Caridan

[Caridan]

Name: Caridan Redding Gender: Male Age: 25 Birth date: 2nd of Summer 488AV Race: Half Svefra half Human Language: Common

[Caridan]

Skills Herbalism 26sp 26 competent Poison crafting 11sp+15rb 26 competent Philtering 8sp 8 novice Botany 5sp 5 novice Lore: Poisonfcrafting - Strychnine Syliran flora

[Caridan]

Professions: Caridan's passion lies in botany. It is the unspoiled joy of creating life from a little seed, cultivating, watching it grow and prosper and finally harvesting its delicate child to create something powerful. Apart from the commonly known textbook cures, he devotes his time to create his own concoctions both in aid of healing and those designed to kill. Whilst his specialism lies in the medicinal purposes of different plants, Caridan doesn't avert his eyes from their other uses which he cultivates in spare time. Poison crafting:   Poison families known arboreal, fungi, vine, non-Ferrous Metal   Known poisons Poisons known: Strychnine - a poison derived from the seeds of the Strychnos tree, which his father had once brought back from Eyktol. Only once. This lethal poison causes the body to spasm uncontrollably, killing the victim with a truly agonising death. As a child Caridan had assisted his father in crafting Strychnine , still having the pages in his book to remind him of the many rat lives he laid to waste. Even now he'd be able to easily repeat the making of this poison but those seeds are difficult to obtain. Herbalism: Whilst he does possess a reasonable knowledge of medicinal herbs on the physical level and a general understanding of their use to cure the body, Caridan's main expertise lies the the well being of the mind. He's far more interested in narcotics, often stretching to even hallucinogens which makes his practice quite radical in comparison with traditional, textbook herbalism. There have been times when he'd use unsuspecting patients as test subjects for his newest concoction but has been more weary of doing so since.

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Appearance:A man of porcelain, tall and, much like a doll, so very fragile. Caridan is underweight slightly yet remains pleasant to the eyes. A bold statement of beauty. Light twinkles in his eyes, pale and blue like the misty mornings in lake Ravok; and equally as ambient. Crow-black hair frames his face, falling just below his shoulders like hushed waves, often swept from his handsome feature, other times idling about his eyes. More often than not he's dressed immaculately, even if his clothes lack the splendour he'd yearn for. None the less he takes pride in his appearance - always groomed, clean and well presented which includes the mannerism of a gentleman and elegant nomenclature. History: Caridan's history had never any shadows of doubt about it, even in retrospect of his youth. He knew all too well that at the age of almost one he'd been dumbed on his human father's doorstep by his harlot Svefra mother who had been almost half his father's age. And thus how it all began; an upbringing laced with long nights over numerous books, strict education and care from a man who forgot what it meant to be a child. The only fault Caridan saw within his father, Merric Redding, was the man's alcoholism which eventually killed him. His father was his everything even though their relationship grossly lacked intimacy. They'd speak to each other casually by their first names, never speaking the word "dad" or "son. Merric would make lude remarks and distasteful jokes at an age too young and taught his son the art of killing before the boy had learned to walk. The creation of poisons was their father-son time, their own personal Shangri La. He'd lived a somewhat alienated childhood, though his father cared to teach him social skills perhaps a tad too well. He'd been required to learn the beauty of figurative language as well as the importance of an unyielding thirst for knowledge. This man made him, shaped him and created who he had become.   Friends name-relationship-history   Foes name-relationship-history

[Caridan]

Ledger: + 100gm [starting pacage] - 2gm [coffer] -1gm 9sm 2cm temper3 medium pots (6sm each) and 3 temper starter plants (7sm each) -20gm Poison crafting kit -20gm herbalist's kit Total: 56gm 8sm

[Caridan]

Clothing: Simple clothing set : - shirt -trousers -coat -shoes -underwear Profession: Poison crafter's kit Herbalist's kit 3 Temper plants Other possessions: 1 Water skin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Ravokian citizenship registration papers Coffer Heirloom: His father's book of poisons. A heavy tome, old and tattered, bound by hard leather covers. Some pages threaten to fall out, others have been stuck in right and left, fleeing for freedom every time the book is opened. It's scrawled with tiny writing, cramming information on every possible surface, even inside the covers. Many of the pages are graced with illustrations of different plants and equipment required to create the poisons. This book only contains poisons from the arboreal and fungi family. Housing: It is a modest loft above a small book shop, a little while up from the docks in Ravok. Its a cramped space yet serves its purpose as a safe heaven for his purposes. Adorned with medicinal herbs and pots and plants all cramped by the single, north pointing window, or spice and dried fruits hanging from the creaking wooden beams, the home smells like a cacophony of potent incense. There is a simple but large hearth lining the only vertical wall and precisely opposite, nested in the darkest corner is a single bed. A table and a chair beside it with a coffer upon it, the contents of which is lined with interesting substances and his father's poison crafting books. This box is always locked and Caridan always wears the key around his neck.

[Caridan]

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