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Appearance: Approximately 6' even and weighing in at 170 lbs, Davarin is a bit larger than the average of his kin but smaller than most humans. His hair is grey with streaks of white flicking through from the temples, and worn short and slicked back from his face in a haphazard manner. His skin is as pale as any others of his kind, and a few grey marks that could be veins but are more likely scars cross up his jaw on the left side. Most strikingly, his eyes are a vibrant golden color, although heavily lidded most of the time.
He tends to dress simply, but colorfully. His hygiene is kept quite fastidiously, and yet there's a roughness to his features that suggests a harder life than one might be expected to lead. Unlike most of his kind he keeps his toenails unfiled, preferring light sandles, and prefers to keep his lower face covered with a silk scarf that has a number of Symenos glyphs strewn across it.
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Davarin is a reclusive and quiet Symenestran in his mid teenage years, who's awkwardness and social anxiety belies a confident and analytical mind, and has a natural reluctance for forming close attachments. Having been trained to embody an ideology he finds deplorable, he was conditionally exiled from his home unless he carries out a successful Harvest, as directed by his xenophobic and nationalistic family. Though he's received considerable (for his age) training in, and has somewhat of a passion for, the skills necessary for him to successfully carry out his directive Davarin has much more interest in the healing arts. Because of this, you're likely to find him helping set broken noses after the bar brawl finally cools down.
History
The Son :
Davarin's father, Divasta, was the second son of a relatively influential merchant web in Kalinor. Chafing at his status as subordinate to his older brother but fearful of a direct approach, Divasta schemed with another family, promising to ally their houses in exchange for the hand of their youngest daughter and the knowledge it would take to ensure success. A plan was laid, one many years in the making, and Davarin was conceived along the way. Born trueblooded by natural birth, Davarin was without a mother at his very first breath.
The Child :
There was little love for Davarin in his household. To most of them he was just a tool to obtain power, to his mother's family he was the thing that had killed their child, and to both he was less than a person. He was the eldest son of his immediate family however, and that meant he had one purpose in life. To Harvest. He was raised from a young age with that in mind, that the glory and survival of his name demanded he go out into the world and bring surrogates home so that his bloodline may continue. His father was ruthless in pushing Davarin, and lessons began early, meant to harden a young boy into a weapon sooner rather than later.
The Teenager :
As the boy grew, he struggled at school. Not for lack of wit, he was rather smart, but he had difficulty making friends. His father encouraged him to shun any Symenestra that weren't trueblooded, and his busy lifestyle left little room for forming any kind of social bond. He became a bit of a loner, and was often pushed around a fair bit for it. At home things were even more high pressure, and he spent significant amounts of time training and learning beyond what was expected his peers. Between the combat training, the lessons in Fratava, the conditioning, Flux education by way of his new in-laws, and the grooming, Davarin did manage to cultivate a relationship with his uncle and some of his cousins however.
The Betrayal :
As his bond with his uncle and his cousins grew, Davarin began to flourish. His uncle had been on several successful harvests, and was training his own son to take up his mantle. Davarin, starving for someone close to his own age group, quickly formed an amiable rivalry with his cousin, and the two became fierce competitors and fast friends. Davarin also met his cousin's sister in law during this time period, and found himself smitten with her. Saniseer was a surrogate born descendant of one of Davarin's Uncle's friends, thus Divasta did not approve.
Still, Davarin was actually happy for once in his life, until the night of his first gleaning, when him, his cousin, and a few family retainers travelled to Alvadas. His entire world was turned on its head, and it came to light that his relationship with his uncle and cousins had been encouraged to place elements of his own family in a position to strike. Davarin fought against his bondsmen to save the life of his cousin, but it was in vain, as the realization came on the heels of an intentionally punishing magical training session and he was far too weak to really contribute to the fight. His friends, his real family, and even the woman he cared for were all murdered within the space of that week, and Davarin returned home to a life made of ashes.
The Scion :
Davarin's transgression was not overlooked by his father, and his punishment was harsh. He was sentenced to a savage training regimen, as well as a term serving the family surrogates. Davarin alternated between ministering to the needs of women doomed to die, and having the stuffing beaten out of him by his family retainers, for months before he was informed he was beginning his Harvest early, as his father had taken another wife and expected to have another son. Davarin was to leave immediately, and to return in four years having gleaned much and harvested to a satisfactory degree, or consider himself banished. He left the next morning with a Svefra pod destined for Lhavit and next to nothing to his name, ashamed, with everything he knew stripped from him. His purpose in life was no longer palatable to him, as he had seen with his own eyes what surrogacy meant, and thusly was his birthright denied to him. He found what little solace he could in tending to the wounded whenever sailors and practicing his crude but serviceable Fratava, and soon developed a rudimentary friendship with a few of the people he served with, until coming finally to Lhavit.
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Heirloom: A white silk scarf fashioned from a Symenestran women's shawl, the fabric seems to bear a family name embroidered on the inside near the front that has Opalgloam stones sewn into the embroidery. A memento of better times and loved ones, both lost and left behind.
Housing
Where The Heart Is :
Location: Lhavit
House:The Okomo Estates A small 20x20 stone cottage near the outside of the Estates, the windows are often kept shuttered, and it would seem unoccupied were it not for the disastrous attempt that was the front garden and the Symenestran occupant that could be periodically seen reading or meditating in it. The inside is kept fastidiously clean, and if anybody ever felt the compulsion to visit, they might wonder at the sheet jerry-rigged into a hammock between the bedpost and the hearth.
Ledger
Can't Take It With You :
Total: 55 Ki
Purchase
Cost
Total
Starting
+100 GM
100 GM
Currency Exchange
-100 GM/ +100 Ki
100 Ki
Poor Lifestyle for Fall 520
-45 Ki
55 Ki
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