Ronan Frostfawn |
Appearance Race: Vantha Gender: Male Age: 26 Birthday: 17th of Fall, AV 487 Birthplace: Avanthal Appearance: The man was clearly a Vantha, built with the usual features so common amongst his kin. His build could be described as compact, shaped with the usual lack of frivolity or excess that his cold, frozen home would allow. He had managed to reach a height of 5'10", appearing particularly average in a crowd, not drawing any particular attention to himself though it meant he stood a little taller than most of his own kind. His face was rather plain and unassuming, it could've easily broken into a friendly smile as his dark brow could have furrowed into a stern frown, and neither were beyond him. His eyes were small and deep set, their colour constantly shifting and swirling into a medley of colours, very rarely did one take total prominence. Time changes all of us Across his jaw a fine brown stubble would often been seen, in another time and place it used to be a thick braided beard but circumstances had forced him to shave it close to the skin for comfort, rarely allowing it to develop into anything that would be considered a beard. His hair, like his beard, was dark brown, almost black in face and used to be a long and braided in place but nowadays it was cut short for convenience and comfort however still in the right light, green highlights could been seen rippling across his crown. Eye Colours Excited - Vibrant green Content - Sapphire blue Annoyed - Pale grey Curious - Intense red Confused - Rusty orange Shy - Pale Yellow Amorous - Pastel green Happy - Vivid magenta Angry- Light turquoise Character Concept Ronan was a man who longed for adventure, his desire for his own to story to be worth telling has fuelled him through most challenges he has face so far and hopes that it will aid him through any more he may encounter. This could be derived from an ego and shallowness but more likely it stems from his culture's love of dramatic tales, enchanting him from a young age to see what could be found from the rest of the world. He's friendly enough for most people to like him, always quick with a joke and advice or the offer of a drink, he can be a little bit distant at times, favouring his work over socializing but not offensively so, just a taste of the icy land he lived in. He is unwavering to those he calls true friends, not the people he meets once a week for a quick chat but friends who have been there through thick and thin. He has a deep love of stories and music, working far better than drink in helping him unwind and open up. His own personal morals are never set in stone, they are much more like the vast ocean in that they can change every day though he leans towards what most would consider to be "good" even if only slightly. He believes keeping a clear, cool head whenever a decision is to be made is vital to remain impartial and unbiased since the world isn't black and white to him but rather infinite shades of grey. That's not to say he is calm or composed at all times, he finds it just as easy to have a clouded mind and judgement like most Character History So far Ronan's story has been a simple one, something he plans of changing. He was born on the 17th of Fall, AV 487 to a happy pair of parents in the majestic city of Avanthal. His father, Koren Frostfawn, was a hunter in Avanthal, charged with braving the wilderness to hunt game while his mother, Senra Frostfawn who was originally part of the Whitevine Hold, helped care and tend to the animals that were part of the Frostfawn family. Ronan naturally gravitated to his father's trade believing that he would find adventure and mystery out in the wilds, learning how to track animals, survive for a time in the wilderness and become a decent enough shot with a shortbow as he did so. The reality wasn't as exciting as he thought, there was a certain thrill to it but the game he tracked was hardly worthy of the stories he so eagerly listened to as a small child, even if it could be spun into a fine tale. Things started to change when he turned sixteen as he finally reached maturity as he was blessed with his first mark from Morwen, expectations changed and these were expectations he didn't like. He still craved adventure, and short of joining up with the Icewatch all that awaited for him was marriage, a family and a lifetime of freezing his balls off during the hunt. It was a fate he managed to put off for a fair few years but each season that past more and more pressure was laid on his shoulders so he decided to leave Avanthal. It was a decision that wasn't easy for the man, not a day goes by when he doesn't think about the true home he left behind, and if Dira doesn't claim him first he will go home with a story worth telling. By the Summer of AV 514 he had joined up as a squire with possibly the most well-known faction in Mizahar; The Syliran Knights. Language Fluent Language: Vani Basic Language: Common Skills
Gnosis Ice Reaving, 1 Mark - The mark manifests itself as a snowflake on the underside of his right wrist. The mark is fantastically detailed, like each snowflake it is completely unique and the mark itself is very faint, almost translucent and appeared to shimmer in the light. Lores Lore of Vantha Culture Lore of Avanthal Geography Possessions Shortbow Shortbow Arrows (20) 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple 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 100 Gold Mizas 1 set of plate armor - (Loaned) -Gardbrace -Pauldrons -Vambraces -Gauntlets -Breastplate -Cuisses -Poleynes -Greaves -Solarets -Chainmail Shirt -Chainmail Leggings 1 Wooden Metal Core Heavy Mac(Loaned) 1 Small Round Wooden Shield (Loaned) 1 Heavy Mace (Loaned) Heirloom: A leather quiver, a true example of Vantha craftsmanship showing of high quality leather, flawless stitching and the hardiness of the Vantha. Housing Location: Syliras House: The Garrison Ledger
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