Basic Information Race: Human Birthday & Age :493 AV, Spring 45 (19 years old) Gender: Male Languages Common- Fluent Nader-canoch - Mild Kontinese - Very Poor Physical Description: Standing at a solid 6'6 with 190 pounds, Reav isn't much for muscle. Sporting slim arms that show little evidence of physical prowess, and hands that bare old burn marks. With blue eyes that pierce past what he usually sees, with dark hair that flops about his face. There is nothing too physically impressive with him beyond his height. Though his face may warrant an occasional glimpse by a decent looking woman. Character Concept: Reaver is not of a completely stable mind. He admires fire quite dearly and on more than one occasion has believed it to truly be alive. Though he does maintain his intelligence he's not always sound in his decisions. His ever strong affection for fire has affected his life, and he has gone into overgiving a few times. Born as a bright eyed, enthusiastic, and fun loving young man. When he was introduced to magic however his first experience drew him into overgiving. He has remained much the same over his few years of use, however he has grown more arrogant and enjoys playing with fire a little too much. He does keep his knowledge of magic secretive, save for any friend with the guts to get so close to him. And once alone and free, he flaunts his prowess in the use of djed; Particularly anything involving the use of fire. Reaver is usually smiling and cheery unless someone has forced him into a foul mood. He gets eerily calm when in the prescience of beauty, often gawking at Konti. Nothing really seems to get him down, and wouldn't be bothered to smile at someone's funeral. Though intelligent, smiling, and a little strange he is often lazy. Preferring to chase after women and drink at bars. He carries himself with an attitude that merely seeks to entertain himself, even at the expense of others. Character History: Reaver was born in Syliras. His father had been a wizard and his mother a more indifferent woman. From his father he learned the art of shielding at the age of sixteen. When he turned eighteen his father taught him glyphing and reimancy. Through which he discovered his large fascination with fire. Reaver was quickly labeled as a freak, seeing as his first experience with reimancy he quickly went into overgiving. Leading to his more arrogant and eerily upbeat side, smiling even at the death of others or friends. As the years dragged on he practiced every chance he got and more than often got a little burned from the fire. Friends grew distant from him and he soon found himself alone. Because of his unexplained wounds and his tendency to wonder off away from the sight of others. Many believed Reaver to be an unusual child, which he was. As when it came to many problems he usually tried to use fire as the answer. When local bullies cornered him in an ally, Reaver was all too quick to call fire to his aid. He ended up burning his hands and the faces of the boys who assaulted him. The power he felt from that day, and the pain of his burnt hands, served as a reminder of just how dangerous he was. Though this rarely stopped him from playing with fire, or doing something stupid in local bars. His mother either didn't care or remained ignorant o her husbands and son's practices. Only showing real concern when Reaver got into too much trouble or ended up doing something less than legal. The day he decided to leave his home and go explore Mizahar for whatever he wished was also a day of sorrow for his dear mother. Now residing in Zeltiva looking simply for knowledge, fun, friends, and whatever else that could entertain him.
Lores: Fire: How to burn everything but you (starting package) Djed and its dangers (starting package) Practicing on Random Crates Glyphing: Enhancing Magic on Body Teaching The Concepts of Reimancy Amaria: Zeltivan Resident Valo: Interested in Magic Zeltiva: The Kelp Bar Atticus: Zeltivan Guide Intoxicated by Kelp Beer Kelp Beer's Taste Zeltiva: Thugs In Dark Alleys Equipment
One red coat Black vest Long sleeved Red shirt Black cotton pants Brown boots Short sword (Family heirloom) Black gloves Waterskin 1 Set of Toiletries Flint & Steel 1 eating knife Ledger
600 gold mizas Black leather gloves-5 sm Thread List
A message from a dead man Winter 3rd, 512 AV Late Afternoon Writing as a Wizard Winter 21, 512 AV Afternoon The fabric from which all good men are made 21st Winter, 512AV Evening |