Dhalvasha Hysalv

[Dhalvasha]

Dhalvasha Hysal Abominable is just Revolutionary waiting for culture to catch up Basic Information Race: Symnestra Birthday & Age :35 Autumn 481 AV (29 years old) Gender: Male Physical Description : “When we meet, it won’t be my thoughts you’ll be judging. A well-dressed man is a successful man. As a culture we never seem to believe the meticulously managed could be a significant threat…and who am I to refute the stereotype? After all, I am only a humble doctor.” Dhalvasha principally adorns himself in shades of black, noting that the color compliments his skin. He stands at a willowy 6’4 with long white hair usually tied into a well groomed pony tail to avoid getting in the way. He is usually meticulously groomed, finding appearance suites him and disdaining the scruffiness that comes with uncivilized conduct. His eyes are tinged red and though his figure is almost girlish in shape, his face is distinctly male. The long black nails that compliment all Symestrians are kept sharp on his fingers and filed on his feet. History : “It is the mark of a smaller man to ask another of their history. They do so to pass the time or pry at a suspicion. In my opinion a man is born each time he speaks to a new person, and as the relationship grows, one will find there is no need to know the past at all…a collection of pointless stories is not nearly so enticing as who your acquaintance is now.” Dhalvasha was born, he lived, and continues to live. Not specific enough? Dhalvasha was born the third child of his Web, delivered from a mother he was already eating. As far as children go he was no more remarkable than another Symenstra. He grew with an appreciation of literacy, language, and a budding interest in medicine. At first his aims seemed altruistic, attending the weak structure of Symenstrian bodies in a cycle of constant care. Somewhere along the line however, his purpose changed. As a young adult he became fascinated with bodies and the way they worked. He eviscerated the small creatures he could find in the cave, carefully cutting them open and watching organs move in paralyzing shudders till their last. He probed the minds of more experienced practitioners, fascinated with the concept of life in its grand complexity. Stumbling onto the practice of Djed, Dhalvasha became obsessed with finding its source…the organ or bone which generated it. Although assured there was none, he wanted to find a way to measure Djed potential, to control or even shut down the use of Djed in a body. Inevitably his obsession with the body led him to the outside forces that react to the body. Poisoning and Philtering were two crafts of night and day, one nearly fiendish in its usage while the other was its lighter haired twin. Both seemed to interest the Symnestra and he toiled at learning their craft. The world around him passed slowly, his siblings going their own paths and pleasing his mother. His father was a hunter in the caves, a handsome creature with no small amount of confidence in both his profession and mating capability. Dhalvasha was the third among the children, the last two a few years older. Life passed simply enough for Dhal, although almost curiously he made few emotional connections. His peers could call him distant, sometimes even frighteningly driven by his passion. He only seemed to hold feelings for his immediate family, and even they knew him more in silence than in words. At the age of 21, his elder brother brought back a female from his harvest for Dhalvasha to mate with. Ordinarily, a Symestra might be flattered by the beauty of the women returned but Dhalvasha was a researcher first and foremost, disdaining from breeding if only to devote more time to his craft. Of course he wasn’t given much of a choice, taking a Chaktawe wife, Khaljishi, as his own. She had not volunteered herself willingly, rather had fought tooth and nail for her freedom. His brother had to keep her in check with poison and knots, leaving her somewhat malnourished but no less furious. She interested Dhalvasha, her quaint tribal ways and raw ferocity almost attractive to a creature that lived by strict moderation. He watched her mostly, making sure to keep her bound as he observed her behavior. It wasn’t until a few days after she had been given to him that they spoke to each other. She was a spirited girl, bound in tradition and raw passion while he was a spectrum opposite. They spoke of philosophy, of freedom, or poisons, medicine, and the far off places she had come from…the Burning Lands, and more. Their union was not remarkable, and she had to be kept rather sedated for it to work. There was no love in it, only a hungry curiosity and duty. After their night together, and when she showed signs of pregnancy, Dhalvasha spent more and more time with her. The child within her was a growing death sentence, and both of them knew it. At first, Dhalvasha was content in this, knowing it was the way of biology that it must happen. He found it strange that his kind had evolved to consume their own mother in birth, depleting their natural stock of fertile females and leading to the necessity of the Harvest. Had they been mere animals in intelligence, the entirety of their race might have died out. Slowly, something of an emotional attachment developed between Dhalvasha and the expecting mother. He enjoyed their conversations, looking forward to them at the end of every day. Her attitude toward him had changed in the months following her impregnation, accepting that she would die and while maintaining a grudge to most of the Symenstra, allowing herself to speak to her lover (of sorts) and even develop a friendship. The day of birth grew closer and Dhalvasha began to consider the possibility of perhaps excising the baby before it was born to avoid losing her life. Pushing himself toward the distant ends of racial research, her pored over medical books and queried the minds of healers greater than he. It stood to reason that the Symnestra wouldn’t want to jeopardize the health of the child, and his petitions to attempt a removal from his child’s mother went unanswered. Not willing to let the matter rest so simply, Dhalvasha decided he would take the surgery up upon himself, trusting his own innate skills of anatomy to excise the child. Unfortunately, his pride hazed his mind, not warning him as it should have that he hadn’t the skill to undertake the task. The baby, Vashka, survived, she did not. Dhalvasha was left with the child cradled in one arm, kneeling by the mutilated corpse of the woman he’d tried to save. He had failed in the most fundamental sense, leaving her last moments in agony and betrayal with only a child left behind. No one confronted him about it, seeing no reason to have much concern for a lesser race, and his child was taken to be reared by his mother. Dhalvasha, shocked and humbled, returned to his work. If anything, now he was more cold and distant from his peers. Their callous disregard of other races had not necessarily angered him, but it led to the death of someone he wanted to live…and for that he wouldn’t easily forgive. He remained in the caves for five years after, looking in on his child but only from a distance. One night he simply left, taking his things and pushing out into the Unforgiving with a merchant caravan. He looked back, but only once, assuring himself his child would be fine and that there was much more in the world to see than a simple cave of spiders. He traveled to Alvadas, brokering passage to Riverfall where he studied medicine, herbalism, and poison in the Sea of grass. Only recently has he moved up into Syliras, eager to expand his knowledge in such a populace city before moving to Avanthal, or setting his course to the Burning Lands and the cities beyond. He does not easily care, show compassion, or feeling…knowing all to be forms of emotional weakness. It stands to reason that he still misses Khaljishi though, his devotion to the woman in the form of the necklace she wore at her death, still around his neck. Character Concept/Personality : “I love you. No truly, I do. Many speak those words without perception of their impact, but I assure you my emotions are honest. Your silence lends me music by which to cut my lines of passion through your skin…you do not complain as I lift your organs from their stilled homes and place them to be classified. You do not judge, you do not care…and just so, as you are, you have made unimaginable improvements from when you were alive.” If anything, Dhalvasha is polite. Poison and medicine are exact crafts, requiring care to every minute detail. Likewise, his personality revolves around precise predictions and poised conduct. He always tries to remain in control, an upperhand of relative calm. His ugly side, as he calls it, is the unfiltered fury and apprehension which comes from being caught unprepared for a situation. His speech, his demeanor, his movements, all are made with a certain purpose in mind. Always polite, although underhandedly insulting, Dhalvasha has gained an elevated manner of speech from his time with the Symenstrians and his travels around Mizahar. He likes to consider himself more cultured than the brutish savages of most other cities, holding himself to a conduct not unlike a gentleman…albeit with less moralistic restrictions. It is only in the sight of blood or gore that some of what Dhalvasha truly is stands out. His red eyes almost blaze with preternatural energy, his being humming with excitement. It is both disturbing and fascinating to watch him work, although the experiments he performs on corpses border on the abominable or macabre. Personally, Dhalvasha would enjoy perpetual silence as a means to communicate. He finds the company of corpses comforting, perhaps to hear his own voice and lavish in a sense of superiority. Although the vice of pride perpetuates his demeanor, it isn’t to say the Symenstra is incapable of being humbled. He is well aware his own medical knowledge barely borders on the competent, that his experiments are tiresome and trite compared to the leaps and bounds made by others. Although he hates it, he can play the servile pupil when necessary to further his own scientific horizons. Those who hold a greater mastery than he in the area he desires see a little more of a manageable Dhalvasha. Emotionally, there has been little to motivate the Symenstra to care for anything besides himself. His self-focused world pivots on a belief that there is no one who will understand him, and thus he has ascended some social rank to an evolution of new mind. In his travels, although unlikely, it is a good guess to say that should he meet someone of like mind to his own, that understands the nuances of his character and purpose, that his world view will experience a drastic change. It is safe to say his worldview is partly pivoting on his experiences as a younger Symnestra, the loss of Khaljishi, and the abandonment of his son. He is slow to let himself open to others, almost abhorrent to the concept of connection…as it does little more than emotionally mar, or steal reason from his actions. He is not incapable, nor sociopathic, nor completely cold and impersonal…though he’d go through great lengths to have someone believe it.

[Dhalvasha]

Skills Medicine 25 (SP) Unarmed 5 (SP) Poison-10: Known families, Araneida, Ooze, Fungus (SP) Acrobatics 12 (RB) Observation 5 Philosophy 4 Investigation 1 Teaching 2 Stealth 1 Rhetoric 3 Climbing 2   Lore Surgery Anatomy-basic The Fear all Spiders Share The Difference between Human and Symenestra Studying Each Other Intimidating figures can be helpful Half Breeds do not like being called Dra   Languages Symenstra (Fluent) Common (Fluent) Nader Canoch (Poor)   Djed-Gnosis Hypnotism-13   Thread List {url=http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post98236.html#p98236}A Study in Half Breeds{/url}: 1 Hypnotism, 1 Climbing, 1 Rhetoric, 1 Observation, 1 philosophy {url=http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post99055.html#p99055}Diagnosis{/url}: 2 philosophy, 1 observation, 1 interrogation {url=http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post96630.html#p96630}Why is it Always crowded?{/url} 2 observation 1 Stealth, 2 Hypnotism, 2 rhetoric, 2 teaching, 1 investigation {url=link}Thread name{/url}

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Equipment Bone necklace (Heirloom) Crossbow Arrows (10) 20 glass bulb tips Healer’s Kit Light Crossbow Philtering Kit Portable Poison Crafting Kit Dark tongue (4 dose) Lost tongue (4 dose) Phantom Shell (4 dose) LilyWeb (4 dose) Lazy gel (4 dose tiny jar) Average Book on Animation 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Glass Jar with lid Archer’s Target Small cage Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel

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Ledger Purchase and Date Change Link Total Starting Package +100 gm N/A 100gm Cashing in Home +500 N/A 600gm Crossbow arrows (10) -1 gm N/A 599 gm Poison -90 gm N/A 509 gm Glass Bulbs -10gm N/A 489 gm Glass jar, small cage, Average book -66 gm N/A 423 gm Poison Crafter kit, Philtering kit, Healer kit -300 gm N/A 123 gm