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Eventually, he made one last ditch effort and visited the north, in Coerthas. He knew very well Ishgard would never let him enter its city limits at the time (during the Dragonsong War), but it was the one place he hadn't tried yet. A fateful detour at the First Dicasterial Observatorium to escape a snowstorm introduced to Levenin his calling— the art of astromancy. As if written in the very stars he'd spent so many nights under, his dream could maybe be achieved. The following months were spent harnessing time and space in the palms of his hands, stumbling through bone-chilling snow and plenty a xenophobic Elezen alike-- his presence only tolerated because of strength in numbers. Eventually he left Coerthas after a few years, telling others it was for warmer weather and to escape the threat of the dragon horde. "My training can't go any further here," he'd said-- all a lie to cover up an abusive relationship he'd had with another female astrologian for some time. Lev wasn't quite ready to go home yet, but he couldn't stay in the Central Highlands and endure her treatment any longer. He had something to prove. This relationship would later prove to only exacerbate his problems with socializing. | Eventually, he made one last ditch effort and visited the north, in Coerthas. He knew very well Ishgard would never let him enter its city limits at the time (during the Dragonsong War), but it was the one place he hadn't tried yet. A fateful detour at the First Dicasterial Observatorium to escape a snowstorm introduced to Levenin his calling— the art of astromancy. As if written in the very stars he'd spent so many nights under, his dream could maybe be achieved. The following months were spent harnessing time and space in the palms of his hands, stumbling through bone-chilling snow and plenty a xenophobic Elezen alike-- his presence only tolerated because of strength in numbers. Eventually he left Coerthas after a few years, telling others it was for warmer weather and to escape the threat of the dragon horde. "My training can't go any further here," he'd said-- all a lie to cover up an abusive relationship he'd had with another female astrologian for some time. Lev wasn't quite ready to go home yet, but he couldn't stay in the Central Highlands and endure her treatment any longer. He had something to prove. This relationship would later prove to only exacerbate his problems with socializing. | ||
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| − | Until the day comes where he feels worthy again to face his family, Lev refuses to go home. For the time being, he's given up his nomadic way of life to settle down in Ishgard now that it's out of the clutches of war, far off from anyone he might know. Though he used to go where needed as a freelance medic, applying his talents to those who asked, the Astrologicum has become his new residence. It's the most permanent place he's had to stay in years and he works hard every day to keep under the sponsorship of a local minor noble house. Lev hopes now he can help the Ishgardians recover from their plight, as well as hone his talents after so many years of going at it alone. Unfortunately for him, he hasn't quite gotten used to the snow and cold yet.<br></div></div> | + | Until the day comes where he feels worthy again to face his family, Lev refuses to go home. For the time being, he's given up his nomadic way of life to settle down in Ishgard now that it's out of the clutches of war, far off from anyone he might know. Though he used to go where needed as a freelance medic, applying his talents to those who asked, the Astrologicum has become his new residence. It's the most permanent place he's had to stay in years and he works hard every day to keep under the sponsorship of a local minor noble house. Lev hopes now he can help the Ishgardians recover from their plight, as well as hone his talents after so many years of going at it alone. Unfortunately for him, he hasn't quite gotten used to the snow and cold yet. Besides his studies, he still travels around quite a lot under the whims of his eccentric employer.<br></div></div> |
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| − | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Levenin isn’t intimidating in the slightest, mostly because of the way he holds himself— he’s constantly looking small, trying to take up as little space as possible. He’s thin, with hardly any muscular definition to be found. It's painfully obvious he's never touched a weapon in his life. Lev stands at 5 fulms and 9 ilms (5'9"/175 cm) and weighs 135 ponzes (135 lbs/61 kg). His hair is a rich russet brown, longer in the front than it is in the back, with long locks extending past his ears and down to his jaw. His eyes have the epicanthic fold associated with those of Asian descent (in this case, because of his Yanxian heritage), and they glow a soft lavender purple. His most striking facial feature is the mole under his right eye. He has many others elsewhere, including on his back, hips, and chest. Otherwise, his skin stays clear and fair under the influence of healing magic. | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Levenin isn’t intimidating in the slightest, mostly because of the way he holds himself— he’s constantly looking small, trying to take up as little space as possible. He’s thin, with hardly any muscular definition to be found. It's painfully obvious he's never touched a weapon in his life. Lev stands at 5 fulms and 9 ilms (5'9"/175 cm) and weighs 135 ponzes (135 lbs/61 kg). His hair is a rich russet brown, longer in the front than it is in the back, with long locks extending past his ears and down to his jaw. His eyes have the epicanthic fold associated with those of Asian descent (in this case, because of his Yanxian heritage), and they glow a soft lavender purple. His most striking facial feature is the mole under his right eye. He has many others elsewhere, including on his back, hips, and chest. Otherwise, his skin stays clear and fair under the influence of healing magic. |
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| + | Though normally hidden from view, on his back across the left shoulder blade is a scar left over from an incident when he was tending to a wounded soldier. In a fit of confusion and fear, Lev was mistaken as an enemy and stabbed. He recovered fully from this but is still understandably shaken if it's brought up. | ||
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Though Levenin tends to wear blacks while on the road or on the job, he wears a myriad of colors and patterns whenever the chance rises. Hats with large brims aren't uncommon, since they block out the harsh Thanalan sunlight he's accustomed to (and also because he likes them). He’s never without piercings in his ears. A stylized tattoo of a ewer is located on his back/the base of his neck, to represent his patron deity. Lev isn't much for accessories but has a very particular preference for cropped tops, and leggings or thin, tight-fitting pants for casual wear. However, since coming to Ishgard, he's been unable to wear such things in favor of keeping warm with a big, fluffy coat (and he absolutely drowns in it). | Though Levenin tends to wear blacks while on the road or on the job, he wears a myriad of colors and patterns whenever the chance rises. Hats with large brims aren't uncommon, since they block out the harsh Thanalan sunlight he's accustomed to (and also because he likes them). He’s never without piercings in his ears. A stylized tattoo of a ewer is located on his back/the base of his neck, to represent his patron deity. Lev isn't much for accessories but has a very particular preference for cropped tops, and leggings or thin, tight-fitting pants for casual wear. However, since coming to Ishgard, he's been unable to wear such things in favor of keeping warm with a big, fluffy coat (and he absolutely drowns in it). | ||
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Levenin delights in everything creepy, crawling, and gruesome (the workings of skeletons and spiders being his absolute favorites). He also has an affinity for gardening and although he can't really brew his own potions, he is quite familiar with what recipes require certain herbs. If he stays anywhere for an extended period of time, he usually often crowds his living space with pots and pots of plants, to the chagrin of any roommates he may have. Currently, he's getting pretty good at making hot tea to deal with the Ishgardian winter, but would love to learn how to cook actual meals one of these days. Actually, he'd love somewhere besides a loft to live in the first place-- perhaps on a quiet farm one day. | Levenin delights in everything creepy, crawling, and gruesome (the workings of skeletons and spiders being his absolute favorites). He also has an affinity for gardening and although he can't really brew his own potions, he is quite familiar with what recipes require certain herbs. If he stays anywhere for an extended period of time, he usually often crowds his living space with pots and pots of plants, to the chagrin of any roommates he may have. Currently, he's getting pretty good at making hot tea to deal with the Ishgardian winter, but would love to learn how to cook actual meals one of these days. Actually, he'd love somewhere besides a loft to live in the first place-- perhaps on a quiet farm one day. | ||
| − | Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children. Levenin has dealt with generalized anxiety disorder since childhood, and developed PTSD after his abusive domestic relationship. Lev often talks in his sleep, sometimes sleepwalking if he's having a particularly bad episode. He is the oldest of three siblings, and was inspired to go into the medical field after his mother, who is an alchemist who specializes in healing salves. She was also the one who imparted to him knowledge of the Doman/Hingan language, which he can speak conversationally.</div> | + | Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children. Levenin has dealt with generalized anxiety disorder since childhood, and developed PTSD after his abusive domestic relationship. Lev often talks in his sleep, sometimes sleepwalking if he's having a particularly bad episode. He is the oldest of three siblings, and was inspired to go into the medical field after his mother, who is an alchemist who specializes in healing salves. She was also the one who imparted to him knowledge of the Doman/Hingan language, which he can speak conversationally. |
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| + | <b>Note:</b> Lev, as already mentioned, has anxiety and PTSD so is very spooked by loud or aggressive people. He has a stutter that comes out when especially nervous. He's prone to panic attacks and self harm (which he'll heal right after), but <i>he makes a huge effort to make sure no one knows this.</i> A character who hangs around him for an extended period of time might find out about either by accident, but it's definitely not something that'll just happen. I'd ask anyone to be patient with Lev, as you (hopefully) would be in real life.</div> | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "I've seen him healing his arms every now and then. I have no clue how he gets them scratched up all the time." <b> - House de Roxienne Retainer</b></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "I've seen him healing his arms every now and then. I have no clue how he gets them scratched up all the time." <b> - House de Roxienne Retainer</b></div> | ||
| + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "I spied it once when I accidentally walked into his tent-- a nasty-looking scar on his back. Probably from a blade. Not sure how a medic would get something like that." <b> - Meandering Maiden</b></div> | ||
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | ||
before using!''</div> | before using!''</div> | ||
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Levenin has spent much of his life from childhood dealing with rampant anxiety and low self esteem, a gift inherited from his father. His parents and various caretakers often could do little to soothe him, and loneliness wasn't a stranger too far behind. Though unable to connect with other people, he eventually managed enough to soar through education with promise. Friends were few but that only gave Levenin more resolve-- to find a way to help others, to make it to where they never had to feel the same as he did. No one aside from his family had ever given him anything so perhaps deep down, he was looking for approval just as much as he wanted to heal the world of her weariness. Unfortunately, his talents didn't lie in medicine or alchemy-- the latter of which shamed him even further because of his mother's renowned skill in the art. For a period of time, it was as if he'd never find his purpose.
Levenin isn’t intimidating in the slightest, mostly because of the way he holds himself— he’s constantly looking small, trying to take up as little space as possible. He’s thin, with hardly any muscular definition to be found. It's painfully obvious he's never touched a weapon in his life. Lev stands at 5 fulms and 9 ilms (5'9"/175 cm) and weighs 135 ponzes (135 lbs/61 kg). His hair is a rich russet brown, longer in the front than it is in the back, with long locks extending past his ears and down to his jaw. His eyes have the epicanthic fold associated with those of Asian descent (in this case, because of his Yanxian heritage), and they glow a soft lavender purple. His most striking facial feature is the mole under his right eye. He has many others elsewhere, including on his back, hips, and chest. Otherwise, his skin stays clear and fair under the influence of healing magic.
A sweet but awkward man, Levenin spends his existence trying to keep as quiet and out of the way as possible. If forced to be social, he remains soft-spoken and polite. He’s often prone to stuttering when nervous, which is his natural state of being about 90% of the time. He's also an incredible pushover with very little spine and has a problem with having low self esteem in every aspect of his life. Though shy to a fault and filled with more anxiety than is healthy, Levenin has absolutely adored the friends he's made over the years, as few and far in between as they were. He'll spoil you with more love than you could possibly ever need if he's comfortable around you. He’s completely loyal to those he loves and trusts, though this usually means he ends up looking after others more than himself on occasion.
Levenin delights in everything creepy, crawling, and gruesome (the workings of skeletons and spiders being his absolute favorites). He also has an affinity for gardening and although he can't really brew his own potions, he is quite familiar with what recipes require certain herbs. If he stays anywhere for an extended period of time, he usually often crowds his living space with pots and pots of plants, to the chagrin of any roommates he may have. Currently, he's getting pretty good at making hot tea to deal with the Ishgardian winter, but would love to learn how to cook actual meals one of these days. Actually, he'd love somewhere besides a loft to live in the first place-- perhaps on a quiet farm one day. Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children. Levenin has dealt with generalized anxiety disorder since childhood, and developed PTSD after his abusive domestic relationship. Lev often talks in his sleep, sometimes sleepwalking if he's having a particularly bad episode. He is the oldest of three siblings, and was inspired to go into the medical field after his mother, who is an alchemist who specializes in healing salves. She was also the one who imparted to him knowledge of the Doman/Hingan language, which he can speak conversationally. Note: Lev, as already mentioned, has anxiety and PTSD so is very spooked by loud or aggressive people. He has a stutter that comes out when especially nervous. He's prone to panic attacks and self harm (which he'll heal right after), but he makes a huge effort to make sure no one knows this. A character who hangs around him for an extended period of time might find out about either by accident, but it's definitely not something that'll just happen. I'd ask anyone to be patient with Lev, as you (hopefully) would be in real life.
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