Hannovi Chonac Race: Eypharian Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: 5,Spring, 496 A.V. Birthplace: Sunberth Occupation: Current Location: Sunberth Housing: Tent City Fluent Language: Common Basic Language:Arunemic Poor Language: Shiber Heirloom: A hooded cloak Appearance: 6'4 with long scruffy hair, Hannovi's hazel eyes is what one would notice first followed by his muscular build and six long arms sporting tattoos that wrap around the limbs a meet at the back completing the tribal tattoo covering his chest, back, and abdomen. Character Concept A humble person quick to listen and slow to speak, Hannovi moves in his own time. Being underprivileged, uneducated and plainly inexperienced, he does not know what he wants to do with his life. Existing only to survive, life is day to day for the six armed male. Secluded to himself he minds his own. Not initiating common conversation without purpose. Anti-social at its finest, it would not take one long to learn of the private man once they got past the paranoia and distrust of others. Searching for his own skewed definition of completion or closure, he searches with his heart for the answers it yearns. Currently. After spending majority of his life in Syliras and failing at becoming a squire, his travels have brought him back home to the lawless city, Sunberth. Producing no progress towards increasing his strength or finding any trace of his parents outside of some basic knowledge picked up from Syliras, his moral has fallen low. Not the same Hannovi he was pre-adventure, Sunberth becomes the new front for the young male. Character History Growing up, Hannovi didn't have the luxury of being fed with a silver spoon. He was poor. Worse than that, he was poor and in Sunberth. Everyday was a constant battle of trying to find food, staying alive, and avoiding slavery. Though he didn't have little to anything, he had his family. His father a fighter and his mother a prostitute, both using their talents to put food on the table while he stayed home cleaning and tending to the room they lived in. Things weren't as bad as they seemed. Yes they were poor, but they had each other. When time allowed they'd all go into the one small bedroom of the decomposing house and he would listen to his parents tell stories of great adventures and journeys that they had taken. His mother spoke of being of a wealthy family and giving it all up to be with his father who was a slave visiting her city. Her parents disproved but she bought him, set him free, and ran away with nothing but the clothes on their backs until they hit Sunberth where they settled. These were the good times for Hannovi . He didn't know if the stories were true, but they did make him feel good. Other times, he would be learning to speak their native tongue, Arunemic, along with Common and the little Shiber she did know from his mother. Though a slave, his father was a honorable man, and a crook. Humbled by his life he would do anything for the sake of family, even if it meant doing things some would look down upon. Hannovi loved him regardless and took his lessons as gifts from the gods. Everything seemed to be good for them until one fateful day. His father came home from another fight in a frantic quickly yelling to his mother who then moved faster than he did. The two snatched Hannovi placing a hooded robe over his body before dragging him to a ship and tossing a pouch full of miza to someone and sending him off without even a goodbye. Hannovi watched as the ship pulled away from the docks carrying him further away from his parents, his home. The last glimpse he caught of his mother and father were them yelling that they loved him and to be safe. He never knew what happened that day, or why, and at the age of 8 everything he called home slowly disappeared into the horizon. Finishing his childhood in Syliras proved difficult. He was young, homeless, and heartbroken. Having only the little knowledge his parents invested, he did not get very far. He managed to survive as he always did. Scraps. Often digging through trash for his next meal if not trailing others for their crumbs, caused him grow lean and weakened, as well as hardening his body, training it to maintain from the little whatever's he could force himself to eat. Life wasn't all bad. There were those that fed and housed him at times. One man even showed enough generosity to learn the young boy a bit of combat to help defend himself properly. It wasn't until he became of age and joined the squires did he begin to strengthen himself, but even that was short lived. Having a labored life formed a twisted viewpoint of moral for the Eypharian. Living in the constant loop of adapting, surviving and conquering, his tribulations made him the person he is to date. |