Arlon Synvan

by **Arlon Synvan** on June 7th, 2013, 2:28 am

Arlon Synvan

Name: Arlon Synvan

Nickname: "Arn"

Gender: Male

Race: Inarta

Caste::Chiet

Date of birth: 494 AV, Wind Reach

Height: 1.78m

Weight: 64kg

Physical description:

Arlon's physique can be described as average in terms of height and weight, if not
leaning a bit on the taller side for one of the Inarta. He possesses an agile body
with not too much muscular tone; making his movements swift and flexible. Through
rigorious training and his stubborn attitude: a few scars from cuts, burns and bruises
cover his torso, not in any spectacularly hideous manner; but one would notice bumps on the skin.

The young fellows facial feature does stand a chance to sweep a beautiful lady of her feet one day if it
didn't keep getting dirty and muddy most of the time. The nose bone is rather slim and his brow slightly
potruding which gives his leaf-green eyes a mysterious, dark and almost a glowing feel. His chin is round
but pointy and wide, the lips are quite long and stiff with an overbite clearly visible. Arlon's hair is mid-short in length and quite unkempt,
it is quite undistinguishable to see it's colour. In light it shines a dark red but in places where it is
damp it almost looks as if it is coal black with red streaks in it.

Personality:

The young man is quite renowned for being naive and stubborn in nature. Both traits cause both
good and harm depending on the situation. When his mind is set to something, he will do everything to see it through
no matter how much it will take a toll on him and sometimes others. Despite dragging those close to him out on
on his decisions and adventures, he cares for their well-being during the course of it; but the goal is always whats first in his
mind. Some may call it childishness, he calls it determination. Despite this, a humble talk can set his mind straight
if he wanders too far from reason. In the social aspect, many would call him quite awkward and that he never really adapted much to the rules of conversation,
he does shares the characteristics with his kinsmen with their bluntness and honesty however but what sets him apart is the fire
in his eyes, always energetic and up and going. What lights that fire is that he always sets a high goal for himself and he always looks forward to completing it, thus making it almost impossible to extinguish.

Amongst the things he enjoys are good stories and adventures, his dream has always been to become one of the Endal and to be an adventurer on the side.
To his dismay if he does succeed he might have a hard time pursuing both. With these ambitions, he much enjoys to spend his time
outdoors and most of the times even sleeps outside. What he dislikes is of course obvious: idling and things that include
books, artwork and other things alike. When something arise, he always wants righteous action to be taken immediately and despite being caring he never
thinks anything through completely.

Character bio:

A respected man of the Endal: Ervion and a beautiful Avora lady: Deyona, fell in love as if it was on the first glance they shot each other. Life together was a blessing and they were soon expecting a baby. However, his father met an early demise in an unfortunate hunting accident, in which he was dropped into an area to hunt in from his trusty Wind eagle. What he didn't expect was the pack of predator wolves that also wanted the prey. His avian companion was too late in saving him but recovered the corpse before it was torn apart by the beasts. Ervion was given a proper ceremony of leaving, Deyona was struck with grief and became very ill. Their friends became worried for her and the baby and feared that the baby would die if she did. When the day finally came, 7 months after Ervion passed, his mothers sadness had overcome her completely and she died after giving birth. Deok, Deyona's brother and Ervion's closest friend, was summoned to speak with his dying sister. She grasped his hand and said to him with stuttering words:
-"My pain is far too great to raise my son, I am ashamed that I will not be the mother a child needs. I am far too wounded in my honour, and it will never heal."
Deok put his hand forward to stroke her cheek to comfort her. Before he could even speak, Deyona slapped his hand away. She had no time for comfort as her son came as the first priority: -"Raise him, I want Arlon to feel some sort of love from a parent atleast. That is what I beg of you, please." Her grasped hand went limp and life faded from her. After the tears had stopped flowing from Deok, he went to the crib where Arlon had been put, unaware of his mother's death and sleeping happily. Deok picked him up and looked at him.
-"Arlon... Oh, Arlon." He sighed. -"Seems like it's just you and me now." Thus, he took it upon himself to raise Arlon like his sister had asked on her deathbed.

Despite never to know the love of a mother, he got to feel love from a god-father. Deok became an uncle to the child and raised Arlon with care and trained him proficiently at the trade with sword and bow. The young boy came to inherent his father's Talon sword which had been salvaged after his death. Arlon never wanted to be seperated from it as he almost thought of it as if it inherited his father's soul. Before Deyona gave birth to Arlon, she wanted the child to carry that blade as a precious possession for the entirety of his life as she too shared the belief that her late husband was within that blade, which only bolstered Arlon's faith and care for it when Deok told him during his tales from the past.

With that, Arlon came to admire the Endal and vowed to become one himself. By the time he was 8 and ready to live in the youth quarters, all training in combat had left him with little training in bonding with the majestic birds of Wind Reach. Sure he had had some bird pets to care for, but most of the time, Deok had to help him with everything. His parents had faded from the city's memory real quick and people expected very little from him and even less so when he was unknowledgeable in the art of handling avian creatures. Deok, having to fulfill his duties more and more as Arlon grew up; left him with limited time to teach him the rest he needed to know to become an Endal. Arlon grew disheartened, as he heard stories of his father's exploits before he was forgotten, Arlon would be quite struck with awe and of course like Deok had hoped for, was bent on following the same path. People started to mock him when he would go alone to the Wind Eagles nests and try to beg them to chose him as a rider. He would usually return with clenched fists, head hung and boiling with frustration, only to go back the very next day with the very same results.

Upon reaching the age of 15, he was still struggling to find a Wind Eagle to bond with and was assigned to be helping a few guardsmen and hunters with fetching drinks, readying their equipment and carrying their belongings in return for tips and sparring with them to further his combat knowledge. With this, he was now part of the Chiet-caste. Not at all what he wanted, he had to reach his goal no matter what. But despite Arlon's feelings he had to take the work handed to him and was stuck with this assignment till he reached 17. Finally, he was getting some luck in this world, he was assigned with the same duties but to an Endal instead.

Almost tiring and irritating the Endal, Arlon would ask vigorously on Eagles and how to get a connection to someone. Every moment he had with the Endal he would watch how he handled his Wind Eagle and try to put it for his own use. Once again in his sparetime he would go to the Wind Eagle's nests and communicate with them. The creatures slowly stopped rejecting him and piece by piece, year by year: he got a bit closer to the Wind Eagles. Depending on how time faired for him, he thought that he was closer to bond with one than he ever was. The now stubborn boy had become a man and was closer to his goal more than ever. Something fell from his chest and things became a bit easier. Now, 18 years of age and well on his way to becoming an Endal (he thinks.), what adventures awaits him?

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by **Arlon Synvan** on June 7th, 2013, 10:27 pm

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