2017-02-04T01:11:58Z

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: <font style="color:#e5cf5b;" size="3">●</font> '''Enduring''' - The light of youth is almost spent, but his eyes have weathered the harshest roads.
: <font style="color:#e5cf5b;" size="3">●</font> '''Agile''' - He is the fell gale of the battlefield, fast despite the burdens that anchor him.
: <font style="color:#e5cf5b;" size="3">●</font> '''Hound's Loyalty''' - Pity those who stand against the souls he cares for. A hound's bite is easily the fiercest.
: <font style="color:#e5cf5b;" size="3">●</font> '''Honest''' - There is no need to trust the man who never lies. Ware only when he attempts deception.</font>
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">●</font> '''Bloodthirsty''' - The first to draw his blade. The last to leave the massacre.
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">●</font> '''Bound''' - Good men have no need for rules. Averill binds himself to a new one nigh-daily.
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">●</font> '''Rancorous''' - Hackles raised, fangs bared. This hound's tail is easily stepped on.
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">●</font> '''Reticent''' - Averill speaks neither well, nor easily, when thoughts turn to him. His attention would gladly settle anywhere else.</font>
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: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Breathless''' - Sputtering, coughing, clearing his throat, speaking hoarsely or not at all - signs of a man whose lungs struggle for the air he rasps for.
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Sickened Soul''' - To the aether-sensitive or the practised mage, his blight is clear to see. Even Hydaelyn makes known her discontent with his affliction.
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Storm's Frenzy''' - The onset of battle brings the worst of Averill's nature to bear. Neither restraint nor mercy come easily to the Ravager.</font>
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: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Dyrnwyn'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> An enormous greataxe forged from precious metals. Its blade shines purest white, but Averill binds her in thick cloth, like bandages.

:Comfortably wielded in one hand or two, Averill named it for a blade of eld, strong enough that it could pass judgement on those who sought its strength.</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Ghast of the Spine'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> A featureless mask carved from the scutes of some deep-dwelling horror in Abalathia's Spine. Stained red from the viscera that clung to it.

: Donning the mask and inhaling its scent allows one to slip away from the shackles of civility, drawn back to the frenzied haze that helps one survive harrowing depths, where even the wind will not breathe.</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Shackled Garb'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">Garb of Rooks, the rasping savage of Eorzea.

: Bound in thick oilskins and light plate, this worn armor afforded him decent protection without sacrificing his preternatural agility. The leathers are dyed rolanberry red, the colour of that hardiest of fruits thriving in the tainted wasteland of Mor Dhona.

: Since its acquisition, the clothes have seen countless patchwork repairs by the man, mending damage from without and within.</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Shackled Halfgloves'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> Test test test...</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Shackled Longboots'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> Test test test...</font>
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: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Vagrant's Supplies'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> Test test test...</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Decorated Whetstone'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> Test test test...</font>
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3">●</font> '''Hunter's Knife'''
: <font style="color:#FFFFFF;" size="3"> Test test test...</font>
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: <font style="color:#464646;" size="3">●</font> Text, text, text.
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: <font style="color:#464646;" size="3">●</font> Wiki made by [[D'lyhhia Lhuil]]. Base layout taken from [[Atreus del Alumet]].</font>
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Averill Rooks

2017-02-04T00:47:58Z

Wanderingwordsmith:

Averill Rooks

2017-02-02T05:23:54Z

Wanderingwordsmith:

Averill Rooks

2017-02-02T05:15:05Z

Wanderingwordsmith:

2016-12-12T02:12:30Z

Wanderingwordsmith: /* Inventory */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Averill Rooks
| image = Averill Rooks 001.png
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = None
}}

== Summary ==

Beholden to no cause, no coin, no city-state, Averill is rarely found in the same place twice. Whispers of a life before his infamy on the road linger like ill winds.

Typically calm, collected, and irrepressibly curious, he can be found travelling alone or with companions, albeit rarely. Those that chance to meet him find a storied soul, seared with scars. Those that seek the vagrant out learn well, and quickly, of the strength that survived those wounds.

== Inventory ==

''Below is a small table of items visible or readily noticeable on Averill's person. Feel free to use them as hooks!''

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|'''Horkos and Aite'''
|Twin bone hatchets, carved of beasts unknown. Intricate designs, almost uniform, decorate all but the sharp blades.

A row of jagged teeth line the grips of these fell weapons; a sign of the eld magicks that give them life.

With a gift of blood, these blades make manifest the wielder's soul.
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|'''Hollow Bone Blade'''
|A tiny blade hewed from the corpse of something lost to the haze of ancient memory.

Intricately detailed, this fragile tool saw use in eld magicks from eras past. Few survive in usable condition - fewer still know how to make the hollow bone cut deep.

The designs stir primal, unsettling emotions in those who hold it, as if instinct recalls the reason this arte was forgotten.
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|'''Carven Eye'''
|Small pebbles. Silky, smooth, and wholly unremarkable until carved.

Intricate patterns line the skin of the stone, like veins under flesh. When breathed upon, the carving takes a sliver of the user's aether, filling with colour and reflecting the core traits of their soul.

A decidedly harmless application of an eld magical form, but telling of its intimate link to the body and mind both.
|-
|'''Wooden Locket'''
|A simple accessory, decorated with the two glyphs of those lovers divine, Oschon and Menphina.

Born on his chest, it stands clean and proud against the man's butchered skin. What the locket contains - or contained - is a mystery, for few have ever seen it opened.
|-
|'''Wrapped Axe'''
|A huge axe, as tall as the one who bears it, bound in thick white cloth - almost like bandages.

Save to sleep, the axe rarely leaves Averill's back, though he makes plain his intent not to draw it, favouring other weapons even whilst he bears such a crippling weight.

The binding is wrapped tight, revealing its shape, but its origins and abilities are the deeper mystery.
|}

== Traits ==
''Some of Averill's more noticeable features. Again, use these for hooks!''

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! style="width:30em;" |DESCRIPTION
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|'''Blind in One Eye'''
|The most severe of Averill's scarring favours his left side.

The tell-tale marks of repeated blade cuts bite deep into his chest and face, leaving his eye a mangled, useless pearl. For most, it would be a crippling disability.

For Averill, it is a reminder to get closer - and swing harder.
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|'''Mangled Body'''
|Common parlance describes scars as lessons hard-earned.

A thousand of these twist and turn about Averill. carving swathes and biting deep into his body. Suffered all at once, there may not be much left of the Midlander to recognise.

Fortunately, the road of experience is long, and he has travelled it for longer still.
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|'''Scrimshander'''
|Less a habit, more of a ritual. With hollow bone blade in hand, strangers might see the vagrant carving all manner of things as he sits idle.

The whittler carves trinkets - the carpenter carves tools.

What, then, does the scrimshander carve?
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|'''Twisted Aether'''
|Mages reckon well the shifting tides of the soul. Aether is their domain, and for spellcraft the balances are tipped with the utmost of care and precision.

Small wonder then that all but the most trained eyes turn from staring too deeply into Averill's aether. A vortex of corruption roils just beneath the road-weathered surface, causing most to shrink, unnerved or disgusted.

When one sees a storm on the horizon, one typically seeks shelter.
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