Seran

[Seran]

Seran The Falcon Name: Seran Race: Unbonded Kelvic (Peregrine Falcon) Gender: Male Age: 3 Birthday: 6th Spring 511 AV Physical Description: (Human Form) Seran is a short man of slight build. Standing at only 5"4' and weighing in at 140 lb, Seran is not know for his physical prowess. His skin is tanned and lightly weathered from living near the sea all his life, and especially his hands are calloused from his work as a boatman. Despite his diminutive size, his muscled limbs are extremely fast and he is very agile. Seran's hair is long and shaggy, dark brown with white at the ends. He has shown no sign of growing facial hair aside from a barely visible scruff on his chin. Underneath his unkempt hair, his hawkish eyes stare intensely at those around him. This, coupled with his distinctly hawkish nose are the greatest hints at his animal side. Often times when he is out in the wild he will refrain from hindering clothing but he most often wears simple trousers, a loose-fitting shirt, leather boots and a tricorn when he sails. (Falcon Form) Seran's falcon shape is distinct in the whitish ends of his feathers, a trait that arose from salt clinging to him in both shapes. Still young, his plumage remains brown with undertones of black on his back. His throat and belly are the whitest feathers on his body and they almost conceal the natural beige from his birth. Seran's talons are black with salt stains, but these are not as permanent as his feathers and can be removed with enough washing. His beak is average and his eyes are black, just like non-kelvic falcons. Home Region: Zeltiva, Sylira Character Concept: Seran is an explorer, a sailor and an adventurer at heart. He seeks new locations and loves to make new discoveries. Seldom unfriendly, he tends to welcome everyone into his social circle and rarely counts on first impressions. However, once he does make his judgement he tends to be rather set in his ways. If you have the misfortune of being deemed an enemy or foe of his, he will never back down. Also, even though Seran is friendly to all, this is mostly his acquired humanity. He can be antisocial at best and reclusive at worse when he is distressed or in a foul mood. Personality Merit and Flaws: + Friendly to most + Loves adventure and fun + Likes to explore, discover and learn new things - Set in his ways - Antisocial or even reclusive when distressed - Won't back down of his own will Starting Package: 1 simple shirt (White) 1 simple pair of pants (brown) 1 pair of undergarments (clean XD) 1 pair of boots (Brown leather) 1 cloak (navy) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Father's Sword (Heirloom) 100 gold rimmed Mizas 1 large tent (4 person), large tarp, 100 ft of rope, flint & steel, lantern, 2 torches, bedroll, blanket, fishing tackle & hooks, a compass, a riding horse, a full set of tack, and a large set of saddlebags. Horse Info : Gildling: Sol Size: 14'3hh Color: Dun with pale luminous coat. Purpose: Riding Location: Throughout Mizahar . Value: 100 gm. Special Abilities: Gildlings tend to glow in the dark (and seem shimmering in the daylight), making them invaluable for night or storm travel. Gildlings are mischievous creatures that tend to find trouble or play pranks on their riders. They are surefooted and strong, appealing to those horse owners that simply 'want something different'. Skills: Acrobatics 15/100 (Starting Package) Climbing 5/100 (Starting Package) Sailing 20/100 (Starting Package) Weapon: Shortsword 5/100 (Starting Package) Horsemanship 5/100 (Starting Package) Hunting 10/100 (Racial Bonus) Lore: Lore - Knows how to toe a bowline knot. Lore - Can find thermals in the air when he flies.

[Seran]

Seran The Falcon's History Prologue Edward Sully and Susan Sully (née Thomas) met in the Autumn of 500 AV. Edward had only just turned 18 and had big ambitions. Wishing to attend the University of Zeltiva and learn seafaring skills, he had come from a family of farmers in Syliras. Susan meanwhile also 18, had lived in Zeltiva all her life and had decided to take up magic and the more arcane studies of the college. The first day of classes, each caught the others eye and they couldn't look away. The two only exchanged a few minutes of small talk that first day but both were deeply curious. Time passed and life went on and Edward and Susan seldom met the first year of education. The west wing's rigorous work left Edward dead tired at the end of each day while Susan's homework kept her up into early morning. In the end, their relationship was sparked with the aid of Farren Loftus, a local falconer. Susan was given respite by her teachers who favoured her hard work, and a crash course in falconry was proffered to her by Farren when they chanced upon each other in the market. Similarly, Edward chose to supplement his sailor's skills with falconry as such a bird could prove useful on voyages. Thus Farren would soon find himself stuck between the two in the peak of spring, a prospect which overwhelmed him quickly enough. In fact, these two resulted in Loftus seriously reconsidering whether he should teach at all. But that's a story for another day. 28th of Spring 501 AV 9th hour of the morning It was a balmy spring morning when Farren stood at the end of Cerulean Pier with his falcon obediently waiting on his arm. His two students were late, he thought with some annoyance. They were supposed to have arrived at the ninth hour for his first lesson. It was then that he turned around to see the two students entranced with each other. He rolled his eyes with an expression of amusement and tapped his foot. Edward had woken at a quarter to the ninth and rushed out of his dormitory. He had nearly collided with several people as he dashed down the street towards the pier. He made it just as the bell rang to signal the ninth hour and he leaned on one of the pier houses to catch his breath. Glancing up, he gasped as the beautiful woman he'd met last year walked swiftly towards the pier. The sound of his jaw dropping could have been heard in Syliras. Susan hadn't slept a wink that night. She heard the bell of the eighth hour and she banged her head against the table. Then the sound of birds outside her dormitory reminded her of her supposed respite. "It'll be fun!" Farren had told her, his manner cheery. She grumbled and pushed herself from her desk to get freshened up. Ten minutes to the ninth hour and she was sprinting through the halls and to her annoyance, a professor accosted her to scold her rambunctious behaviour. His ending comment about how she was clearly tardy for a date had especially incensed her but at the same time her thoughts drifted to the handsome boy she remembered. Edward was deep in conversation with Susan when a falcon landed on his head. Susan couldn't help but giggle when he tried to shoo it away and the bird stoically held its ground. Farren smugly strolled up to the couple and raised an eyebrow, "You know, I could have taught you how to tell him to get off." Edward shrugged his shoulders in dismissal and to his surprise the falcon took off and perched on Farren. "See, you figured it out yourself!" Susan for her part, marvelled at the beautiful animal. "What's her name?" Farren scratched his head and looked at the falcon with wry humour. "His name is Seran, after my grandfather. You may pet him if you'd like." Susan nodded her apology and immediately began to stroke its feathered back. Over the course of the next seven years, the couple grew both as individuals and in their relationship. Many sunsets on the pier, afternoons hiking and excursions in the bay were the backdrop for their affections. Eventually on the eve of their graduation from the University, Edward invited her to join him on Cerulean Pier. They walked along the houses, admiring the sea fare but mostly enjoying their last evening as students. When the sun touched the horizon, and Susan watched in awe as it fell with almost unprecedented brilliance she remarked, "Edward, in all my years in Zeltiva, I have never seen a more dazzling sunset than that... Edward?" She looked beside her to see why he didn't respond and she gasped in amazement. For at her feet knelt Edward, holding up a sparkling sapphire ring. "Susan Thomas, would you do me the honour of being my bride? Will you marry me?" At first, she had no words and tears flowed down her cheeks. A shadow of doubt flickered in Edward's eyes then but she found her voice and screamed, "Yes! Oh yes, I will marry you Edward! I love you!" He smiled and silently reprimanded himself for doubting her. "As do I," and they both embraced as the sun set behind them. 6th of Spring 511 AV, 5th hour of the morning A cry came from the quiet cottage in the early dusk. Susan winced as her baby finally arrived into the world. Edward smiled and squeezed her hand reassuringly. The midwife also smiled enthusiastically as they severed the umbilical cord and handed the child to her mother. "Right as rain miss, that's a healthy baby you've got." Susan kissed her child's cheek and sighed, "That was tough." Edward frowned, his brow creased in worry. "Are you all right my love?" Susan was pale and she began to shudder. With a frightened look in her eyes, she handed Edward the baby and looked to the midwife. The woman was in a state of disbelief, "The birth was completely healthy, no complications whatsoever..." Edward clutched his child to his chest and held Susan's face in his hand. Tears welled in his eyes but he didn't let them fall, not yet. Susan looked to him, her face twisted in pain and fear and then the life left her eyes. Edward bowed his head in grief, and then carried his child into another room. The baby's cries were accompanied by the sound of shovelling much later and Edward buried Susan quickly and quietly. Erecting a simple but well-made gravestone, he strode back inside. He did after all, have a son to raise.

[Seran]

The Falcon's Finances Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Gold Mizas 100 GM Summer 514 AV Living Expenses -45 GM 55 GM

[Vard Briar]

The Falcon's Features   Injuries None Currently   Scars and Marks Pale Diagonal Gash on right wrist (Fully Healed, inflicted on the 90th of Summer 514 AV)   Tattoos None Currently

[Seran]

The Falcon's Full Stock   Weapons and Armour Father's Sword (Heirloom) 1 simple shirt (White) 1 simple pair of pants (brown) 1 pair of undergarments (clean XD) 1 pair of boots (Brown leather) 1 cloak (navy)   Supplies 1 Waterskin, Food for a Week, 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap),   Tools Flint & Steel, 1 eating knife, 1 Backpack, 1 used and chewed up quill   Camp 1 large tent (4 person), large tarp, 100 ft of rope, flint & steel, lantern, 2 torches, bedroll, blanket, fishing tackle & hooks, a compass, a riding horse, a full set of tack, and a large set of saddlebags.

[Seran]

The Falcon's Skills Skills Starting Earned Racial Total Acrobatics +15 0 0 15 Climbing +5 0 0 5 Sailing +20 +5 0 25 Weapon:Shortsword +5 0 0 5 Horsemanship +5 0 0 5 Hunting 0 0 +10 10 Cooking 0 +1 0 1 Observation 0 +2 0 2 Socialization 0 +5 0 5 Running 0 +2 0 2 Planning 0 +1 0 1 Navigation (Sea) 0 +2 0 2 Rhetoric 0 +1 0 1 Endurance 0 +3 0 3

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The Falcon's Lore   Crafting Knows how to tie a bowline knot.   Arts Cooking: Seagull On A Spit   Personal Knows how to find thermals in the air. Observational Insight: Sizing Up A Deal Social Nuance: Getting To Know You Plan: How To Approach In A Non-Threatening Manner Memory: The Beauty Of The Sea   Sailing Sailing: Steering A Dinghy Sailing: Securing The Sail Sailing: The Importance of a Lifeline   People Black: A Woman Who Blends In Black: A Thief Black: Wants Informants Enthere: A Woman Who Wants Answers Ricky: A Reimancer Ricky: A Wave Guard

[Seran]

The Falcon's Former Fibres Summer of 514 AV The Falcon's First Flight 6th of Summer Spoils: Fanciful! : Seran : Skills: Cooking | +1 EXP Observation | +2 EXP Socialization | +3 EXP Running | +1 EXP Planning | +2 EXP Loot: Lost Father's Sword Lores: Cooking: Seagull On A Spit Observational Insight: Sizing Up A Deal Social Nuance: Getting To Know You Black: A Woman Who Blends In Black: A Thief Black: Wants Informants Plan: How To Approach In A Non-Threatening Manner Enthere: A Woman Who Wants Answers Graded The Falcon's Regret 17th of Summer Spoils: Fanciful! : Seran : Skills: Rhetoric | +3 EXP Interrogation | +1 EXP Observation | +2 EXP Persuasion | +2 EXP Negotiation | +1 EXP Horsemanship | +1 EXP Loot: Seran has gained his father's sword back! Lores: Observational Insight: The Visual Cues of a Flippant Lie Black: Tricky and Resourceful Liar Black: Has An Interest In Information Black: Information Point of Contact Graded The Falcon's Ship 90th of Summer Spoils: Fanciful! : Skills: Sailing | +5 EXP Navigation (sea) | +2 EXP Rhetoric | +1 EXP Socialization | +2 EXP Endurance | +3 EXP Injuries: The cut on Seran's wrist shall heal quite expediently if kept clean! In its place shall arise a diagonal scar, ever serving as a reminder of his misadventure. Lores: Sailing: Steering A Dinghy Sailing: Securing The Sail Sailing: The Importance of a Lifeline Ricky: A Reimancer Ricky: A Wave Guard Memory: The Beauty of the Sea Graded