Aaeron Ryzyn

[Aaeron]

Winter 52nd, 486 AV Aaeron Ryzyn "The only thing stronger than my taste for music is my taste for women." Appearance "I met a young maiden down by the dock..." Full Name: Aaeron Davimir Ryzyn Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 6'3" Weight: 150 lbs Birth Date: Winter 52nd, 486 AV Birth Location: Lhavit Current Location: Lhavit Profession: Bard Likes: Music, Skilled Individuals, Humor, Bards, Beautiful Women Dislikes: War, Stern People, Stupid People, Drinking, Akalaks, Fate Merits: Endearing, fast learner, friendly Flaws: Failed romantic, compulsive liar, easily annoys others, often jokes at the wrong times Fluent: Common Basic: Nari Poor: Tukant Gnosis: None Despite what he may say, Aaeron is merely handsome, not the human manifestation of good looks. With both black hair and black eyes, he was nicknamed "raven" as a child. He is relatively tall, standing at just over six feet, and weighing about one hundred and fifty pounds. Personality "She took all my copper and sat on my-" Aaeron is a young bard who never seems to be upset. Making jokes constantly, and smiling more often than not, he finds himself disliked by those of more grim disposition. Using this, he often teases such individuals, infuriating them even more. More than once, he has been swung at, with either a gauntlet or a blade. Even an arrow, once upon a time. Despite his wild stories and arrogance, Aaeron is no great adventurer. He did not lose any loved ones to begin his journey for revenge. He did not join any band of heroes to save the world from another Valterrian. He is simply a bard who wishes to one day be involved in something bigger than himself. As a child, he had dreams of knighthood one night, and dreams of piracy the next. He would play at adventuring with other children in the streets of Lhavit, getting into a great deal of trouble. It was not uncommon for him to come home with bruises and scratches from playing with the older boys. An endearing individual, from boyhood to adulthood, he always had more friends than enemies. The older boys felt protective of him, while the younger ones looked up to him. However, the realm he never had much luck with was that of the feminine sex. Oh, they enjoyed his company well enough, but he only ever managed to bed one, and that was in exchange for a few silvers. Of course, he would never admit this. If one were to believe his stories, they would think him the god of fertility. As much a liar as a man, he never fails to bend the truth to its snapping point, and proceed to hit it with a rock until it shatters. One of the few areas he is wholly serious in is his faith. He is a worshiper of Rhaus, through and through. This faith is what led him to become a bard in the first place, and fueled his desire to one day leave Lhavit and travel Mizahar. He wishes to learn the songs of the world, and one day become a champion of his god. History "Damn it, why can I never finish that song?" Aaeron has had a relatively easy life. His father died before he was born, so he was raised by his mother and grandfather in Lhavit. His grandfather, an old priest of Rhaus, was a phenomenal (if relatively unknown) bard. He formed a close bond with his grandfather, always setting his activities aside to listen to the endless stories. It was he who taught Aaeron about Rhaus, and passed on some of his skill with the fiddle. Aaeron grew up aspiring to become a bard, eagerly learning how to play his instrument. Whenever he wasn't playing with other children or helping his family work, he was working to improve his skills as a fiddler. Eventually, he found himself skilled enough to enter into a small group of musicians. He found himself falling in love with one of the lutenists, an Inarta woman named Ari. They would sit and talk for hours, and he picked up a basic understanding of Nari. However, he did not get along well with another member: an Akalak named Doros. He and his brother, Eron, would stage fights while the rest played music to match. All he ever learned of Tukant from Doros were vulgarities. It turned out that Ari and Doros were wife and husband. One too many times flirting with Ari and arguing with Doros got him expelled from the group. Doros laughed at him as he left, giving him a deep hatred of Akalaks. He now plays in bars for coin by day, dreaming of adventure by night. Skills "I like to think of myself as an adept in the bard's craft."   Physical Skill Experience Total Level # - - - # - - - # - - -   Mental Skill Experience Total Level # - - - # - - - # - - -   Social Skill Experience Total Level Rhetoric 9 SP 9/100 Novice Storytelling 11 SP 15 RB 26/100 Competent # - - -   Trade Skill Experience Total Level Fiddle 30 SP 30/100 Competent # - - - # - - -   Arcane Skill Experience Total Level # - - - # - - - # - - - Lores "Say what you will, but never question my devotion to Rhaus."   Deities Rhaus   Music Tavern Music of Lhavit Possessions "Touch my fiddle. Go on; I dare you. Fiddle my fiddle."   Clothing White Shirt Black Doublet Grey Pants Undergarments Dark Grey Cloak Black Boots   Equipment Waterskin Backpack Comb Brush Soap Razor Eating Knife Flint & Steel   Miscellaneous Rations   Heirloom Aaeron's beloved fiddle has been with him since his first birthday. Mere weeks before his grandfather's death, the elderly man passed his fiddle down the Aaeron, skipping over the father who had died just before his birth. He is very protective of the crimson instrument, forbidding anyone but trustworthy friends from touching it. He will sometimes dare others to touch it and experience the ramificiations. Such consequences are often bruises on the hands or arms. He even broke someone's nose once.   Ledger Name Cost Total Starting +100 Kina 100 Kina Housing "A modest abode for a not-so-modest man." Aaeron lives in a small cottage in Lhavit. Threads "Thread? I'm a bard, not a weaver!"   Summer 515 AV Date Title Progress # - - # - - # - -   Flashback Date Title Progress # - - # - - # - -