Arvan Khoer
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Arvan Khoer "... I have got to eat." A highly efficient delivery Au Ra. Transports everything in confidence, from the pet dogs of your sworn enemies* to rare odds and ends from the cadavers of primals**. * The scope of her services do not extend to the elimination of political rivals. ** Your requests will be fulfilled anon. No questions asked.
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About
Arvan is a Xaela denizen of Aldenard, originally hailing from the Tumet tribe. Having failed its rite of passage at the vulnerable age of 10, she remains consigned to her meaningless placeholder name arvankhoër, which translates to the number 'twelve'. Over the course of her life, interaction with Eorzeans would have the syllables in her name evenly split in such a way as to form a given name and surname - Arvan Khoer.
Carrying out most of her work in Coerthas, she is an (un)popular presence within Ishgard who earned herself the right to walk its streets unbothered by unwittingly saving the life of an Inquisitor in the past. A subject of persecution within the Holy See proper, she remains relatively sought-after by merchants and taxidermists who elect the clandestine pursuit of precious pelts and rare game. Unemotional towards her work environment, she can only be chanced upon in Ishgard once every 3 or 4 moons, but in recent years seems to have frequented the Coerthan central highlands, lending labor to the front lines of defense against dravanian hordes. It is unclear at whose behest she does so, having no known connections to the Ishgardian service. Due to her absence in other habitable areas, it is commonly thought that during these times she seeks dwelling within Xelphatol, or in the pit of Witchdrop. (Neither of these is accurate.)
'Blessed' with odd titles from associates (ex. 'courier woman', 'aevisbane', and the more derogatory 'scalekin',) she is known to occasionally join forces with journeying adventurers for a short-lived pack hunt. Though in no manner affiliated with Ishgard's chivalric Order of the Knights Dragoon, her spear-hunting techniques appear to bear close resemblance to those employed by its members.
Recently charged on suspicion of heresy within the domain of Ishgard, with an added count of contempt of the court after forgetting to attend her hearing, she was subject to a trial by combat. She seems to have come away from this experience no worse for wear.
Clothing
Arvan weathers the extreme cold of Calamity-impacted Coerthas by wearing a thick glacial coat, and in environments of mild or warmer weather, an ornate outfit paired with sandals and shorts to minimize encumbrance on her legs for ease of movement. A pair of sheathed knives, one for gutting and another for butchering, are always bound to her thigh, never used for anything but field dressing. She also prefers to keep the particularly dense scales on her neck concealed by turtleneck-type clothing to avoid drawing more attention than necessary.
Only when tasked with hunting dravanians, Spoken, and large beastkin is Arvan ever seen donning a proper suit of armor. It has been denounced as causing her to bear 'too much resemblance to an aevis' especially with her tail visible, but to all intents and purposes keeps her well-guarded. When necessary, she hides the striking glare of her irises, which has caused unrest among some of those witness to them, behind a sturdy steel eye-mask.
Voice
Arvan's voice can be referenced from that of Margaret (voiced by Michelle Ann Dunphy.)
Quirks
- Capable of eating like an animal going into hibernation. Though her appetite is satiable, her stomach is still as mysterious as the Void. Those familiar tend to find amusement in the reactions of others being initiated to the sheer amount Arvan can consume.
- Has a distinct speech pattern, often using odd and somewhat goofy formality that has also served to keep her out of trouble. As she is illiterate and still communicates by translating words from her mother language in her head, her word use can be somewhat stiff.
- Prone to staring if she finds something appealing about you (typically a piece of armor or jewelry,) but her 'resting bitch face' tends to create misunderstandings. Her admiration of someone is always pure, never misguided.
A taught nomad and lone wolf, Arvan often has trouble with forming close bonds and maintaining kinships. Confident only with self-preservation, she nonetheless strives to better her own strengths in order to extend protection to those of whom have requested it, as well as the precious few close to her heart. One restrictive yet well-founded insecurity of hers is the fear of becoming a burden due to her own shortcomings. Not nearly as stern as she tends to come off as, she is possessed of a tolerant and open mind, seeking understanding of all things novel and unfamiliar. At times, she demonstrates thoughtfulness with the most unexpected of approaches. Once self-effacing to a fault, Arvan is slowly learning to celebrate her triumphs - though there remains a rare impish and childish quality to her that she may never grow out of.
It is her hardiness and bravery make her comfortable with solitude. Rarely obvious is how easily affected she is on the emotional front, though a tendency to miss social cues can also have her failing to read situations as is appropriate of most. Additionally, her general oblivion towards the confidence people vest in her contributes to untimely absences when her strengths are required of her. Despite her muted kindness, she has few heroic qualities, being somewhat unreliable as an '11th hour hero'.
She can exhibit 'territorial' behavior on rare occasion, being stubbornly watchful of those who accept her. Her competitive retaliation can come as a surprise to any and all that dares insult the pride of her and hers. Prone to stalking and striking when least anticipated, the scale of damage caused by her acts of vengeance can sometimes be exaggerated to a comical extent.
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Prior to the Rite (Childhood)
Arvan was born as the second child to aged parents. As a child of the Steppe she was as regular as any, but was known for having an unnatural appetite. A gifted spear-fisher from the get-go, she was adored by her older brother, who was one of the tribe's most promising warriors. In time, it came to the attention of tribal shamans that without any guidance whatever, she seemed in some measure capable of bidding her own aether to augment the strength in her limbs, though her ability to control output was downright abysmal. When asked how she achieved such, she would testify to being 'so hungry' she had clenched her gut, stamped her foot out of petulance, and next thing she knew she'd 'woken up exhausted'... inside a small crater on the floor.
As things would have it, Arvan would eventually succeed with the tribal rite of passage. Freeing herself from her bindings with ease and reuniting with her tribe in the span of three weeks, she earned herself the name Tsolmon Tumet. By then already a lauded champion of the hunt, it was during her very first (and last) Naadam event that she became overzealous in her fighting, causing her brother to lose his right eye to an enemy arrow in the process of covering for her. Though he refused to hold her accountable, her sense of responsibility led her to become inseparable from him, and she openly vowed to act as his missing eye. Still, in all her zeal and proven inability to look after others, another accident during a beast hunt would cause her brother to sustain lasting damage to his spine, rendering him crippled. In a short amount of time, the tragedy of plummeting from a well-feared Tumet horseman to a useless paraplegic would drive him into deep despair.
Arvan would plead with her brother not to take his own life for all the shame suffered by the family. Convinced she had 'robbed the tribe of one of its finest warriors', she would renounce her name as a Tumet and request extended leave from the tribe until the day she might return as a someone capable of being in control of her own faculties - capable of being an asset, not a detriment, to her and hers. It is also during this leave that she will travel in search of some means - any means - to restore her brother's command over his own body.
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COMMON RUMORS(easy to overhear)
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MODERATE RUMORS(moderately difficult to overhear)
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RARE RUMORS(very difficult or rarely overheard)
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PC RUMORS(rumors from the characters of other players)
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♥ Romantic Interest ♡ Platonic Love ▲ Good Standing ▼ Poor Standing
♥ - Tsukimi Mizuno: A Doman Raen who is close to her in age. Arvan's love for her is subdued and expressed from a respectful distance, as if Tsukimi might be fragile to her touch. Misunderstandings have been caused among outsiders as Arvan chooses to address Tsukimi as 'my Lady' in public, leading many to assume Arvan's relation to her is one of servitude.
♡ - Zarga: Arvan Khoer's beloved older brother. In the distant past, he was gifted as a warrior in every sense of the word, once even acquiring his tribe’s permission to bring his baby sister into the Naadam strapped on his back to show her the glory of the battlefield. Needless to say, he capably preserved his and his sister’s lives throughout the event, giving her the spectacle of a lifetime, and the strong aspiration to one day become like him.
♡ - Shaar Jhungid: A former member of the Jhungids who treated Zarga as his nemesis, Shaar discarded his enmity upon hearing that his mortal enemy had lost an eye, and even went as far as donning an eyepatch to honor the latter. When Arvan left the Tumets, it was at Zarga's earnest request that Shaar accompany her journey, despite Shaar never having liked Arvan to begin with. Over time, watching her slow and gradual growth has softened his opinion of her, and he now regards her with an almost paternal care. Though she loves him as her own brother as well, Arvan recognizes that his cunning nature makes him unfit to be a moral compass to be relied on, even if he only means the best.
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| Template | Bancroft Gairn |
| Layout reference | D'lyhhia Lhuil |
| Other fiddling | Misik'a Rahsi |
