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Davus Flint
Appearance
Name: Davos Flint, often simply "Flint"
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Birthday: 67th of Winter, AV 484
Birthplace: Kenash
Appearance: Mizahar is a dangerous world, life can be fraught with danger and ever so fleeting, Kenash is a city that is certainly no exception from this rule so few growing up in this place to see plenty of Summers without bearing the brunt of this truth. Davos is not one of these exceptions. His build was sturdy but not toned, he was tall enough but not so tall he stood above the crowd and made himself a target, his body had no sense of frivolity or excess involved.
His face was stern, but not unwilling to break into a smile though it came easier when drink was flowing and weed was burning. Beneath the thick dark eyebrows that were so often locked into a frown, a pair of equally deep brown eyes were set, both of them prone to darting around at random in an attempt to scan his surroundings, fuelled by caution. With good reason to it appeared at a glance, while hardly disfigured nicks and cuts could be found, none were deep nor vicious but all pointed towards this man being taught more than his fair share of lessons in life, ones that he deserved and was glad for.
His light brown hair was cut short, often he simply dragged the razor across his scalp out of practicality and perhaps even laziness. His strong jaw was frequently adorned with a rough stubble, shaved only at the turn of the seasons so it often developed into a full coarse beard. Dirt was often smeared across his hands and face, he did scrub it off when he was summoned by someone above him but it got dirty so quickly once more. Finally his skin was of a tanned complexion, molded by the fierce Kenashian summer but light freckles could be seen splattered across his somewhat crooked nose if one got close enough to see.
Character Concept
Life in Mizahar was dangerous, no matter where you lived and how powerful you were, there would always be danger. What set Davos apart... What set Davos apart was the fact he loved it. To him there was no greater rush then standing on the edge of the precipice and daring someone to push you. This desire for danger shouldn't be mistaken for recklessness or impulsiveness, in fact he was cautious and patient, and it was this factor that means his love for being in dangerous situations has not become self-destructive, though as he gets older has become more consciously aware of the fact of his inevitable death whether by old age or the edge of a sword, no-one is sure if this will slow him down or spur him on, like some many things time will tell.
Regardless of this addiction his more pressing trait is his discipline, for a simple hunter he soon realised that there was an endless supply of meat in the grinder that was Kenash and he knew it would take a little more than a sharp bolt and a good aim to make something of himself. He could follow orders, he could hone his skills and he could handle a lot of shit, and all this combined hardly made him stand out but it certainly gave him an edge.
He is approachable, he's not some miserable old bastard that can't even crack a joke but he's not prone to trusting people with ease. Time has proven itself repeatedly to be the best method with this man; few of his friends can claim to be incredibly useful to him, none of them sporting master-level skills in any field and instead manifesting themselves as drinking buddies, longstanding hunters and even gnarled old beggars who have refused to move on. Money will buy his weapon, rank will earn his obedience, but time will reap his friendship.
Morals and ethics are tricky to pin down with this man, his love for danger has made him quick to resort to fists and blades over the seasons, and with surviving till the next season always being his foremost priority He finds himself constantly fighting with the decision he makes and he carries a lot of regret on his shoulders that he truthfully wants to unload but that is unlikely to happen anytime soon.
He is a man shaped by his city, if he had been born in Syliras in may have been a white knight, if he had been born in Sunberth he could easily have been cutthroat gang member but instead he was born in Kenash and was raised with both the freeborn mentality of putting himself before anyone else and his father's more modest morals so he's born forced to develop his own code. Someone with no bias would call him grey or neutral, he is a man who considers most actions whether they are his or someone else's not personal, just necessary but those who have felt the bitter sting that he is capable of seldom see it that way.
Likes
Danger - Flint craves danger, whether he is conscious of this simple truth or not. It has to be said that while he may not openly recognise his addiction, the man finds himself risking his life more often than most.
Smoking and Drinking - He's a bloke, he likes to drown his sorrows like every other man and like so many mercenaries, it helps him unwind and open up. And obviously you can't drink without having a smoke.
The Hunt - Its what he lived for and it's what he did if he wanted to live, with a crossbow and his wits he loved the feeling of bringing something down.
Discipline - He's woken up the same way for the last fifteen years but rolling out of bed as soon as his eyes adjusted to the morning light and doing as many press-ups as his arms would allow. He likes a routine and he likes to build up a sweat, besides alcohol the best way to get close to him to him is to spar with him.
Dislikes
Other Races - Other than the usual dislike and mistrust of Zith, Symenestra and Dhani, he finds himself more suspicious of other races. He cares more about where you're from than who you are but if you're not plain old human, he's prone to viewing you with a added pinch of mistrust... if he can even find out that you're not human.
Magic - Flint and magic was never a match that would end well. His father was Sunberthian and he never missed an opportunity to explain how it ruined lives. He never truly grasped his father's hatred for it, but he hadn't been put through the trials he had. Instead he simply tries to avoid it the best, he has no issue with simply leaving the room if he finds himself with a magic user but his response will seldom be violent.
Indifferent
Slavery - It's a tricky place being a freeborn, walking the line between slavery and success so he can't afford any sympathy to those who line the pockets of the Dynasty and unfortunately as he has gotten older, he has found it easier to ignore their suffering.
Character History
Davos can't claim to have the most exciting history, nor the most sombre in Mizahar. He was raised from humble origins and still maintains the. He was born on the 67th of Winter, AV 484 to Garret Flint and his wife Theresa. His story it could be said started before that since his father was no native to Kenash, in fact he had been born years earlier in the shithole that was Sunberth, just after it was liberated from the chain of a mage named Obal, leaving Garret to be raised with a fierce hatred of them. But it wasn't magic that explained why a simple hunter from Sunberth had found himself in Kenash, in fact a far more mundane reason explained it... he was gambler and not a very good one at that.
Everyone has a vice and for Garret it was gambling, that was his rush and pleasure it was a shame that he couldn't handle his drink, he couldn't control his mouth and he just didn't know when to stop. Fortunately this was in an age where Goldfinger was no more than a twinkle in his pa's eye so he never found himself owing money to someone who controlled Sunberth but he did find himself owing a fair few Mizas to a man who knew how to wield a sword when backed up by a few mates so Garret felt it best for his family, his friends and most importantly his own skin.
With time to rethink his plan in life, several seasons in fact, he eventually rolled up to Kenash and that was good for Davos since that where he met his mother, Theresa. She had even humbler origins than Garret, she was simply one of the Freeborn in Kenash, born in the city like her parents and their parents before them. She was nothing more than a seamstress but she caught Garret's, more likely a result of her availability then her beauty but the relationship was both true and endearing, both of them sporting Cheva marks.
Davos wasn't their first child, that was taken by a sickly babe called Sara but she was unfit for life, being a small, weak child who Dira claimed before the child had even seen the change of the seasons. But they were all too aware that life was fleeting in Kenash, so quickly after they had grieved for the child a new one was conceived and this one was more promising. The child was strong, healthy and full of life, this was not Davos but rather his older brother Robb.
Davos followed a couple of years after, delivered kicking and screaming into the world. He felt out of sorts in the world he was in, he was not an unwanted nor unloved, he got the most that he would ever be given and that was a lot more than most in Kenash but even he got the sense that his brother was more important. It was understandable, and sadly he realized this as well as he got older, his brother was taller, strong and smarter than him. It was the little things as well, he bagged his first kill before him, he was quicker with his wit and could fill a room became filled with laughter when he was around with ease.
This didn't create a rift between the two, in fact they were thicker then thieves and in reached the point where both were comfortably setting out into the wilderness together without the supervision of their aging. "Just goin' for a piss, watch the fire" Were the last words Davos heard as his brother sloped off into the darkness, the next day he brought no game back to his parents, only misery. They never blamed him, that probably made it a hundred times worse, his father merely wrapped an arm around a silent, weeping women while he stared blankly outside the window.
After that his brother was dead to his family but he couldn't believe, some part of him refused to accept it but he knew he couldn't confide in his family, it was too cruel to try and convince them otherwise and maybe it was because he doubted it too. He left home soon after then, finding his own hovel in Kenash and hunted for his own future.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Fratava
Skills
Lores
Local Kenash Fauna
Obal - A Warning of Mages
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: A two year old Inganu Deepwoods hunting dog called Donoghue. Trained to help him track down prey with his heightened scent and sight he was purchased off an old, gnarly hunter who was an friend of his father before Dira claimed him. Davos relies on him heavily both when hunting and even emotionally and so they have grown incredibly close over the short time he had owned him.
Housing
Location: Kenash
House: A cottages, roughly 20x20, includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table.
Ledger
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Name: Davos Flint, often simply "Flint"
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Birthday: 67th of Winter, AV 484
Birthplace: Kenash
Appearance: Mizahar is a dangerous world, life can be fraught with danger and ever so fleeting, Kenash is a city that is certainly no exception from this rule so few growing up in this place to see plenty of Summers without bearing the brunt of this truth. Davos is not one of these exceptions. His build was sturdy but not toned, he was tall enough but not so tall he stood above the crowd and made himself a target, his body had no sense of frivolity or excess involved.
His face was stern, but not unwilling to break into a smile though it came easier when drink was flowing and weed was burning. Beneath the thick dark eyebrows that were so often locked into a frown, a pair of equally deep brown eyes were set, both of them prone to darting around at random in an attempt to scan his surroundings, fuelled by caution. With good reason to it appeared at a glance, while hardly disfigured nicks and cuts could be found, none were deep nor vicious but all pointed towards this man being taught more than his fair share of lessons in life, ones that he deserved and was glad for.
His light brown hair was cut short, often he simply dragged the razor across his scalp out of practicality and perhaps even laziness. His strong jaw was frequently adorned with a rough stubble, shaved only at the turn of the seasons so it often developed into a full coarse beard. Dirt was often smeared across his hands and face, he did scrub it off when he was summoned by someone above him but it got dirty so quickly once more. Finally his skin was of a tanned complexion, molded by the fierce Kenashian summer but light freckles could be seen splattered across his somewhat crooked nose if one got close enough to see.
| Type | Received | Location | Description |
| Scar | Childhood | Palm of his right hand | The Freeborn Brand he received to denote his Freeborn status in Kenash, it stretched as he grew up and despite the blistering sun it still remains pale. |
| Tattoo | 12th of Summer, AV 499 | Along the inside of his left forearm | A simple, plain tattoo that denotes his date of birth for convenience of remembering it - 67 - Winter - 484 |
Character Concept
Life in Mizahar was dangerous, no matter where you lived and how powerful you were, there would always be danger. What set Davos apart... What set Davos apart was the fact he loved it. To him there was no greater rush then standing on the edge of the precipice and daring someone to push you. This desire for danger shouldn't be mistaken for recklessness or impulsiveness, in fact he was cautious and patient, and it was this factor that means his love for being in dangerous situations has not become self-destructive, though as he gets older has become more consciously aware of the fact of his inevitable death whether by old age or the edge of a sword, no-one is sure if this will slow him down or spur him on, like some many things time will tell.
Regardless of this addiction his more pressing trait is his discipline, for a simple hunter he soon realised that there was an endless supply of meat in the grinder that was Kenash and he knew it would take a little more than a sharp bolt and a good aim to make something of himself. He could follow orders, he could hone his skills and he could handle a lot of shit, and all this combined hardly made him stand out but it certainly gave him an edge.
He is approachable, he's not some miserable old bastard that can't even crack a joke but he's not prone to trusting people with ease. Time has proven itself repeatedly to be the best method with this man; few of his friends can claim to be incredibly useful to him, none of them sporting master-level skills in any field and instead manifesting themselves as drinking buddies, longstanding hunters and even gnarled old beggars who have refused to move on. Money will buy his weapon, rank will earn his obedience, but time will reap his friendship.
Morals and ethics are tricky to pin down with this man, his love for danger has made him quick to resort to fists and blades over the seasons, and with surviving till the next season always being his foremost priority He finds himself constantly fighting with the decision he makes and he carries a lot of regret on his shoulders that he truthfully wants to unload but that is unlikely to happen anytime soon.
He is a man shaped by his city, if he had been born in Syliras in may have been a white knight, if he had been born in Sunberth he could easily have been cutthroat gang member but instead he was born in Kenash and was raised with both the freeborn mentality of putting himself before anyone else and his father's more modest morals so he's born forced to develop his own code. Someone with no bias would call him grey or neutral, he is a man who considers most actions whether they are his or someone else's not personal, just necessary but those who have felt the bitter sting that he is capable of seldom see it that way.
Likes
Danger - Flint craves danger, whether he is conscious of this simple truth or not. It has to be said that while he may not openly recognise his addiction, the man finds himself risking his life more often than most.
Smoking and Drinking - He's a bloke, he likes to drown his sorrows like every other man and like so many mercenaries, it helps him unwind and open up. And obviously you can't drink without having a smoke.
The Hunt - Its what he lived for and it's what he did if he wanted to live, with a crossbow and his wits he loved the feeling of bringing something down.
Discipline - He's woken up the same way for the last fifteen years but rolling out of bed as soon as his eyes adjusted to the morning light and doing as many press-ups as his arms would allow. He likes a routine and he likes to build up a sweat, besides alcohol the best way to get close to him to him is to spar with him.
Dislikes
Other Races - Other than the usual dislike and mistrust of Zith, Symenestra and Dhani, he finds himself more suspicious of other races. He cares more about where you're from than who you are but if you're not plain old human, he's prone to viewing you with a added pinch of mistrust... if he can even find out that you're not human.
Magic - Flint and magic was never a match that would end well. His father was Sunberthian and he never missed an opportunity to explain how it ruined lives. He never truly grasped his father's hatred for it, but he hadn't been put through the trials he had. Instead he simply tries to avoid it the best, he has no issue with simply leaving the room if he finds himself with a magic user but his response will seldom be violent.
Indifferent
Slavery - It's a tricky place being a freeborn, walking the line between slavery and success so he can't afford any sympathy to those who line the pockets of the Dynasty and unfortunately as he has gotten older, he has found it easier to ignore their suffering.
Character History
Davos can't claim to have the most exciting history, nor the most sombre in Mizahar. He was raised from humble origins and still maintains the. He was born on the 67th of Winter, AV 484 to Garret Flint and his wife Theresa. His story it could be said started before that since his father was no native to Kenash, in fact he had been born years earlier in the shithole that was Sunberth, just after it was liberated from the chain of a mage named Obal, leaving Garret to be raised with a fierce hatred of them. But it wasn't magic that explained why a simple hunter from Sunberth had found himself in Kenash, in fact a far more mundane reason explained it... he was gambler and not a very good one at that.
Everyone has a vice and for Garret it was gambling, that was his rush and pleasure it was a shame that he couldn't handle his drink, he couldn't control his mouth and he just didn't know when to stop. Fortunately this was in an age where Goldfinger was no more than a twinkle in his pa's eye so he never found himself owing money to someone who controlled Sunberth but he did find himself owing a fair few Mizas to a man who knew how to wield a sword when backed up by a few mates so Garret felt it best for his family, his friends and most importantly his own skin.
With time to rethink his plan in life, several seasons in fact, he eventually rolled up to Kenash and that was good for Davos since that where he met his mother, Theresa. She had even humbler origins than Garret, she was simply one of the Freeborn in Kenash, born in the city like her parents and their parents before them. She was nothing more than a seamstress but she caught Garret's, more likely a result of her availability then her beauty but the relationship was both true and endearing, both of them sporting Cheva marks.
Davos wasn't their first child, that was taken by a sickly babe called Sara but she was unfit for life, being a small, weak child who Dira claimed before the child had even seen the change of the seasons. But they were all too aware that life was fleeting in Kenash, so quickly after they had grieved for the child a new one was conceived and this one was more promising. The child was strong, healthy and full of life, this was not Davos but rather his older brother Robb.
Davos followed a couple of years after, delivered kicking and screaming into the world. He felt out of sorts in the world he was in, he was not an unwanted nor unloved, he got the most that he would ever be given and that was a lot more than most in Kenash but even he got the sense that his brother was more important. It was understandable, and sadly he realized this as well as he got older, his brother was taller, strong and smarter than him. It was the little things as well, he bagged his first kill before him, he was quicker with his wit and could fill a room became filled with laughter when he was around with ease.
This didn't create a rift between the two, in fact they were thicker then thieves and in reached the point where both were comfortably setting out into the wilderness together without the supervision of their aging. "Just goin' for a piss, watch the fire" Were the last words Davos heard as his brother sloped off into the darkness, the next day he brought no game back to his parents, only misery. They never blamed him, that probably made it a hundred times worse, his father merely wrapped an arm around a silent, weeping women while he stared blankly outside the window.
After that his brother was dead to his family but he couldn't believe, some part of him refused to accept it but he knew he couldn't confide in his family, it was too cruel to try and convince them otherwise and maybe it was because he doubted it too. He left home soon after then, finding his own hovel in Kenash and hunted for his own future.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Fratava
Skills
| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Weapon - Crossbow | 15 RB 10 SP | 25 | Novice |
| Hunting | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
| Wilderness Survival (Swamp) | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
| Tracking | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
| Animal Husbandry | 5 SP | 5 | Novice |
| Land Navigation | 5 SP | 5 | Novice |
Lores
Local Kenash Fauna
Obal - A Warning of Mages
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: A two year old Inganu Deepwoods hunting dog called Donoghue. Trained to help him track down prey with his heightened scent and sight he was purchased off an old, gnarly hunter who was an friend of his father before Dira claimed him. Davos relies on him heavily both when hunting and even emotionally and so they have grown incredibly close over the short time he had owned him.
Housing
Location: Kenash
House: A cottages, roughly 20x20, includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table.
Ledger
| Purchase | Date Received | Cost | Total |
| Starting | Starting Package | +100 GM | 100 GM |
| Purchase - Tattoo | Starting Package | -1 GM | 99 GM |
| Purchase - Heavy Crossbow | Starting Package | -50 GM | 49 GM |
| Purchase - Quiver | Starting Package | -20 GM | 29 GM |
| Purchase - Crossbow Bolts (20) | Starting Package | -2 GM | 27 GM |
| Purchase - Wooden Pipe | Starting Package | -14 GM | 13 GM |
| Purchase - Tobacco Pouch | Starting Package | -1 GM | 12 GM |
| Purchase - Kline (10 oz) | Starting Package | -0.5 GM | 11.5 GM |
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