Name: Kyole Vastanik
Race: Akalak
DoB: 15 Winter 339AV (Age 173)
PoB: Riverfall
Title: Owner of Kyole's Butcher Shop
Skills: Food Preservation - 82, Butchery - 90, Cooking - 29, Weapon: Cleaver - 42, Hunting - 58, Negotiation - 40, Rhetoric - 61
Gnosis: None
Additional Info: Kyole Vastanik stands at 7’2” tall and has a large, athletic build. Most women would say he has a pleasing face, if it weren’t always distorted in a weird expression during his practical jokes at the shop. He has dark brown eyes, a long, narrow nose and short, thick lips. His face is clean shaven, with black hair that would fall just beyond his shoulder if it were constantly tied back into the cloth he keeps wrapped around his head when handling the food. If he’s not found at the shop in his usual attire, Kyole can normally be found wearing a casual pair of brown leather pants, shin high black leather boots, and a simple white tunic with an open front.
Kyole Vastanik was one of the few children who cut up and field dressed the Glassbeak he killed during his Rite of Trial, and many of his peers and even those who supervised their hunt, found he did it much more efficiently than those who had been doing it for years before him. So it came to no surprise by any of his family when he announced his plans to prepare and sell meat, providing for Riverfall for those who had the coin, but no skill at obtaining such foods on their own.
Kyole is often a warm and welcoming individual, whether to those he sees on the street or the customers who comes into his shop. If you have a question about field dressing your animals, he will be happy to answer. If there is a particular meat you are looking for, he’ll normally have it if the animal isn’t rare or out of season. Whatever the reason people approach him for, they often find Kyole one of the easiest Akalak’s to befriend in the city, it’s those who know of his mischievous Dark brother that they could do without. While some of the Dark Akalak’s are violent, others manipulative, and other’s still just a complete ass, Kyole’s dark brother is a prankster, often surfacing to come out of the back room of his shop screaming with some butchered meat hanging from the sleeve of his tunic like bloody chunks where his hand would normally be. Other times, especially if out in the street, he will slip pieces of meat to other’s waists just for the opportunity to see dogs chasing after them, or fish just to see people and the victim of his joke, react to the smell. Likely the cruelest joke Kyole’s dark brother played, was on Nevar, who generally is Kyole’s first customer of the day. Nevar one morning was found screaming for guards and sentries when he came into Kyole’s butcher shop to see Kyole laying on the floor, one of his cleavers stuck into a bloodied heave of sliced flesh along Koyle’s chest. Only when several people and guards had gathered, did Kyole’s dark half suddenly burst out laughing, pulling the cleaver and a large chunk of destroyed meat from his chest, revealing his ruse. While several had laughed, Nevar did not, and it took Kyole two years to pay off the fine he was levied with for such. In the end, his brother thought it worth it.