Aven Scorchfield

AVEN SCORCHFIELD

THE DEMON OF THE TWELVESWOOD

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❝ Onwards! To Glory! ❞

Aven Scorchfield.

VITAL INFORMATION ■ BIRTH NAME... Ganzorig of the Dotharl. ■ CURRENT ALIAS... Aven Scorchfield. ■ RACE & CLAN... Au Ra, Xaela. ■ GENDER... Male. ■ AGE & NAMEDAY... 28; 32nd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon, 1551 S.A.E. ■ ORIENTATION... Straight. ■ MARITAL STATUS... Unwed.

OTHER STATISTICS ■ NATIONALITY... Othardian. ■ CLAN... No Allegiance. ■ RESIDENCE... Wanderer. ■ OCCUPATION... Mercenary. ■ PATRON DEITY... Halone, the Fury. ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 7 fulms. 275 ponze. ■ ALIGNMENT... Chaotic Good.

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• Details
• Combat
• History
• Relationships
• Rumors
• Music
• Gallery
• OOC Notes

❝ Giving up isn't something I'm particularly good at. ❞

GENERAL INFORMATION

Aven Scorchfield is an honorable Xaela Au Ra who has a reputation for wandering. He spends his time adventuring and helping those in need, though he rarely stays around long enough to gain recognition for his deeds. He normally wears black plate to hide his appearance as Au Ra are not always well received everywhere he has traveled. Should one save his life he will state he owes them a debt and seek to offer something great in return. He tries to live in the moment after having been on deaths doorstep and tries to make the most of the rare moments of beauty he finds in the world. He feels that he is a source of righteous judgment in the world despite his slightly twisted moral code.

APPEARANCE

Standing at seven fulms, Aven is tall with black horns jutting from the side of his head. His black hair is neatly kept despite the amount of time he wears a helmet, and his eyes are a striking shade of green. He holds himself in a proud and confident manner and seems to move at complete ease despite almost always wearing heavy plate.

He is actually at medium height for his race and loathes being reminded of it, though he has a strong build for any Au Ra male, with a fair bit of muscle for his constant effort and the plate mail he's usually in. He prefers to dress in black, gold, and browns when wearing more casual garb.

PERSONALITY

Aven is out going and boisterous if he knows you or is around friends. Around those he does not know or like he can be quiet, reserved and cautious. He is louder than he should be and never backs down from a challenge. He is very honorable and follows a strick personal moral code which he keeps written in a little black book on his person. He holds respect and honor above all else. Even when he doesn't like you he will still be respectful.

Disrespectful actions will bring him to a quick anger point. when he is angry, it is small at first but will slowly boil over and then explode. He tries very hard to maintain his anger lest he find himself in a dreaded battle rage once more.

L I K E S ■ Honorable Combat. Aven loves a good fight, but he desires for both combatants to put their best foot forward. He seeks to have a fight he can tell a story about later, rather than to take a life. ■ Helping Those In Need. Self Righteous and a strong sense of Justice means Aven goes out of his way to help those in need. He takes pleasure simply from knowing he made a difference and it acts as a sort of penance for what he feels are past sins. ■ Coffee. He is addicted to the dark liquid and is rather unfunctioning each morning before his daily cup of Joe.	D I S L I K E S ■ Disrespect. Aven holds honor and respect as his top priorities. Those that can follow neither are quick to anger him and face his Axe. ■ Cowardice. Those unable to take action are doomed to put their fate in the hands of others. The very thought terrifies Aven and he finds those unwilling to take hold of their destiny fools and unworthy of his time. ■ Oppressive Leaders. A clan leader's responsibility is to ensure the safety and strive for the success of their people. Those that put themselves first or abuse their subjects are quick to incur Aven's wrath. ■ Harsh Sunlight. Having spent so long in the dark forests and donned in black Plate, he finds the brightness uncomfortable and prefers the gentle touch of indirect lighting from under the forest canopy.	H O B B I E S ■ Whittling. Aven spent a long time in the woods with just his trusty Axe and dagger at his side. To pass the time he would take a stick and carve it into a makeshift tool or stake. He found the repetitive action calming and allowed him to relax. ■ Exploration. Aven has been wandering most of his life and the years have done nothing to tame his nomadic spirit. He actively follows his curiosity, always wondering what is just around the bend. He will boldly travel for weeks simply following where the trails take him, and he couldn't be happier doing so.
S T R E N G T H S ■ Durability. Aven is extremely tough. Having nearly died has dulled Aven’s sense of pain. Combined with his immense willpower, he will continue to fight long after many would fall from exhaustion or pain. While he is not the most skilled fighter in the world, He is relentless and will shrug off blows left and right in his pursuit of his foe. His zealotry combined with his lack of self-preservation can create a terrifying assault upon his enemies. ■ Compassion. Having seen atrocities in his time, Aven shows compassion to all walks of life. While he enjoys battle he detests striking a killing blow unless necessary. He has a strong sense of empathy and is more than willing to help those in suffering. He aims to make himself a champion of those in need and will help any he finds who he sees as a good person. ■ Determined. He will not back down, and he will not give in. Aven will fight for what he believes in and to protect those he cares about. He will become an ocean against the rocks when the fight is deemed righteous. When his mind is set, there is nary a force in the world that can change it.	W E A K N E S S E S ■ Foolhardy. Aven is reckless and will charge headfirst into most things. Be it an argument, or a battle, with little regard for safety or success. If it’s something he believes in, it’s worth fighting for, no matter the cost or odds. ■ Self-loathing. Aven is wracked with guilt for the blood on his hands. His near death experience made him reconsider all he believed in and set him on a new path. He mourns each life he takes and actively seeks penance for each of his sins. ■ Self-Taught. Aven has wandered since a young age, never staying one place to long. He never attended a school other than the short time he had lived with his clan. His education would be akin to that of an early teen at best. He cannot read common and is incapable of advanced math. Most of what he has learned he picked up by experience or in his travels.	M O T I V A T I O N S ■ Honor. He follows his code of honor like a light in the darkness. To step away from it is to return to death. Aven will up hold his word till the bitter end and refuses to Lie and cheat. ■ Self-Righteousness. Believing he is a force of justice in the world, Aven actively seeks to right wrongs in his path. He is motivated by his quest for penance and his desire to make the world a better place. He dreams that one day he will be able to rest in a peaceful world, but until that day, the blood of the wicked still calls to him..

COMBAT & WEAPONRY

Aven is a berserker at his core. He wears heavy plate to protect his body and allow him to shrug off minor strikes and blows. He wields his axe with wild abandon, swinging it in deadly arcs around his body. While he does not bear the most finesse while wielding his weapon, it is devastating none the less. Being an Au Ra grants him a degree of physical strength and that is further augmented by his training. He will rain blow after blow upon his foe with unrelenting force until they succumb to wounds or weariness.

Though his armor is thick, he gets his true durability from a dulled sense of pain. Having been on the brink of death and revived from it, his pain sensory is not quite as it should be. Aven will walk through wounds and ignore minor pains easily in purist of his enemy. He will even retain motion in spite of large ones. He chases down his foe with a wild abandon, allowing his foe to strike him to make and opening for his axe.

His greatest strength is the power of his inner beast. Though mostly tamed, Aven can still lose himself to it fury. When that happens, Aven enters a battle rage. He will know not of friend or foe and will lash out at all that moves. He will strike with all of his might, even to the point of harming himself. He will carry on chasseing his foes until his body gives out. While the rage is a powerful tool, it is extremely dangerous to himself and his friends. Aven has awoken more than once in a pool of gore and each time destroys him mentally. He will try to contain his anger and rage, unless given no other option.

OOC Note: Aven is not normaly quick to fight. Instead prefering to maintain his anger. But int he case of a battle, Aven will not try to dodge blows but instead shrug them off. Aven is very sturdy and hits hard, but is not the fastest or brightest and his fighting style reflects this. I prefer freestyle combat with each player keeping things accurate and fair, but I realize not everyone shares my sense of balance and in those cases rolling can easily be substituted.

HISTORY

OUR STORY BEGINS Section Name Aven was not always his name. His name of birth was Ganzorig which meant Steel Courage. While in his short time living with his birth clan of Dotharl, he well lived up to his name. Though young Ganzorig favored an Axe and would always be the first on the frontlines whenever his violent clan went to war. He sought blood to appease his elders. He felt at peace only needing to know about who he would strike his weapon at next. He did feel at odds though with senseless killing. He preferred to dominate his foe in combat and allow them to see his victory. He would always shout, “Onwards! To Glory!” When the time for battle came. And even though he was just a teen, he was a well accomplished and respected fighter in the clan. Aven was on deaths door and for a moment and he might have actually died, but a wandering conjurer had seen the conflict and rushed to the site after the attackers had looted and fled. The conjurer healed his wound and left before Aven ever saw his face. Though the wound was healed a scar forever remains upon his chest. One day, the clan attempted to do battle with a clan of archers. Ganzorig lead the charge bellowing his war cry. A single black arrow struck across the plains and embedded into his chest. He collapsed and fell as his clan charged on without him. Little did he know, Ganzorig had been born with Situs Inverses, so the arrow that should have struck his heart only struck a lung instead. As he lay there gasping on the battlefield, he felt a deep betrayal as his clan mates left him to die. Some even laughing at his pain. The clan looted quickly and moved onwards to the next fight leaving him to fade away with the other corpses. A traveling conjurer happened upon the battlefield and once the scene was safe he rushed to heal those he could save. He did not judge nor did he pick sides, any who still had the spark of life in them he worked to save. When he reached Ganzorig, he shook his head in sorrow. Though Ganzorig’s bloody gasp startled him and drew his attention. To him, the light was fading fast, tendrils of darkness were creeping into his vision and he could no longer feel his body. Realizing that somehow the heart was not destroyed, the conjurer drew up his magic to save the poor young Xaela. <font style="color:#660303;" size="2"Once back on his feet, Ganzorig felt the full weight of their betrayal. Not a single of his clan had attempted to save him and here, someone he hardly knew had brought him back from the brink of death. The conjurer cared not what he did with himself, only that he was not to fight while in his presence. The conjurer gave him no name, telling him none was needed. He said only that life was precious and each one was worth saving. Deeply moved by his words, Ganzorig felt a terrible guilt for his past life. Wanting nothing to do with his previous clan, he tossed aside his name, and ways and set out to find a new way of life. As he ventured, he learned to survive on his own and to hunt. But he also learned compassion, often saving small woodland creatures or fellow Au Ra in need. With each life he helped, he could feel his guilt lessen for all the lives he had taken. He reaffirmed his belief in what the conjurer had taught him and strived to make a difference for others. After sometime, he managed to find a harbor that did trade with a race he had never seen before. His curiosity got the best of him and he snuck aboard the ship. The Roegadyn were so large, even to Au Ra and it bewildered him. Half way through the trip, he was found out and put to work on the ship. In return he was given food and a bunk. He worked tireless upon the ship and his lighter frame made him agile upon the ropes. They remarked how he flew like a bird between the masts. When asked his name, he merely shook his head and remarked that he had none. The crew put it to a vote and decided to name him Aven in honor of his skills. When they reached Limsa Lominsa, The captain wanted him gone. The few friends he had made on the ship gifted him with a cloak and some gil so he might be able to survive. They warned him that very few Au Ra ever crossed the oceans and his appearance might cause unrest. Aven made sure to hide his appearance as he sought out means of travel. He listened to people talk, overhearing rumors of suffering and war. Aven felt deep in his hear that that was where he must go. If he was to honor the Conjurer who gave him new life, he needed to be where suffering was at its worst and make a difference. He used what little Gil he had and purchased a flight to Ishgard. Once there he quickly disappeared into the woods and made himself at home amongst the steeps and trees. He would hunt and built himself shelter, and during the day he would patrol the forest aiding any whom he crossed. As the Crewman had predicted his appearance did cause some to panic, so whenever he helped, he did so cloaked. He would move in quickly, fend off bandits or bears, and leaves as quickly as he had come. Soon rumors began to spread of a void sent who lived in the woods. A local Elezen Nobel woman named Batya decided it was her job to protect her people. She set out with her knights to slay it. Thought to her surprise, she found Aven, and while he was nothing like anything she had seen, she could tell he was no void sent. She had Aven captured and bound, then dragged back to her estate. Batya was filled with curiosity about this new race she had found and decided to keep Aven a secret and her own personal plaything. She had Aven kept in a dungeon, though well fed and groomed. She took very good care of her toys, and Aven was to be her finest. For years, Aven was held against his whim by her, subjugated to her every wish and forced to act as her slave and servant. Anything she desired, he was to give it to her. When he disobeyed, she would not physically harm him. She learned quickly that pain seemed to have little registry to Aven and also she wanted to keep his body free of any new scars. Instead she would use potions to induce hallucination and try to break his mind. It would have worked too, if not for a young woman servant who tended to him. The woman had felt sorry for Aven and done all she could to tend to him, cleaning wounds, preparing food. She would talk in a soft low voice and try to soothe him whenever nightmares of death clouded his mind. Though neither of them knew how, both Aven and the girl began to fall for each other. When Batya learned of this, she was furious. How dare anyone try to steal something that belonged to her! She had Aven brought up for one of her usual sessions, only this time she had him bound to a chair. Though he was curious Aven thought nothing new of this. That was until Batya dragged the young maiden into the room by her hair. The woman had been beaten and bruised. Aven felt heat rise in his mind, his chest lurched at the sight of her. He struggled against his bonds. “This is what happens to those who steal from me! Aven, you are mine and mine alone. You will never escape me, you will forever be my pet. And should anyone try to take you, this is what I will do!” She declared. She pulled a knife from her belt and slit the throat of the young maiden. At the first sight of blood spilling, Aven froze. Then everything went red. He vaguely recalled the wood of the chair breaking and Batya’s screams. But nothing else he could recall. When he came too, he held Batya’s severed head, torn from her body in his hands. Around him blood gore and corpses littered the front hall. Terror and panic wracked his mind as he searched through the estate, not a soul was alive. Everyone around him was dead, their bodies mutilated and hacked apart or torn. Even the guards lay still, their armor crumbled under heavy blows. He rushed back up to the room where he had been every turn he was met with more blood and bodies, splattered across the surfaces. He finialy found her and collapsed in front of the maiden’s corpse. He held her lifeless body and cried, mourning her death and the pain that he never even learned her name. His soul felt shattered, both at his loss and from the guilt of his actions. He felt no pain for Batya’s death, but the others he remorse. Many of them had been kind to him, or completely innocent and merely under the woman’s thumb. Now all of them were dead and not a one of them had deserved such a fate. He made a grave for each of those who had treated him with kindness and buried those he could. Many unfortunately were too maimed to be recognizable. He felt numb as he picked up his axe and looted a suit of black Ishgardian plate. He donned the heavy armor and set fire to the estate and fields, then left Ishgard never looking back. The guilt of the deaths he had caused hung over him like a black cloud and haunted his dreams. He tried to hide away in the woods again but it only taunted him more. He continued to wander until he found himself in Twelveswood. He stumbled upon a small village under attack by boars. Once again, the fire inside him lit and he jumped into action. His axe cut swiftly through the giant beasts, but before they could see him, he returned to the dark of the woods. Though saving the townsfolk did not absolve his sins, Aven felt it was a start. He could find his redemption, though now it was farther than ever before.

SINCE CHARACTER CREATION Recent Times ■ Tidbit.

RELATIONSHIPS

RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND

♥ Family – ♥ Involved – ♥ Romantic – ♥ Platonic – ♥ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – � Unsure

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RUMORS

N P C Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ■ "Scary looking guy, but he is actually pretty nice." ■ "He's either brave, stupid, or lucky. Or a combination of all o' em." ■ "Tough fighter!It was like being hit by a hurricane!." ■ "The man is like a ghost, he appears out of nowhere in this black armor and fights like a demon. When you turn to thank him he is already gone..." ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ■ "He's a guardian, threw himself into danger to protect his allies with no regard to his own safety." ■ "He has a scar on his chest. It looks like he took a spear through his heart and kept on fighting." ■ "I've seen him in a battle rage once. He continued to hack apart the corpse long after it was dead. He couldn't tell friend from foe. Really scary." ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ■ "They say he died and sold his soul to a voidsent. He is cursed I tell you. Be wary of that one." ■ "I heard he has been hired by wealthy women as an exotic escort. Has he no shame?"

P C Feel free to add your own rumors to this section. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others! ■ "Despite how he can appear to some, Aven has a gentle, caring side to him." — Ellemeare Sargonnai. ■ "Aven is an interesting young man. His views are certainly different, but I don't think him a demon by any stretch of the imagination. There'd need to be more growling for that." — Glioca Sargonnai. ■ "Rumor." — Rumormonger.

MUSIC

I Will Not Bow Artist: Breaking Benjamin Origin: Dark Before Dawn Context: Character Theme

Frontline Artist: Pillar Origin: Where Do We Go from Here Context: Character Theme

Heroes Artist: Alesso Origin: Forever Context: Character Theme

GALLERY

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OOC NOTES

OOC INFORMATION Player Note I expect a clear IC / OOC division in RP. Their feelings and my feelings are separate. I'm not opposed to friendships, but if an OOC relationship becomes stifling or uncomfortable, I won't hesitate to address the issue, or cut contact. Similarly, I hope that others are also as open in this regard as I am. I prefer clear lines of communication with whomever I'm RPing with, and those I'm RPing with should always feel free to send a /tell to clear up any questions. I'm normally OOC, so please send a /tell before approaching for RP. Personal RP Limits I like to consider myself a flexible player who is willing to commit to a number of different types of scenes and role-play scenarios, but even I have my limits. If something is on the play list, assume it means yes, as long as it's within the context of the current play or ongoing plot. No's are typically a hard no, and it means don't ask, and if I'm in the mood for it, I'll be the one to initiate. ■ I will play . ■ Ask about . ■ I won't play . Disclaimer Aven is a diverse RP character who has been across many different games. He has been in Guild Wars, Guild Wars 2, World of Warcraft and Aion. The name Aven was originally inspired many years ago from a Magic the Gathering card, Aven Windreader. No matter what universe Aven resides in, he always has his chest scarred. Normally, Aven is human. This iteration of Aven was tailored to fit into the XIV universe within the Lore to the best of my knowledge. ■ If an aspect of RP makes you uncomfortable in a scene we're playing, please send me a /tell, letting me know. Communication is very important, more important than potentially keeping immersion.

CHARACTER TIDBITS Potential Plot Hooks While the below is by no means comprehensive, it's a kind of spring board for walk-up RP. ■ This section is a work in progress. Character Lore Adherence Information in this Wiki is Lore Compliant to the best of my knowledge. Information that has been changed to better fit with the lore of XIV will be listed below as necessary. ■ No changes required. Tropes & Explanations A trope is a convention or device that is often found in creative works. In this case, the tropes below describe the character either in part, or as a whole. Their background, personality, appearance, etc, most of them can be described in the tropes below. This section is still a work in progress.

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