a city. While normally dull, the light sometimes catches his hair in such a way that brighter copper colored strands stand out against the darker ones, and his hair shines with a more attractive (but more noticeable) sheen. Most used form when in civilization or in cold areas.
  
  Snake: (13'10") In snake form he appears as a dim brown snake with a copper colored diamond pattern sewn down his back. Similar to his hair the copper colored scale are brighter than the rest and prone to gleaming as the sun hits them (this has often proven disastrous when attempting stealth). Like all others of his kind he has a hard rattle tail. Preferred for when hunting or living in the forest.
  
  Dhani: (15'7") In this form his hair melds against his skin, his fangs grow to massive size and his frail human skin begins to blend into thick patches of scales. Not to mention his entire lower body is switched with that of a snake. This is his most preferred form, especially in combat. Unfortunately many other races tend to frown upon the idea of a giant naked snake-man slithering through town.
  
  Important note: When nearing another person Svan tends to uses tiny morphs to hide his accent. However if angered he has been know to accidentally ssssslur his words . If he is forced to hold this morph too long he tends to become less focused and more chaotic as his energy is drawn to maintaining his magic.
  
  
• Current goals:
  
  Secret :

  obtain a "conscience"
  obtain first mark in Caiyha's gnosis
  Learn how to care for animals and plants
  
  
• Character history:
  Early childhood:
  Secret :

  Much of Svan's early life has been lost to the deepest parts of his memories. As any person could tell you, 100+ years in the past is a long time to try recall back to. What he does remember isn't good, Svan wasn't born with the innate desire to cause pain, nor did he learn to do so by the example set by those around him. Because of this Svan was uncharacteristically kind for a dhani in his early years. This however lead to him easily being bullied and pushed around by everyone else. Fearing that their child would live his entire life as a slave to the crueler members of the dhani society should he continue to act in this manner, his parents began to use method to corrupt his personality. Svan's mother, Sannethlicear, would often tell Svan proud stories of how she had corrupted him so severally. Most often they would involve cruel methods of raising his hopes up only to smash them down, or she would show him horrifying examples of where good intentions had caused more harm than good. As the virtues he once believed in shattered, so did his mind, and his parents were more than happy to reassemble the pieces in their own twisted image of perfection.
  
  Later childhood:
  Secret :

  The result of his mother and fathers "parenting" ended with a child who was not cruel, but broken instead. An unstable child with little control over his thoughts or actions Van turned inward, violently striking out at anyone who tried to get him to open up. As his parents saw this they ceased torturing him, and began to reward his uncontrolled bursts of rage. With each violent deed, and every scheme of vengeance Svan was commended and celebrated amongst his family. Few acts of destruction were chastised aside from those commited against close family, and as time went on Svan slowly began to cause pain for no reason other than to hear the praise that had for so long eluded him. Before long he began to make others suffer not for the praise, but for no other purpose than to cause chaos.
  
  Young Adult:
  Secret :

  As Svan began to grow into an adult he reached an odd stage of development. To say that he was a sadist, or that he enjoyed causing pain would be a lie. To him, causing trouble had simply become second nature. Often times he would cause someone harm without the intention of doing so. Once he had randomly stuck a knife into a fellow Dhani only realizing that he had done so after he saw the surprised look his mother, who had seen it all, made to him. As he grew older this developed into a problem as he would often unknowingly cause trouble he did not mean to start, and so he was often forced to try and talk his way out of (most of) the offended person's retribution.
  For most of his life Svan continued to spread chaos and cause trouble for anyone who had the displeasure of crossing his path, but at the age of 72 something occurred that would change his life forever. This change was sparked by a simple story.
  It on a warm day as spring was giving way to summer that Svan had crossed paths with a group of Dhani dragging some humans into cells. Normally Svan would pay no mind to such a thing, but in this particular time one man was being far noisier than the rest. Curious to know what had caused the man to protest so loudly Svan adjusted his focus. As he did so he heard the man tell the other Dhani that the rattlers he had met before would never do something as cruel as this to him. The Dhani mocked him, stating that he was likely referring to a lesser race of Dhani, but the man continued to insist there where other rattlers who were more peaceful than his current captors. With curiosity now furiously piqued, Svan decided to return later when the others had left the caged man to learn more of these supposed "kind" rattlers. Sitting on a vantage point a fair deal away, Svan waited until he saw some kind of opening he could use to speak with the prisoner alone. Eventually as the guards shifted roles throughout the day, a pair of male guards he knew to be less than dedicated were assigned to the prisoners. To remove these guards Sven merely had to pay a "associate" of his a little coin to flirt and distract the men for him. Once the guards left their positions, Svan rushed to the the man's cage making sure to extinguish any lights so that no human could tell of their meeting. At first the man was reluctant to speak. This didn't surprise Svan, most people don't tend talk to strange snake-like voices in the dark, even less so when when those same snake-like voices had been seen in the light coming from big snake men that throw people in cages and call them mean names. However, once Svan promised to open the cage if his questions were answered, the man immediately resumed his earlier chattiness. He introduced himself as Jacob Morando, a peddler of arms who had been captured selling weapons to the-blah blah blah. Svan quickly zoned out as the man gave his life story, snapping back to focus only when Jacob began to speak of the the other Dhani he had encountered. Immediately Svan hammered the man with questions. Where were they? What were they like? How did they suppresse the urge to kill? Why did they? He listened as the man told him story after story of Rattlers, Vipers, and other races he had encountered coexisting, united together under a mutual love for Caiyha and the earth. As the the time he had bought himself wore thin, Svan had become filled with a purposed, to overcome his chaotic compulsions and reclain his former kindness. For him to achieve this there was but one answer. Caiyha. Of course while Svan was filled with purpose, the man in the cage was filled holes (he could leave no witness to tell of his revelation until he was ready to leave, but if it makes you feel any better he did leave the door open after he killed the man).
  
  29 years later:
  
  Secret :

  After learning of Caiyha, Svan continued to act as he had before but slowly plotted to take his leave of the nest. At the age of 99 He finaly managed to get control over his human form and within a month he had amassed all he needed to survive alone. On a late day in early spring Svan kept out of the nest doing his best not to arose suspicion, and went to the outside world where he had a horse waiting for him. Mounting his steed rather awkardly, he motioned it to start going, and clung on to it for dear life as he regreted having never practiced riding before. Mistaking the slack on the reins for its masters wish to go faster the horse burst into a full gallop, and before he knew it he was speeding away from the only home he ever knew at dizzing speeds.
  Somewhere between the screaming for his life and fighting too keep his lunch down, Svan caught notice of something strange on the side of the horse. Fastened on a belt wrapped tightly to the saddle was the sheathed blade his father had so often used in battle. Slowing the horse to a halt by choking its neck in an ironlike grip, Svan managed to get enough balance to look at the weapon clearly. Tightly wegded between sheath and the saddle was a note which Svan promptly removed. The note was written in his mother's rough handwriting and read:
  
  To my son Licearsvansan
  
  Did you really think yourself so clever as to be able to hide something like this from me? I raised you, taught you to be strong, and watched you grow from a snakeling to a man. To think that I would not notice the changes in you as of late is foolishness, and an insult to me and your father. An insult that deserves to be punished. However I shall not do so, instead I will let you go on whatever foolish pursuit you hope to undertake in hopes that it will make you stronger still. In truth I am also well aware that you have felt isolated from our community, and to force you to stay would do no favors to anyone. So with a heavy heart I bid you permission to leave. Your father had wished to give you his sword on your 100th birthday, but if you are leaving the nest as we believe you are then I hope this weapon lets you live to even see such an age.
  Stay strong, trust in Siku, and remember the lessons we have taught you. I hope you find what you are looking for.
  
  Also remember that in leaving the nest you have dishonored us, and should you return I will tear you in two with my bear hands to save the reputation of the rest of my family.
  
  The while the ending of the letter sent a chill down Sven's spine, he couldn't help but smile as he read it. Misguided as his parents may be there was no doubt they loved him, and beneath the fear he knew he loved them the same. Tucking the note into a pocket Sven reached for the blade at his side.
  The sheath of the blade was made from simple steel tinted every so slightly with copper. The top of the sheath was lined with leather and designed a with diamond patten loosely resembling the patterning he and his father's snake forms shared. The bottom was thick, and the inside was polished with incredible care so that the blade never got caught inside. As he drew the blade from its sheath a soft metalic hum rung out, and Sven's eyes widened at the sight. In his hand he held the very same blade his father had wielded for countless battles and hunts. The sword breaker. While he had recognized the scabbard as belonging to this blade he could never imagine that his father would part with such a thing. Mind you, this wasn't a sword breaker, it was the sword breaker. A weapon his father had custon made after he had once wielded an enemies sword breaker and found it to his liking. The grip of the blade was simple and worn, but it allowed the user to hold it however they chose and in whichever hand. The pommel was weighted with heavy iron plated in steel, and the guard was little more that a bar of steel that stretched out to make a cross shape. The blade however, was the true beauty of the weapon. Wrought from cold iron the blade had been polished and maintained everyday his father used it. Stretching nearly a foot long from tip to guard, the swordbreaker was in that awkward place bettween a swort sword and a dagger. Teeth lined one edge of the weapon, designed with the main purpose of catching and hopefully breaking any weapon caught between the grooves. To assist futher in this the blade was much thicker than a normal short sword, and so the opposite side was often too dull too cut through anything thicker than leather. Still the weight of the blade was more than enough to bludgeon someone, and with enough force the tip was sharp enough to sink its way into a heart when stabbed. His father had demonstrated the many ways to use the weapon, different stances, and techniques, but never had Sven actualy used the weapon. This was something he imagined his father had planned to teach him arround his 100th birthday.
  Sven let out a sigh as he sheathed the blade and set it back on the belt. A slow smile grew accoss his face, and he looked back towards his old home now nearly out of view. And while he couldn't say for certain, he felt as if there where eyes looking back out towards him. With a wave good-bye he turned back away, and rode off towards his new life.
  
  
  After leaving the nest: *the following is likely what my writing will look more like.
  
  Secret :

  And what a terrible life it was. Bugs of all kinds, erratic changes in weather, and animals trying to steal your food each and every day. Have your ever fought a hungry bear over a slab of dear meat? Svan had, twice. Needless to say, he was not having fun. After leaving the nest Sven quickly learned that wilderness survival takes skill. Something he was severely lacking in.
  Towns and cities where no better. He soon found out that many people outside the dhani race don't believe the dhani were as superior as they obviously where. Because of this Svan was regularly jumped, and forced into his fair share of barfights. Shopkeepers were rairly afraid to rack up their prices once they heard his accent, and that was assuming they didnt refuse him services entirely. To make it all worse he had to try to gain the favor of Caiyha, whiched turned out to be much harder than he had origionally believed.
  However it wasn't all bad. As time went on he grew more skilled at surviving in the wild, and the frequent bar fights taught him how to improvise a good fighting plan in the heat of the moment (assuming "good fighting plan" means "throw table at enemy and knock them out with a broken beer mug as a knuckler). Still being hated by society and the wilderness alike was not something Svan was fond of, and he was eager to find a way to soltion to these problem. This solution, like so many other great solutions, came from the bottom of a beer mug. Unfortunately this beer mug was being used by a another man to beat his face in. After a blow that caused the glass to shatter in his face, Svan stumble backwards and did his best to clear his face of any glass shards. When he opened his eyes he saw the very same man who had nearly floored him, but now the man had furry black claws for hands.
  "You think you're the only one who can change form serpent?", said the man in a grim voice.
  To which Svan responded with a bewildered look that went from the morpher to the barkeeper, and back to the morpher again. Before saying, "Yep! I've had enough to drink. He then proceeded towards the door, where he was kindly escorted out it by the man with bear arms. Well, not so much "kindly escorted" so much as shoved, and not so much "out the door" as through the wall next to it.
  "Ha, the little snake learns he isn't one who can change so he tries to run off. Pathetic!", the wizard spat at him.
  Now being called pathetic is rude enough, but after you just launched a man through a wall its a fairly valid insult to say to the throwee. However, Svan wasn't about to be called "little" by some 5 foot human. As the man turned to go back into the bar Svan changed into his dhani form, and within roughly 30 seconds the rude verticly challenged wizard found a 15 and a half foot missle slamming headfirst into his back. The wizard tried to regain his stance but Svan was already wraped tightyly around his legs and gripped both of the man's arm in his.
  "Remind me, Whossss little?", the Svan whispered harshly to the man. The morpher stuggled slightly, but a shap tug from Svan made it clear that he had no hope of escaping. "Tell me", Svan said, "How do you change your arms like that?"
  "Why would you care to kn-Gahhh!" a quick yank cut his sentence short.
  "I asssked you a quessstion, now tell me how you have changed your armsss, or I will rip them off!", Svan gave another tight pull for emphasis.
  "A morph!, its a morph!", Svan kept pulling making it painfully clear that he wanted more information. "Its a spell from the school of morphing, it changes the users body however you like." The man's arms were only moments from snapping. He let out a Sharp cry of pain and screams, Please for the love of Caiyha stop! I'll teach you! Just let me go!
  Hearing this man use Caiyha's name jarred Svan, and almost immediately he released his hold. The morpher fell to the ground in a heap, and looked up pitifully at Svan. Recovering from the shock, Svan lowered his body to the ground putting his head only a few measures from the mage. With one pointing to the man he said, ""You used Caiyha's name, why?"
  "S-She is my god. No! My goddess! She is my goddess. I learned morphing to please her, to help her. Please, just leave me be. I lied, there is nothing I can do for you. I learned all I know from a book, I cant even do a complete transformation." The man shielded himself from Svan likely realizing that a slow venom induced death was mere inches from his face.
  Svan rapped the morpher's head with one finger and chuckled sinisterly. He no longer had any intrest in a man who could teach him nothing, his possessions however, where another story. Svan quicky slid to the other side of the bar with the other patrons taking care to stay out of his way, and found the brown rucksak he believed belonged to the wizard. He took no time in looting through the man's bags. Inside he quickly found his prize, a thick book dedicated to the magical art of morphing. Looking back at the man he questioned whether he should kill the man for attacking him, but he decide that stealing from another member of Caiyha's faith was already bad enough. Instead he simply placed the book back inside, lifted the pack arround his shoulders and shouted, I'll be keeping this, but you can thank Caiyha for your life", as he slithered out of the bar.
  
  Things didn't change immediately, Svan spent years trying to get the focus required to morph his body. The trouble was that the book Svan had stolen only covered the basics. Morphing was a skill that was developed more so by practice rather than knowlage, but the book while very clear on how to preform minor changes, was severely lacking in any tips of full body morphing. However this didn't stop Svan from learning what he could from it. These small changes where not enugh to hide his human nature, but they were just what he need to get into human society and keep suspicion of his true nature off of him. To him morphing wasn't a matter of changing who he was to something else, or trying to become one with nature. It was about improving himself and and adapting to new situations.
  With all these new abilities that he had learned he had finaly begun to feel at home with his new life. And as he sat under the shade of a tree in dhani form patting his stomach he thought to himself, "Now if only I could learn to restrain myself." Behind him a farmhouse burned to the ground with family still trapped on the second floor, and inside his stomach sat the remains of the most previous man he had payed to "act as his conscience".
  
  
• Skills:
  Observation: Exp:23
  Morphing: SP:13+8exp=21
  Rhetoric: Exp:20
  Brawling: SP:12+7exp=19
  Wrestling: Rb:10+1exp=11
  Persuasion: SP:10
  Body building: SP:8+2exp=10
  Wilderness survival: SP:7+1exp=8
  Sword-breaker: Exp:7
  Running: Exp:7
  Climbing: Exp: 7
  Acrobatics: Exp:5
  Socialization: Exp:5
  Hunting: Exp: 5
  Acting: Exp:4
  Teaching: Exp:4
  Intimidation: Exp:4
  Detection: Exp: 4
  Tactics: Exp:4
  Swimming: Exp:3
  Medicine: Exp:3
  Stealth: Exp: 3
  Land navigation: Exp:2
  Meditation: Exp:2
  Interrogation: Exp:2
  Leadership: Exp:2
  Leadership: Exp: 1
  Foraging: Exp: 1
  Riding: Exp: 1
  Planning: Exp: 1
  
  (unarmed: 2exp)
  
  Morphing NoteDue to an injury that has pretty much canceled any plans of a full body morph, Svan puts his effort into perfecting small subtle changes instead of trying to learn how to preform any new major changes. He CANNOT morph any part of his lower legs aside from the bottom of his feet, toes, and right kneecap due to a burn/overgiving accident (so no ostrich legs for him). Below are the creatures that Svan has studied, what depth he has studied them, and what he can do with each. (assuming his level in morphing allows it.)
  [Basic] means that he can only morph one or two features of the creature.
  [Moderate] means that he can replicate an entire creature (in theory).
  [Complete] means that he can perfectly replicate a creature and even adapt its qualities into unique or complicated forms. (Like creating custom armor from bone)
  [* ] means that he has studied a unique feature of the creature that can be used at expert level.
  [**] means that he has studied a magical feature of the creature that can be used at master level.
  
  
  

   

  Sword-Breaker

  Picture	Name	Description
  	Spark	(Lv1) The hard but dull cold-iron blade of the Sword-breaker acts as a flint and lets loose a brief shower of white hot sparks whenever it strikes against steel. While mostly harmless, these sparks make an excelent distraction and fire starter. The mouth of the sword-breaker's sheath is also outfitted with a soft steel nub that causes the weapon to release a storm of sparks whenever the weapon is drawn. This part of the sheath must be replaced regularly, or it will fail to create the desired effect.
  	Right hand, Wrong style	(Lv1) Svan's use of his father's left handed sword style, while he himself is right handed, causes him to struggle when trying to mimic his father's techniques. When wielded in his left, Svan finds that he is better able to recall his teachings and can preform more advanced techniques. The lack of dexterity in his left hand however, demands that Svan move much more slowly when preforming these moves or risk loosing control of the blade. When held in his right, Svan is capable at moving at full speed and power. Sadly, attempting complicated maneuvers with this hand will likely cause him to stumble and fail.
  	Sword catcher	(Unlocked at Lv 15)

  
  
  

   

  Brawling

  Picture	Name	Description
  	Combat Smarts	(Lv1) An unfortunate familiarity with dangerous situations has allowed Svan to develop some basic combat ability. He has learned how to preform simple maneuvers such as punches, blocks, and kicks with moderate skill. More importantly, this familiarity with danger allows for Svan to keep from panicking in combat and make use of his wit. Unfortunately, he will also find impulses in battle harder to resist, and often be unable to recognize the consequences of his actions until after he has calmed down.
  	Hammer Tail	(Lv18) Svan has learned not only how to swing his tail, but also to crack it like a whip for extra force. The force however, is enough to damage his rattle as well if it strikes something hard. Svan will not feel pain from this, but it will take a season to repair a damaged rattle, and three to repair a completely shattered one.
  	Like a champ	(Unlocked at Lv 25)

  
  

   

  Morphing

  Level	Morph
  [*Complete]	Rattlesnake Svan
  [*Moderate]	Dhani Svan
  [Complete]	Human Svan
  [Basic]	Hawk
  [Basic]	Cougara

  
  

   

  Unique

  No current unique skills.

  
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  (thanks for the format Aka)
  
  
  
• lore
  
  Secret :

  Lore of simple mophing techniques
  Lore of Religion: Caiyha
  Watch your money
  Drop The Act: No Shame In Oneself
  The Bazarre
  The Silencer's Will Act
  Samantha Grenth: The Tiger Kelvic
  Durvekral: The Synmenestra
  Arranging A Fight
  Follower of Caiyha
  Parental Memories
  Characteristics of the Sword Breaker
  The Importance of Strength
  Pull-Ups
  Fear of Phirebirds
  Kelvic Shift
  Dislocated Shoulder
  Feinting
  Gaining the High Ground
  Taunting
  Morphing in Combat
  Using Fire in Combat
  The Dhani Form
  Fear of Snowfalls
  Leaping Across Buildings (Or Trying To)
  Ionu's Stars
  Challenged By A Stranger
  The Dhani's Need for Warmth
  The Temple of Ionu
  Scrambling Up the Side of Buildings
  How Quick Things Can Go Bad...
  Beholden To A Bird
  Never Trust An Avian
  Negotiating With A Myrian (Or Failing To)
  One Good Turn Deserves Not Eating Your Rescuer
  A List Of Heroic Failures...
  Trying Not To Be Dhani
  Not Quite Friends, But Not Enemies
  Ending On A "Good" Note
  Having a seasick
  Location: The Suvan Sea
  Karma: What goes around, comes around
  Svan the Fail Detective
  Kuvarakh: Strange Nuit
  A VERY awkward situation
  Nuits are immune to most poisons and diseases
  Nuits don't need to ear, drink, or breath
  Lying through my teeth
  He's still alive!... figuratively
  I wish I have more arms to face-slap myself
  And more arms to give Kuv an applause
  Attacking a group of "rescuers"
  Artur, the Bear Kelvic
  Artur (Basic)
  The Withering Rose (Location)
  Climbing: Stability is Key
  How to Recognize the Quarter Deer
  Samantha Grenth, the Girl Who Runs From Fire
  Medicine: Applying a Salve
  The Garden of No Return
  FInding the Withering Rose
  Beast: Kougara
  Wilderness Survival: Gathering Firewood
  Lu Gavima, the Shinya Guardsman
  Alduin, the Mysterious Warrior
  Albireo, the Lethaefal
  Alses, the Earthbound Ethaefal
  Marvasa, the Medic
  How to Devour a Symenestra
  Hunting: How to Track Using Scent
  The Enigmatic God-Child
  Infatuation With Issolana
  Upset with the Unthankful Iskessah’s Rescue
  It Was All Iskessah’s Fault
  The First of the ‘Trances’
  No Place for the Nice Among the Dhani
  The Misty Peaks: Secret Training Spot
  Climbing: Using Leverage
  How to Fall From a Tree
  Sword Breaker: Follow Up
  Unarmed: Utilizing the Tail
  Not Hate: Akin to Friendship
  Mounted by a Half-Myrian, The Price of Hesitation
  Lost in a Trance
  Excuses, Excuses
  We didn't petch, but there was penetration.
  That Wet Dhani Shake
  Tinnok: The Hypocrite
  Tinnok: Overgiving Idiot Shyke-Head
  Maybe it would be best if she never woke... Ok, I didn't mean it quite like that.
  
  
  
• Equipment:
  
  Secret :

  Weapons:
  Sword breaker (heirloom): A well crafted and carefully balanced cold iron blade with a simple but effective design. The toothed edge is moderately worn from years of abuse, and the 'sharp' edge, while well maintained, is too thick to cut even leather. Its grip is composed of cloth, and the thick metal guard above it forms a cross on the blade. Its sheath is comprised largely of tough leather, and tipped with a steel bump so that the a shower of sparks like that of a flint and steel rains out from its mouth when the weapon is drawn.
  Light crossbow: A simple wooden crossbow with a standard design.
  *Magecrafted skyglass dagger: A near unbreakable dagger that can cut through even bone. It possesses some slight intelligence for an unknown reason.
  ClothingCloak, tunic, undershirt, boots, and a pair of pants
  housing1 large tent (4 person), large tarp, 100 ft of rope, bedroll, blanket, fishing tackle & hooks, a full set of tack, and a large set of saddlebags.
  TravelpackA very large back pack Svan uses when traveling. It can take time to fish things out of it.
  1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap), Food for a week, 1 eating knife, Flint & Steel, soap, oil x3, caltrops, lantern, 2 torches, acid vial, 2 maps region, 10 bolts, journal, ink, brown, green and orange ink, traveler's stock, water skin, flarepaste (half gone), grappling hook, medium bag of Ionu stars, preserving kit, quill, lazy gel, Krolar Poultice, Tulja Poultice,
  "battle" packA small flat backpack Svan bought for easy item access in battle. Fits under cloak and has a left/right pouch for bottles, jars, or similar items. It also has a pair of straps on the bottom for a scroll, net or other items that can be rolled up neatly. Svan never puts anything in the main pocket.
  The equipment inside varies depending on what he thinks he may need or want.
• money
  
  Secret :

  100 gold mizas
  http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post228361.html#p228361 (first part)
  
  Leather belt+buckle-4sm
  High boots-5 sm
  Wool pants- 5sm
  Cotton pants- 1 sm
  wool cloak-5sm
  leather vest-5gm
  canvas gloves-5sm
  2 cotton shirts-2sm
  cotton tunic+hood-5sm+5cm
  cotton tunic-5sm
  job merc+207gm
  living expenses-180gm
  http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post228361.html#p228361 (second part)
  Job (assistant)+168 gm
  Living expenses/Rent Summer -114.5gm
  
  
  
  119.5gm
  
  
• thread list

Prologue one: Innocence

A Simple Hunt (Isollana, Svan): http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic30104-10.html

Prologue two: Corruption

Prologue three: Lost

The Kuvarah episodes:
Cold-blood meets No-Blood (Kuv): http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic34025-20.html


Chapter one: Beginnings. (Winter512-early spring 513)
Stars Spinning around my Head: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic28324.html
Bizarre Day: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic28520.html
The Feline and the Snake. A Bite for Trickery: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic29438.html
Wrong-sword style in the right hand: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic30179.html
The Lost and Hopeless: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post294077.html#p294077

Chapter two: Humility (Spring 513)

The Time Together Will Be Relentless. [ Samantha ]: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic31797-30.html

Two Wrongs and a Right (Tinnok): http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic33682.html

Old Snake, New Tricks [Tinnok]: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic35210.html

Chapter Three: Restraint (Late spring 513-Unknown)

[Regional Quest] Invocation: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post247413.html#p247413

Fighting like a snake: http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic38346.html





Important PCs *In Svan's life...mainly for characters he meets several times.

Pivotal PCs: Those who have a key role in Svan's development. (two or more threads)

Samantha: A Sassy tiger Kelvic whom Svan loves to hate. Where ever the two are together arguments, and trouble are guaranteed to follow. Svan

Kuvarah: An undead Nuit that Svan once worked with for a while. They have developed an agreeable relationship with one another.

Tinnok: A half Myrian, half constrictor witch that Svan met in the jungles of Fayndar. He considers her to be stubborn, aggressive, and outspoken. And yet he still has a crush on her.

Kiyeri: A young Myrian outcast that Svan and Samantha picked up on the way to Lhavit. The snake has a...unique relationship with her.

Iskessah: An older Dhani that was used to boss him around. He has few fond memories of her, and holds a bit of a grudge as he sees her as the trigger that set off many of his mental problems.

Secondary PCs: Important PCs that haven't impacted his growth. (one-two threads)

Artur: A lovable bear Kelvic that Svan met in Alvadas

Durv: An assassin that Svan worked with once before.

[Licearsvansan]

. . ......... My journey is my destination. . . . .

Im doing the following for lols, and so that people can get a better feel for my character's personality if you want me to move it to a different spot simply tell me.


General Information
1. What is your Name?
Licearsvansan.
2. Do you go by a nickname or pet name?
Svansan is my formal nickname, but you can call me Svan, or Van.
3. How old are you?
117
4. What is your height?
5'9" in my human form
5. What is your weight?
I've never bothered to know.
■ Aesthetics
1. Describe yourself as you see yourself.
As a dhani[color]
2. Describe yourself as others typically see you.
[color=#FF8000]Before or after they have made me angry?
3. What is your favorite body feature?
Does the dhani form count as a body feature?
4. How physically fit are you?
Fit enough to make you wish I was never born
5. How do you typically dress and what is your style?
I dress to keep warm, why else?
■ Family
1. Who are your parents and what are they like?
Sociopathic might be an understatement for them.
2. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Several, but I never cared for them. However you just reminded me of a funny story. You see, my younger sister would always go on about how she would be able to boss me around when she got older because I'm a male. Well one day I got sick of hearing it so I looked her in the eyes and said, "no you won't", and then I killer her. Mother never found out.
3. What is your extended family like?
Oh you know, they were just like any other dhani family. All I can say is if you aren't a member of the family, and you are invited to the reunion, chances are you're on the menu.
4. Do you consider close friends as important or more/less important than family?
You assume I HAVE friends.
5. Do you treat animals like family?
I treat animals like snacks, but considering what I did to hide the body of my dead sister I guess you could say I treat them the same.
■ Location
1. Where were you born?
Southern Talderan nest
2. Where do you live now?
I live anywhere I please. If you have a problem with that then I have a problem with you, and I'm VERY thorough at solving problems.
3. If you could live anywhere in Mizahar where would that be?
No clue.
4. Do you have a favorite place to vacation or spend leisure time?
Not really.
5. Where do you fear to be?
7 feet underneath a tombstone.
■ Traits
1. Do you have any physical weaknesses (disease, scars, and missing limbs?)
A scar here and there, most serve to remind me that bar stools can be very effective weapons.
2. Are you right handed or left handed?
Right handed, my father was left handed so it made it difficult to learn any fighting skills from him.
3. What languages do you speak? What do you sound like? Do you have an accent?
I can only speak the basic dhani language and common. I can speak common without the accent, but people say I'm still a slow talker.
4. Do you have any odd mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Not aside from the fractured personality, and random uncontrollable compulsions I have to cause chaos. Its like having tourettes, but instead of cursing I just stab people and start forest fires*
5. Do you have (or want to get) any tattoos or piercing? Why do you have them (or will get them) ?
Does a gnosis mark count?
■ Occupations
1. What is your occupation?
Well I'm know to steal, loot, or scavenge to make my money. I take mercenary jobs when money gets tight.
2. Do you like/dislike your work? Why?
Its hardly work, but sure why not.
3. If you could be anything you wanted to, what would you be?
A god obviously! Siku is nice and all but I think we can all agree that godly powers look better on a man.
4. What occupation do you admire the most? Why?
Healers. I don't like the idea of doing it myself, but its hard not to respect their dedication...one even died to save my life once. I'd rather not go into details now...maybe a flashback kay?
5. What occupation do you least like? Why?
Um, artists. All they are good for is making stuff for me to destroy.
■ Childhood
1. What sort of child were you?
Good until my parents got hold of me.
2. What is your favorite memory from childhood?
The day I learned of Caiyha.
3. What is your worst memory from childhood?
Not sure, sometimes something from the early childhood pops up, and I'm left sleeping with my eyes open for a week
4. What sort of relationship did you have with your parents?
They were hard on me because they loved me...I kinda wish they didn't sometimes tho.
5. Who was your most influential rolemodel?
My mother, she was the leader of my family and best mentor in causing trouble.
■ Education
1. What sort of education do you have?
Moderate, nothing fancy. I did learn to count my alphabet backwards though. 9,8,7,6,5...
2. Do you like/dislike learning?
If it catches my fancy I cant stop. Otherwise I dont give a petch.
3. Where or how did you learn most of your skills/abilities?
You know, from stuff.
4. How do you learn best?
Suprisingly I learned my best tricks by having people use them on me first. Each of my scars is a new skill I've learned....its also a painful reminder of what NOT to do.
5. What are your educational goals for the future?
Learn...wait for it....stuff!
■ Relationships
1. Do you form close bonds with people? Why? Why not?
I form very close bonds with people. I've held a fair share of people close to my heart. On another note, did you know that a snake's heart is remarkably close to its stomach?
2. Do you trust people easily? If not, why not?
No, only an idiot would trust someone without reason.
3. Do you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else?
What the pecth does something else mean? Treesexual?!
4. Have you ever been kissed? If so, describe the first time.
Well I had half her face inside my mouth before I realized I was doing it wrong, and things went downhill from there.
5. Have you ever had sex? If so, describe the first time.
See this? This is the line, and THAT question I'm afraid, has crossed it. Now lets go onto a less personal topic.
■ Drugs and Alcohol
1. Have you ever been drunk? If so, describe your first time.
Well it was all black... and then I woke up and people told me I had a great time.
2. Do you like to drink on a regular basis?
No, I can never seem to find a barkeep when traveling. Pity too, they would make good money.
3. What sort of alcohol do you prefer?
The kind that goes in my mouth
4. Have you ever tried drugs (mood altering substances)? If so, which kinds and what did you think of them?
I once had some bad mushrooms. Next thing I remember there were three naked dead bodies next to me, one was missing his upper body and there was a lump in my stomach.
5. What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Be specific.
Not sure. I CAN tell you what I think about mushrooms now though.
■ Likes and Dislikes
1. What are your hobbies?
Other than causing pandemonium?
2. Do you like to read?
Sometimes.
3. What annoys you more than anything else?
Being asked stupid questions.
4. What do you find the most relaxing activity to do?
Kill people who ask me dumb questions.
5. What kinds of things embarrass you? Why?
Being embarassed implies that I have failed at something, and that never happens.
■ Favorites
1. What is your favorite color or colors?
grey, brown
2. What is your favorite time of day?
Warm parts
3. What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
My refelection?
4. What do you like to eat? What do you hate to eat?
Currently I hate jerky. A good human tastes divine when prepared properly.
5. What is your favorite type of weather? Does any kind scare you?
I like the sun. However I hate it when it rains those icy flakes of death
■ Outlook
1. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?
Narrcissistic
2. What are your religious views?
I worship Caiyha.
3. Would you be able to kill?
You are 70 years late to ask that question buddy.
4. What are your views on sex?
Why am I trying to view someone else having sex? If you want something done right...
5. What, in your opinion, makes a successful life?
The journey.
■ Actions
1. What is the worst and best thing you’ve ever done?
The best thing I've ever done is setting a tree on fire which spread to surround an entire village. That poor settlement went up in flames before you could spell out my name! Ah, the good old days. I suppose Caiyha wasn't to fond of that though. I guess that makes it the best and the worst.
2. What is your greatest regret?
Read previous answer
3. What is your best/worst memory?
Best is when I torched that villiage. Worst is when I woke up naked, next to three guys, one without Upper body, and a lump in my stomach.
4. If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be and why?
Never do mushrooms kids.
5. What are you the most proud of doing in your life?
Being the amzing serpent that I am.
■ Emotions
1. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings with others?
2. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
3. What makes you happy?
4. Who or what, if anything, would you die for?
5. What makes you angry?
■ Relationships
1. In general, how do you treat others?
2. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
3. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
4. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If not, describe an ideal lover.
5. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
■ Group Situations
1. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
2. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
3. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
4. Do you care what others think of you?
5. What do you think of others, in general?
■ Self Image
1. What is your greatest strength as a person?
2. What is your greatest weakness?
3. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
4. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
5. Are you generally organized or messy?
■ Beliefs
1. What God or Goddess do you find most appealing, if any?
2. Which God or Goddess do you fear, if any?
3. Do you have any Gnosis Marks? If so, how did you receive them?
4. What lengths would you go to to please your deity?
5. Where do you draw the line at pleasing your deity? What is too much?
■ Life & Death
1. What do you absolutely live for?
2. What is the best part of life?
3. What is the best part of death?
4. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
5. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

*Tourette syndrome is a serious issue and any suffering this in real life should be treated with respect. Not all who suffer this disorder swear uncontrollably like I implied above.