Eren Turna

[Eren Turna]

EREN TURNA

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Name: Eren Turna
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 24th Day of Autumn, 497 AV
Birthplace: Syliras
Profession: Squire
Likes: Improving his skills. Blondes.
Dislikes: People who abuse their power. Sweet things.
Trivia: Is usually late to appointments.

 

Appearance

Standing at slightly below average height, Eren is hardly an imposing figure. While he may lack the sheer bulk possessed by some of the more muscle-orientated squires in the order, Eren's figure is lean and well toned.

Eren's pale, olive eyes hold an inquisitive light, and they sit comfortable on his face beneath thin eyebrows. His features are well balanced, if somewhat narrow and devoid of facial hair. The hair on his head is brown and average in length. More often than not, it appears somewhat shaggy, like he couldn't be bothered putting in the time to properly groom himself.

Eren keeps his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and will really only wear his duster when moving from one place to another. He'll frequently forget to make sure he's presentable, and it isn't uncommon for him to be seen with only a partially tucked in shirt, for example. Eren is very fond of his silk scarf, and he keeps it worn elegantly around his neck.

On the back of Eren's neck is the gnosis mark granted to him by Wysar. It takes the appearance of a blue flame that burns brightly with a strange glow. His hair and scarf normally keep the mark concealed, though particularly close inspection might reveal traces of the glow seeping through the smallest of gaps.

 

Character Concept

From a distance, Eren likely appears to be somewhat of an aloof individual. In many ways, this is not an inaccurate observation, since the young squire will usually find himself distracted by one thought or another. On more mundane topics, he speaks with a reserved politeness. Should a conversation turn - either naturally or through his prodding - to a subject more to his interest, he displays an almost immature level of excitement. In these situations, certain social niceties like the concept of personal space can be temporarily forgotten. Furthermore, he is significantly less reserved with people he is familiar with and -while he isn't necessarily proud of the fact - Eren has inherited a measure of his father's bluntness.

Eren's intelligence makes him somewhat quirky, but he's a good man at heart. Furthermore, his dedication to both his training and studies borders on devout.

 

Character History

Pre-Creation

Born and raised in Syliras, Eren belongs to a long line of Syliran Knights. His father is Walter Turna, a knight of some renown belonging to a number of anti-magic political movements in the citadel of stone. Shorty after becoming a page and being assigned his first foster family, Eren's mother returned to active duty. She was a knight trained in the healing arts, a field medic. She lost her life in a skirmish with a group of Ebonstryfe; struck down my a reimancer.

Where Eren's father was harsh, and intolerant, his mother was gentle, and accepting. Eren dealt with the death as well as any six-year-old could; he remembers crying, but wasn't entirely sure why. It was around this time that Eren's relationship with his father started to sour, and the brief periods of time they spent together usually ended in argument.

As a page, Eren learnt many things. While his foster families were generally chosen for their skill in the fields his father wanted Eren to learn, the crafty page found ways to instead learn what he found interesting. In particular, he went through a phase where he'd convinced himself he wanted to be a healer, like his mother.

He found his lessons with the healers in Syliras depressing. A lot of people could be saved, but many others couldn't. Limbs were destroyed in freak accidents, and death was an ever constant presence. Eren eventually came to the conclusion that people were too fragile, and it was this train of thought that eventually led him to morphing.

It was around this time that Eren became a squire, and he specifically asked for a patron who could teach him the magic he covetted. His request was granted, but his father was outraged when he learnt of the fact. Eren was adamant in his desire to become a mage-knight, however, which resulted in a falling out between the father and son.

Knowledge & Understanding

 

Skills - Physical

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Acrobatics	24 SP	24	Novice
Riding: Horse	5 SP, + 4 XP	9	Novice
Unarmed Combat	11 SP, 15 RB, 2 XP	28	Competent

 

Skills - Social

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Interrogation	1 XP	1	Novice
Observation	5 XP	5	Novice
Rhetoric	3 XP	3	Novice
Socialization	4 XP	4	Novice

 

Skills - Mental

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Tactics	2 XP	2	Novice

 

Skills - Trade

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Animal Husbandry	2 XP	2	Novice
Medicine	5 SP	5	Novice

 

Skills - Magic

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Auristics	5 SP	5	Novice

 

Morphing Models

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Lore

Knighthood
>Living away from one's Patron

Locations
>Location: Mithryn Outpost
>Moving to Mithryn Outpost

Magic
>Djed: The Basics

Medicine
>Anatomy: Human

People
>Ser Dom and his Squire Will
>Ser Tristan Whitevine: Stewart Knight, head of Mithyrn Outpost
>Slip: Bozderon Shadow Dog, puppy

Tactics
>Tactics: Tripping opponent
>Tactics: Using Evantia to slip past opponent's guard

 

Language

Fluent Language: Common

Basic Language: N/A

Poor Language: Kontinese

 

Gnosis

God(dess)	Gnosis	Mark 1	Mark 2	Mark 3	Mark 4
Wysar	Evantia	Starting Package	NA	NA	NA

• Current Trackable Targets: 1

Gnosis Story :

34th Day of Summer, 511 AV Sometime between 13th and 14th bell, Warm, yellow candlelight pooled in the otherwise dark room, every gentle flicker sending soft shadows climbing up the scarred masonry. Eren sat hunched over a small wooden desk, alone in his dormitory. Before him lay a single tome. The book was his: a gift. Inside, page after page described the author's work with the human body. For what felt like the thousandth time, he'd turned to a page dominated by the neatly sketched diagram of a skeleton. Each bone was numbered, and the preceding page assigned each number a name. First Cervical Vertebra, Atlas. Second Cervical Vertebra, Axis The young squire worked down the list, and in this way he passed the time. The exercise relaxed him, though he was confident he could summon any of the names from memory should the need arise. Lost in thought as he was, Eren didn't hear the gentle scrape of metal on rock until it was right behind him. There was someone else in the room. Before he had time to react to the fact, a set of thick, oily fingers wrapped firmly around Eren's exposed neck. In a frantic attempt to defend himself, the squire twisted and clawed in vain at the assailant's bulging forearm, nails scratching helplessly against a steel vambrace. "Insolent brat!" A guttural voice grunted through grinding teeth, and the pressure Eren felt on his neck increased by no small margin. With a sudden jerk, he was yanked to his feet and slammed into the stone wall, colliding with a dull thud. The air in Eren's lungs was forced from his body, accompanied by a series of sputtering gasps. Shoulders throbbing from the impact, stabs of pain assaulted his brain and refused to be ignored. Tears welled in the boys eyes, and a single thought pierced the thick fog that was creeping across his conciousness. Why? A sharp, burning sensation erupted across the side of Eren's face, and he cried out in pain. "Let's not go to sleep now, squire. Your superior here wants to have a chat with you." It sounded like the man was gargling nails, and every syllable grated on Eren's ears. Having regained some sense of lucidity, he craned his neck to properly inspect the man. His features were difficult to make out in the subtle lighting; a full beard, big nose, dark eyes... Eren didn't recognise him. But if he was telling the truth, then- There! Sure enough, attached to the man's right collar was a silver pin shaped like a single sword; he was a Syliran Knight. "Who are-" Eren's question turned into a muffled grunt as he was struck again. Despite the explosion of pain, Eren suspected the older knight was restraining himself. The blows weren't intended to cause any real damage. They were an insult, an attention getter. "I don't recall giving you permission to speak, whelp." A silence stretched between the two of them. He was challenging Eren, daring him to open his mouth. The squire kept his head down and his mouth shut. He was at the knight's mercy, he knew. "That's better," said the knight, and Eren could hear the smirk in his words. "Now, what say me and you have us a little chat?" When Eren remained quiet, a fist slammed into his stomach. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer!" said the knight to a wheezing Eren. Despite the anger clearly evident in his tone, he kept his voice soft. Eren found it more than a little unnerving. "Yes, Ser..." Eren trailed off, fishing for a name. He made a point of gasping slightly against the knight's iron grip around his throat. "Just Ser is fine, squire," the knight replied bluntly. Though to his credit, he did slacken his grip slightly. "I am here to... encourage that you reconsider your aspirations, squire. Magic is corrupt, and not befitting of the order, see?" As soon as the knight spoke, the entire situation started to make sense. "My father sent you." It was not a question. "Not exactly." the knight continued. "There are many of us who think it would be detrimental for Ser Walter Turna's son to be one of those." He practically spat the last few words. "A mage-knight?" Eren asked, somewhat redundantly. The answer was obvious. "Yes, a mage-knight. Though you must understand there is nothing knightly about them. Walking disasters waiting to happen, they are." The knight spoke with a passion Eren found surprising given his otherwise brutish bearing. "So, how does this-" "Don't play dumb with me!" the knight snapped. "Your father is at forefront of the noble fight to bring safety to Syliras! He fights to tighten the leash on our mage-knights, if not remove them entirely. Ser Walter's work is hard enough without his brat of a son taking up the toxic mantle of magic himself!" With every point, the knight tightened his grip around Eren's neck. Fear. Eren's mind had been too busy dealing with shock to feel it before, but when he saw the knight's eyes, saw the anger in their depths, he felt it. Deep, dark, and suffocating fear. It pushed against the young squire, threatening to snuff him out. He couldn't breathe, though a small part of him attributed that to the pressure on his throat, and time slowed to a standstill. I am going to die, he realised. A plethora of possible alibis came to the young squire, some more believable than others, but he was sure the older knight would pick at least one. Would the Council of Three believe him? Would he care? Eren was convinced that his assailant believed he was working to preserve order. It stood to reason he'd be willing to sacrifice himself for the cause, misguided though his interpretation was. "...-ong," Eren mumbled, and the older knight hesitated. "What was that?" he demanded. "You're... wrong." Eren said it again, his gaze meeting the knight's. In those few moments of despair, Eren had grown angry, both at his own helplessness, and the situation he was in. The anger built inside of him until it roared with the heat of an inferno, but it did not erupt. Instead, it tempered him; searing away his hesitation and hardening his resolve before burning itself out, vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. "Magic is no more evil than a sword, or an arrow. It can be used to kill, but it can also be used to protect. Use it wisely, and it can accomplish great things. I will use it for good. I will be the kind of knight Syliras can depend on... but I'll do it my way." How he kept his voice level, Eren would never know. It was the same thing he'd said to his father during their last big argument, but for the first time Eren actually believed his own words. The older knight stared at Eren for a long while, searching for... something. "Petch," he said, releasing a very confused Eren. "Why did you-" "You got guts, kid. Grit your teeth." "Grit my-" the blow connected with Eren's jaw, and his world went dark. A familiar smell tickled at Eren's nostrils, and his eyes fluttered open. His face hurt. With a groan, he pushed himself into a sitting position, and- "Good to see you're awake," came a deep, cheerful voice. Eren froze, not recognising the the speaker, and recent events had made him weary of strangers. Slowly, he turned his head towards the source of the sound. Leaning against the wall by his desk stood a giant chiselled from midnight steel. Eren recognised the newcomer as an akalak. Members of the all-male warrior race weren't an unfamiliar sight in Syliras, though he could only imagine as to why one was in his room. A fresh candle sat burning on his desk, and the flickering light cast an imposing shadow across his visitor's face. "Who are-" "Eat first, you look hungry." The akalak cut Eren off in that same, pleasant tone, producing a wooden bowl and offering it to the bruised squire. The fragrance that roused him from his sleep wafted from its contents: stew. Alternating his gaze between the food and the akalak, a quick assessment confirmed that he was, in fact, starving. How long had he been unconscious? Deciding that it didn't really matter at that point, Eren took the food with a nod of thanks and started to eat. Chewing flared the pain in his jaw, prompting a wince, and the akalak regarded him with a warm smile. "The cooks outdid themselves today," the Akalak said, and Eren noticed the empty bowl on his desk, scraped clean of its contents. "All things considered I probably should have waited," he continued, scratching idly at his chin. "Did you want some more?" Eren asked between bites, offering what remained of his meal. The cold stew truly was delicious, Eren thought, and he secretly hoped the akalak would decline. "I'll be fine, Eren" he said, but something about Eren's words must have amused him, since he was grinning slightly. Relieved that he could finish the food himself, Eren- "Wait, how do you know my name?" the young squire asked. For the briefest of moments, he worried that another anti-magic zealot had come to torment him. "Hmm? Oh, I've had my eye on you for a while now, Eren." Stepping away from the wall, the akalak offered the still seated Eren his hand. "The name's Wysar, by the way. A pleasure to finally meet you." Eren stared numbly at the outstretched hand. Wysar. Eren knew the name well. The young squire gulped, searching frantically for the right words. "So you're a-" "A god? Yes. Am I not what you expected?" Wysar assumed that same, warm smile, and somehow Eren knew that he was telling the truth. "It's not that, it's just... why talk to me?" Wysar was largely revered within the Syliran Knights, and Eren couldn't fathom as to why the god would waste his time with him. Pulling his hand away, Wysar rolled his shoulders in what Eren could only assume was the god's approximation of a shrug. "Why? Some might argue that it's rude to question a god, you know," Wysar said sternly, and Eren's breath caught in his throat. "Of course, you always have been the inquisitive type, haven't you Eren?" The young squire exhaled in relief, and Wysar chuckled at the reaction. "It's simple Eren," the god continued. "You've impressed me." "I... how? When?" A piece of Eren chastised himself for babbling like a buffoon before the god. "I won't go into the details, Eren. The last thing I want is to give you an ego. Put simply, you've chosen a good path, and I want you to stick to it... Here, this'll be easier than trying to explain." Again, Wysar extended a helping hand to Eren, and this time the squire took it without hesitation. As the god yanked him to his feet, Eren felt a sharp tingling sensation on the back of his neck. Gnosis. Evantia. The knowledge flooded Eren's system; he had been marked by Wysar. "I have given you this gift because I want to see you succeed. Use it often, but never with malice. I have faith in you, Eren, and I know you will do me proud." Wysar kept his advice brief, knowing that his bestowal of the mark had given Eren all of the information he would need. Eren stood motionless, stunned by the events that had just transpired. "I don't know what to say, I-" "Sleep first, talk later. Your face is going to hurt even more in the morning." With a sluggish nod, Eren walked over to his bunk and crawled into it. He was feeling suddenly drowsy. Within moments, he'd fallen asleep. Of course, when he awoke the next day Wysar had already left. Despite the throbbing in his jaw, Eren almost suspected his entire encounter with the god had been a dream. That all changed when he tapped the back of his neck and felt his evantia aura expand. The rush of sensation almost knocked him off his feet. Turning towards the space the god had occupied the night before, Eren gave a nod of thanks. "I'll do you proud," he said to the empty air, wondering if Wysar was listening. Regardless, he thought, it was a promise he intended to keep.

 

Shield Points

What Are Shield Points?

Shield Points are a means of tracking honour for members of the Syliran Knights. Just like skills and lore, they can be granted as a thread reward. Passively, they serve as a way to gauge a PC's Fame, but they can also be traded in for IC rewards and/or bonuses.

Eren's Shield Points

Positive Shield Points	Negative Shield Points	Spent Shield Points	Current Total Shield Points
+2	0	0	+2

Possessions/Inventory

 

Weapons

>None

 

Clothing

>Wool Trousers, Brown
>Leather Boots [High], Dark Brown
>Linen Shirt, Light Grey
>Leather Coat [Duster], Maroon
>Leather Jerkin, Dark Brown
>Leather Belt, Black
>Linen Underwear, White
>Silk Scarf, Forest Green

>Belt Pouch, Brown
>Belt Pouch, Brown

 

Academic

>Book, Blank
>Book, Blank
>Charcoal (20 sticks)
>Quill (10) | Creation
>Ink (1 Oz. Vial) (10)
>Jar, Pint (2)

 

Surivival

>Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
>1 Eating Knife
>Flint & Steel
>Waterskin, 1 Gallon

 

Mount

>None

 

Miscellaneous

>Backpack
>Comb (Wood)
>Brush (Wood)
>Soap
>Razor

> Mizas

 

Heirloom

Book [Human Anatomy]: Boasting a simple leather cover, the book was gifted to Eren when he was still a page. His foster knight at the time had taken Eren to meet the konti healers of Syliras, and the interest he displayed in their work prompted the giving of this gift.

 

Housing

Location: Syliras

Squire Dormitories: Eren was assigned a dormitory following his acceptance into the Syliran Knights as a squire. The room is very humble and boasts only the necessities but includes a bed and a chest for Eren's belongings. It's maximum capacity is three squires.

UPDATE: As of Spring 515, Eren has been transferred to The Mithryn Outpost. He has been given a bed in the squire dorm located in The Garrison.

Relationships

 

The Patron Knight

Name: Farkus Gornidas Race: Human DoB: 67th Day of Autumn, 474 AV PoB: Syliras Title: Sergeant Mage-Knight Skills: Unarmed Combat [30], Riding: Horse [30], Auristics [35], Morphing [40], Disguise [45], Investigation [70], Impersonation [45] Gnosis: 1 Sylir, 1 Night Stalking Additional Info: Syliras itself is practically devoid of crime. A big part of that is thanks to the knights who patrol the citadel's stony halls in full plate, deterring petty criminals with their presence alone. A bigger part is thanks to knights like Farkus, who topple larger criminal plots before they even have a chance to take off. Armed with an array of aliases approved by his superiors, Farkus moves amongst the general population, keeping his eyes and ears open for the warning signs of trouble. He possesses a number of contacts who aid him, none of which are human. His gnosis mark allows him to communicate with shadows, and he's built good relationships with the local ones over the years. Very rarely assigned squires, Farkus encourages a self-taught approach to learning. That being said, he makes a point of giving the occasional lesson regarding things he decides are of particular import. Usually friendly, when his anger is roused Farkus is a frightening individual.

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The Father

Name: Walter Turna Race: Human DoB: 42nd Day of Spring, 465 AV PoB: Syliras Title: Stewart Knight Skills: Weapon: Bastard Sword [68], Weapon: Shield [55], Weapon: Shortbow [42], Riding: Horse [47], Leadership [72], Tactics [43], Politics [49] Gnosis: 1 Sylir Additional Info: Coming from a long line of Syliran Knights, Walter takes his position very seriously. Keeping order is his top priority, and as such, Walter bears a particular distaste for the chaotic nature of magic. Even the mage-knights of the order are not above his scrutiny, though he takes care not to overstep his bounds. Furthermore, Walter takes steps to ensure that none of the fifty knights under his direct command are magic users; even the martial magic flux is forbidden in his ranks. Decidedly blunt, Walter has made a habit of clearly stating what he wants, then working to make it happen. On the political side of things, he fights for stricter laws and regulations in regards to controlling, observing, and even allowing magic in the citadel of peace. He encourages a 'kill first, ask questions later' approach to dealing with cases of unauthorised magic use/abuse anywhere in or around Syliras. Walter is the father to aspiring mage-knight Eren Turner, but if one were to ask him, he would simply state that he had no son. Since his wife's passing, there had been nothing but friction between the boy and his father. Walter considered his son's foray with magic the ultimate act of betrayal, and was quick to disown him after his discovery of the fact.

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The Dog

Name: Slip Race: Bozderon Shadow Dog DoB: Sometime during Autumn, 514 AV PoB: The Mithryn Outpost Additional Info: Eren has only recently come into ownersip of this little pup. They're relationship is still fresh, and only time will tell how it will develop.

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Starting Package

Purchase	When	Cost	Total
Starting Package	Creation	+100 GM	100 GM
Silk Scarf, Forest Green	Creation	-37 SM, 50 CM	99 GM, 62 SM, 50 CM
Leather Jerkin, Dark Brown	Creation	-12 SM	99 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Belt Pouch, Brown	Creation	-1 GM	98 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Belt Pouch, Brown	Creation	-1 GM	97 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Waterskin, 1 Gallon	Creation	-1 GM	96 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Book, Blank	Creation	-3 GM	93 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Book, Blank	Creation	-3 GM	90 GM, 50 SM, 50 CM
Charcoal (20 sticks)	Creation	-10 CM	90 Gm, 50 SM, 40 CM
Quill (10)	Creation	50 CM	-90 GM, 49 SM, 90 CM
Ink (1 Oz. Vial) (10)	Creation	-10 GM	80 GM, 49 SM, 90 CM
Jar, Pint (2)	Creation	-12 GM	68 GM, 49 SM, 90 CM

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Spring, 515 AV

Purchase	When	Cost	Total
Start of Season	Start of Season	N/A	68 GM, 49 SM, 90 CM
Bozderon Shadow Dog	3rd Day of Spring, 515 AV	-40 GM	28 GM, 49 SM, 90 CM

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Spring, 515 AV

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Movin' To Mithryn	3rd Day of Spring, 515 AV	GradedSkills: Riding: Horse +4 Socialization +4 Interrogation +1 Observation +5 Animal Husbandry +2 Rhetoric +2 Unarmed Combat +2 Tactics +2 Lore: Moving to Mithryn Outpost Tactics: Using Evantia to slip past opponent's guard Tactics: Tripping opponent Ser Dom and his Squire Will Location: Mithryn Outpost Ser Tristan Whitevine: Stewart Knight, head of Mithyrn Outpost Slip: Bozderon Shadow Dog, puppy Living away from one's Patron Loot: Shield Points +2
Struggling To Adjust	7th Day of Spring, 515 AV	Ongoing

 

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