AppearanceRace: Isur
Gender: Male
Age: Isurian age > 73 years old.
Birthday: 15th of Fall, 444 AV
Birthplace: Sylira Region > Ravok
Isurian Arm: A lightblue'ish tint.
Gnosis: None.
Character ConceptIf you'd ask Saratov to describe himself, he wouldn't answer. Not to be rude, mysterious or whatever reason the person asking would think of. There's no right answer, no clear definition, no understandable synopsis of his persona. It's an impossible task for any person to describe one's self truthfully, correctly or completely. There is a keyword that could give you a general idea of his personality and character though, it won't sketch him in-depth or even truthfully in every scenario, but it'll convey a general gist.
Wicked.
That's one of the first keywords that come to mind when describing Saratov. He has a wicked sense of humor, wicked sense of reality, wicked sense of justice and wicked sense of devotion. To Saratov, reality is not a kumbaya place, people aren't holding hands in a circle and chanting to the deities. They're making fists, holding blades and covered in blood in the name of 'the kings'. He doesn't mind, he accepts it, even more so... Saratov embraces it. He too will dig dirt for the heavens above. He will fight, kill and die for what he believe is a just and worthy cause.
Doesn't mean he is a grim and dark character though, he loves a good laugh and enjoying life on a daily basis, usually with a quirky little smile on his lips when life doesn't flip it upside down and things get sour, but it does, often enough to make most smiles into frowns, he refuses to let life get the better of him in that aspect.
As far as devotion and faith goes: Rhysol and only Rhysol.
Character HistoryHis parents came to Ravok before he was even born, it was they who indoctrinated him into following Rhysol and everything the Divine stood for. Basically born as a Pawn for his chessgame, raised to become a Tower in due time though. Al though he hasn't become one yet, he still devoutly strives for it.
His mother taught him the basics in poisoncrafting while his father bestowed upon him a broad but shallow array of skills and knowledge in the subtle arts of mindgames and related skills. In time Saratov really started to get the hang of it, but crossed the line and started to use his abilities on his own parents. They eventually connected the dots and condemned him a threat to their own well-being and safety. So the war began, the parents schemed and eventually decided on selling their own creation off in a slave auction.
If it wasn't for a fluke, Saratov would've never found out. Fortunately for him, fate had different plans for him and he bailed only moments before their wicked plan was set in motion. Now without home, without parents, without anything but the handful of items he had grabbed in a hurry before running away, he found himself more embraced by Rhysol than ever before.
He drowned himself in the thought that Rhysol had given him the clarity of mind and threw the favored dice of fortune himself, for he has greater plans for Saratov. He began praying and visiting Rhysol's temples far more often, studying and training, all for him.
LanguageFluent Language: Common.
Basic Language: Isurian.
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Investigation | 10 RB, 10 SP | 20 | Novice |
Interrogation | 15 SP | 15 | Novice |
Poison | 15 SP | 15 | Novice |
Subterfuge | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
LoresLore of Religion: Rhysol
Lore of Ravok: Basic Layout
Possessions1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Identification Kit
HousingLocation: Ravok
House: A NHC Standard Unit, without balcony, for a citizen of Ravok.
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
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