Evandro Stormstrider Basic Information Race: Drykas Birthday & Age : Autumn 24th, 486. 24. Gender: Male Physical Description With gray-green eyes set upon a dark tanned face and skin toughened by the heat of sun and cold of winter, the young man’s body is clearly one of someone who’s been raised in the harsh life of the Drykas. He stands at 6’2” and has the athletic physique of many years of travel and combat training. His windmark encompasses his right shoulder and lower on the same arm Evandro has another tattoo, its meaning: a mystery to all buy him. Unlike most Drykas, Evandro’s hair holds little length and falls well above his shoulders. Character Concept Evandro is the guy you really want to be mad at but is so charismatic he makes it incredibly difficult to hold ill will against him. His hair is short but his people don’t shun him because he remains a very competent fighter. He is a joyful and outgoing guy who people can’t help but enjoy having around. With a wide smile always present on his lips Evandro lights up a room and within minutes has everyone drinking, dancing and having a merry time. His infectious personality makes him glow to those whose eyes fall his direction. Likes: Women, men, strong gusts of wind, thunderstorms, the outdoors, alcohol and other mind-altering substances Dislikes: Normalcy, boring people, losing, papaya… Character History From a very young age Evandro was dubbed the golden child. He was clever, strong, creative and good at nearly everything he tried. And though he’d so often succeed at all his attempts, he was always very grounded and quick to help those who didn’t find the ease he did. He was well liked amongst adults as well as his peers easily making friends with everyone. When he was only 11 years old, he was chosen by a strider. It was a one-year-old palomino filly. Both were quite young but from the day the filly approached Evandro, they were forever united. As per some strange coincidence, the horse’s parents had bonded with Evandro’s own and to the whole pavilion as well as the clan it was taken as a sign from the gods. Evandro’s father was the Ankal and had only married once, which was his way of showing his wife that their union was a mark of true unmistakable love and that’d he’d let nothing get in the way. When Evandro was 12, his parents gave him a younger brother, Leandro. The bubbling baby made the four the epitome of the perfect family. Everything seemed to set for Evandro’s future. He grew to be a skilled rider and a prodigy with a bow much like his father had been before him. From his mother he learned the arts of medicine and herbalism. The son of an expert marksman and a Rak’keli healer, everyone expected good things to come from Evandro but the boy knew he was unsure of such a future. Like his father he’d been marked by Zulrav, a Stormwatcher, and the youth often found solace in standing in a windstorm, feeling the cold air hit him, breathing in the gusts as they came. As an adolescent Evandro was very much liked by more girls, he was tall, handsome, strong. And he liked them too but he also noticed that he was more attracted to boys. As he grew older Evandro had relationships with both genders much to his father’s annoyance and his mother’s worry. His father wanted Evandro to be like him with a wife and family. His mother desperately wanted grandchildren. Their son’s ambiguity towards sexuality was like a game of chance where both parents hoped he’d end up with a woman but the game never seemed to end. When his game him the ultimatum or either getting married or not being chosen as his heir Evandro chose the later. He’d never wanted to be the pavilion’s leader in any case. This seemed like the best way out. His father respected his decision though he disagreed with it. In an attempt to announce his stepping down from the pavilion heir position Evandro cut his hair short and presented his long locks to his father in a gesture of respect. “This is a symbol of the power I give up and bestow upon my brother or whomever you choose to be your heir.” There was great disapproval from the other Drykas but because his parents were held in such high regard and neither held ill will towards him, Evandro’s life wasn’t terribly damaged by his choice. His next choice however was enough to change everything. After much thought and deliberating, Evandro decided he had to leave. Leave his land, leave his people. He needed distance, and in this distance he hoped a goal in his life, a meaning to his life. And with that, Evandro packed his bags and said his goodbyes, one day he’d return but until that day he’d be on his own, just him and his mare. Training
Equipment and Possessions Clothing
~White cotton shirt ~Brown leather pants ~Brown leather boots ~Black woolen cloak Wilderness Gear
Leather backpack Toiletries Eating knife Flint & steel Large tent (4 person) Large tarp 100 ft of rope Lantern Torches (2) Bedroll Blanket Fishing tackle & hooks Full set of tack Large saddlebags Horse blanket & hood Consumables
~Waterskin (full) ~Dried foods (1 week) Weapons
~ShortbowHeirloom given to him by his father(40 arrows) Mounts
~Cyphrus Palomino Strider Mare :Tempest: Ledger
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