Xavios

[Xavios]

Name Xavios (Zaw-vee-ose) or Xavi (Zaw-vi) by those close Race Mixed (human & Isur) Birth Spring 64th 492 (21 years) Gender Male Appearance Maybe the height came from some human grandparent. His mother was vertically challenged so it wasn't direct. In any case it contradicted sharply with his Isur blood at six feet two inches. The other telltale signs of a mix were there though. A hint of blue barely perceptible, the light had to hit him just right to see it, but anyone who knew the race could easily see the dark contrast of the man's left arm. Otherwise tanned skin was tinted a dull grey from the tips of his fingers right up to a clean line at the shoulder. It didn't do him any good, of course. Any strength or fitness came from his own work and sweat, and the light but muscular build and rough hands owed very little to his Isur heritage or their "trademark" arms. Xavi's face however was certainly inherited from his mother, as he was too often told. Each feature was perfectly etched with dark, thick hair, as he usually sported a mustache and scruff around his chin and sideburns. On his head it was kept short but full up at the top. Matching the dark chiseled features is a pair of deep brown eyes. There isn't usually much on him in the way of clothing. That would, of course, get in the way of work. Simple dark pants that don't cling but aren't loose enough to get caught on something. A simple sleeveless tunic, if not a bare chest. The one item that may be anything of interest is the bit of wood hanging from a string of beads around his neck. Even then it's simplicity isn't much to catch the eye. A simple vertical block, no adornment, no carving. If you ask about it you won't get much more than a throw-away answer, but prying from those close enough would reveal at least that it is a token of his mother's. Concept There was always this expression of thoughtfulness and complete focus on Xavios's face to where, if his dark brown eyes were to glance to someone, it was easy for them to assume that surely he must be thinking intently of them. This wasn't always a good thing as his gaze was often cold and distant, not unlike the trees he works with. However, every so often there can be found a softness in his expression, and when his lips curve into a smile there is a sincerity in it like a warm ember. His voice is smooth and deep, usually quiet, but when raised is like a tree hitting the ground: resounding and harsh. While he may be aloof, there are specific things that Xavi has carried over from his rough history. When he leaves a building, he has the compulsive habit of knocking three times on either the door or the door frame. Once upon a time this was his mother's way of letting him know she was going out without having to speak to him. Unless someone brings it up specifically he doesn't even realize the action ever happens, but there's a flash of self hate whenever it does come to his attention. The last thing he wants is to admit that he has gained something like this from his mother, but it just isn't something he has been able to shake. Another trait is a distinct aversion to alcohol. It isn't that he dislikes others drinking it, but has almost a psychological fear of drinking it himself. When he isn't working Xavi can be found somewhere around town entertaining an interesting hobby. Sitting away from the crowd, carving tools and a piece of wood in hand, he will pick out a member of the oblivious crowd and silently begin to shape them. At the start these resulted in messy, often broken attempts that didn't look at all like the model. Now however he has become more careful and experienced, and many of the little figures turn out quite beautiful. They don't always match the person exactly, especially if the person is moving too fast, but some come eerily close. Any visitor to his home would find them on proud display, and he hopes to soon open up a shop to sell such carved pieces. History An Isur man and a human woman shared a night together, one without much attachment or love. Thus when he left the next morning she went on with her life as usual, unknowing until months later that there more consequences than they could have anticipated. And that's what Xavios was, a consequence. His mother was already engaged to another man, so the discovery of pregnancy only meant a hasty marriage at the time. It was only the boys birth and the faint, telltale signs of another race that anyone realized this other man was not the father. Anger and tension erupted, all leading to hate and separation. Beneath it all the innocent child became the target of anger and resentment, punished for invisible offences he had nothing to do with and crushed by the shame and loneliness of his mother. Without a man in the house someone would have to do the "heavy" work and Xavios' mother put him to work at an early age. In between punishments and chores the boy sometimes stole away time for himself to discover a passion in working with wood. A spare bit of plank from fixing the floor was hidden until the dead of night where he could experiment with shaving it down and cutting it into different shapes. All of the emotions he was forced to shield away from his mother's lashing out were poured into this, and while his face became cold his hands were worn and warm from crafting. Time may wear away the wrongs of others from the mind but alcohol is good at bringing them back. The knock at the door was just a knock to Xavi, but to his mother it was clearly a sign of something unpleasant, though expected. She stayed for a moment, sitting in her chair, looking blankly at the floor. As the knocks grew louder she gave a simple sigh and rose to answer it. "Boy - I told you to take care of the leak in your room. Do it now, you are not getting a break tonight." It was the last think she told her son before walking out the door to meet the drunk man that was her husband. When the door shut, it shut for good. The woman never did come back, and Xavi never looked for her. After a time of working around independently in his home city of Syliras, Xavios chose to leave behind all that the place brought and bartered transport on a ship in trade for labor while aboard it. He has currently made his way to Riverfall, a seemingly unlikely city for work with its lack of wood, but one filled with strength and promise for a more progressive future. Knowledge   Skills Skills Exp Total Proficiency Carpentry +10RP+10SP 20 Novice Carving +30SP 30 Competent Woodcutting +10SP 10 Novice   Lore Keeping a face fresh in the mind with focus Different types of wood around Sylaris   Languages Common - Fluent Isur - Poor Stuff   Possessions Simple pants Simple tunic Simple cloak Simple sandals -------- 1 waterskin 1 backpack --toiletries --food for 1 week --eating knife --flint & steel -------- Heirloom (beaded string with wood block at the end) -------- carving axe carving mallet carpenter's axe carpenter's mallet 1lb nails nail hammer Woodcarver's toolkit 50 lb local lumber 50 lb unusual lumber hatchet   Ledger Item Change Current Total Starting Package 100gm 100gm Axe, carving -1gm 99gm Axe, carpetner's -1gm 98gm Hatchet -6sm 97gm 4sm Carpenter's Mallet -1sm 97gm 3sm Carver's Mallet -3sm 97gm 1lb Nails -5sm 96gm 5sm Nail Hammer -5sm 96gm Toolkit, Woodcarver's -50gm 46gm 50lb Lumber, Local -5gm 41gm 50lb Lumber, Unusual -15gm 26gm   House Tavern in Riverfall until Kuvan status can be achieved Threads Summer 513 10th Entering Riverfall

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