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Cerulean Tideborne |
Appearance Race: Human, Svefra. Gender: Male. Age: 24. Birthday: Season of Winter, Day 39, 490 AV Birthplace: The Suvan Sea. Appearance: Broad shoulders and a broad chest accompany a sleek face and olive skin. High cheekbones emphasize a scraggly goatee, but all that is outshone by the magnificence of Cerulean's hair. Thick dreadlocks fall on either side of his shoulders, braided with various adornments and jewelry, including a talisman of his Pod, the Tidebornes, embellished with their symbol, a wave lapping onto a shore. More trinkets hang around his neck, dangling against his shirt, which is usually covered by an overcoat, unless he is swimming or the weather is particularly warm. Character Concept Cerulean is light hearted, enjoys life and can't say a bad word about anyone, or so it would seem to the outside observer. Inside he's full of insecurities and fears, from his childhood and early adult life. These can all stem down to one thing: the lack of a Gnosis Mark. Ever since he was a boy, he's felt secluded and lonesome, as if he belongs nowhere of importance or use. From then things spiralled downwards for him, but he still pretends to be happy-go-lucky and cheerful, without a care in the world. Cerulean certainly is not careful, when it comes to fishing, swimming, sailing, living; anything really. The kick of danger and adrenaline pumping through him is better than anything and everything, in his eyes. He could be called an adrenaline junkie, wanting bigger and bigger kicks until his life is at risk. This, again, is to combat the severe disappointment he feels about him being a Svefra. Another way Cerulean does this is by being the best at anything he is. This isn't always what happens, but he'll damn well try. A far lesser amount of Cerulean's life is spent with family, preferring friends to family. Saying that, he still has the innate need for family, like all Svefra, but it doesn't burn quite as bright as the rest of his kin. Or perhaps it burns brighter - unlike him, the needs of his kin have been met - which drives Cerulean forward to find his own goal in life. Another driving force in Cerulean's mind is finding out why. To elaborate, why he wasn't chosen for a Gnosis Mark, why he doesn't belong anywhere, etc. Character History There was a fine mist in the air, leftover from the bulk of that year's winter. The wind was haphazard and hard, making it difficult to navigate. The remainder of the Tideborne pod - a pitiful amount, barely a whisper of its former community - was gathered outside Riverfall. They arrived with a few ships and a couple of families, and one family came away with another mouth to feed. That was Cerulean. That's all he felt like, anyway: a waste of space, just a creature living in their ship, feeding from hard earned supplies and being looked down on. His parents were far from unsupportive, unjust or cruel, Cerulean just felt they were... disappointed. The boy wasn't marked, like 'all true Svefra' should be. Their old fashioned points of views concerning the Mark of Laviku were just as bad as throwing a baby overboard to drown, if their eyes aren't blue. It was ridiculous. This, added to countless condescending tones, prejudiced views and sympathetic words - seriously? What was there to be sympathetic about? - from other people he met (mainly Svefra, though not always) led to his escape half a decade prior. It was on a night much like that first, and Cerulean was sat on a beach in Riverfall, his legs dangling into the water. While his kin played, he counted the grains of sand. Each grain represented him. Worthless. No one would ever miss him if he left. And Cerulean still doesn't know if they do. The boy - for he was still a boy - quickly found work, putting his fishing & sailing skills and general aptitude with water to good use. He worked for a fishmongers. He would supply them with fish caught fresh from the Suvan Sea and he would receive coins in return. It was honest work, if a little harder than the Pods. Everyone just assumed he was older than twenty, which was helpful. People tend to respect you if you're five years older. He carried on with his fishing, day after day, and every time a Svefra Pod would come visiting for a week, no one would see Cerulean for a week. But a Svefra's true home is on the sea. Language Fluent Language: Fratava. Basic Language: Common. Poor Language: N/A. Lores Helpful Lores: Lore of Svefra Culture Lore of Religion: Laviku Housing Location: Riverfall. House: Cerulean lives on his Casinor, the Tideswan. Possessions  Ledger
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Heirloom: An old fishing net with brass discs in each corner, each one with the Tideborne logo - a wave lapping onto a shore - embellished onto it.[/tab] Thread List Fishing Alone - 6th of Spring |
