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| − | <div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:# | + | <div style="font-family:tahoma;font-weight:bold;font-size: 14px;letter-spacing:0.2em;padding-left:10px;background-color:#89289b;color:#fbdd00;padding-bottom:0.1em;padding-top:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;border-radius:15px;">"''But what is danger,''" ''he asked softly,'' "''if not an invitation to dance?''"</div> |
A tempestuous, mercurial soul borne aloft by theatrical flights of fancy, Ravil's adventurous spirit and puckish exuberance often see him freewheeling torwards danger and spectacle. As a bard, he believes himself both actor and agent, appointed -- mayhap ''anointed'' -- to both recover the songs and stories of eld and usher, through trickery or entreaty, new legends into the fore. And therein lies the quintessential paradox of his nature: for though his self-appointed mission sees him strut astride Hydaelyn's stage with each foot buried by turns in past and future, Ravil is very much of a creature of the moment -- a being of unbridled caprice, forever ruled by eccentric whim and whimsy. | A tempestuous, mercurial soul borne aloft by theatrical flights of fancy, Ravil's adventurous spirit and puckish exuberance often see him freewheeling torwards danger and spectacle. As a bard, he believes himself both actor and agent, appointed -- mayhap ''anointed'' -- to both recover the songs and stories of eld and usher, through trickery or entreaty, new legends into the fore. And therein lies the quintessential paradox of his nature: for though his self-appointed mission sees him strut astride Hydaelyn's stage with each foot buried by turns in past and future, Ravil is very much of a creature of the moment -- a being of unbridled caprice, forever ruled by eccentric whim and whimsy. | ||
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| − | + | <font style="font-size:14px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">''Song and dance and a spirited affray''</font> | |
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| − | <li>'''An audience:''' Ravil is someone who has taken the phrase 'all the world's a stage' to heart.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''An audience:'''</font> Ravil is someone who has taken the phrase 'all the world's a stage' to heart.</li> |
| − | <li>'''A performance:''' Singer of song, devotee of dance and all-round theatrical fanatic. The performing arts are deeply ingrained into Ravil's very being - and it shows.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''A performance:'''</font> Singer of song, devotee of dance and all-round theatrical fanatic. The performing arts are deeply ingrained into Ravil's very being - and it shows.</li> |
| − | <li>'''A slice of peril:''' Ravil has cultivated a habit of diving recklessly into danger, both for inspiration and it's own thrilling sake. Conflict is the heart of a story, after all.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''A slice of peril:'''</font> Ravil has cultivated a habit of diving recklessly into danger, both for inspiration and it's own thrilling sake. Conflict is the heart of a story, after all.</li> |
| − | <li>'''Stories shared, legends ensnared:''' If performance and peril are his passions, then stories are his ''obsession''. Beyond merely amassing myth and legend, Ravil considers it his sworn bardic duty to ensure legends are born -- and that they never die.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Stories shared, legends ensnared:'''</font> If performance and peril are his passions, then stories are his ''obsession''. Beyond merely amassing myth and legend, Ravil considers it his sworn bardic duty to ensure legends are born -- and that they never die.</li> |
| − | <li>'''A dash of fashionable fancy:''' Ravil's vanity knows no bounds. If he's going to do something, he's going to do it ''in style''. The lower decks of the ''Edgewise'' are a veritable labyrinth of flamboyant finery; an eccentric ensemble for every day of the week.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''A dash of fashionable fancy:'''</font> Ravil's vanity knows no bounds. If he's going to do something, he's going to do it ''in style''. The lower decks of the ''Edgewise'' are a veritable labyrinth of flamboyant finery; an eccentric ensemble for every day of the week.</li> |
| − | <li>'''Apropos admiration of artful allure:''' | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Apropos admiration of artful allure:'''</font> Ravil adores beauty in all its myriad forms -- but never more so than when that form happens to be long-legged and curvaceous.</li> |
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| − | <li>'''The repugnance of routine:''' For a creature that thrives in chaos and surprise, a structured, regimented existence is anathema and protacted periods of boredom are banal to the extreme. He has no idea how people can contend with the same drudgery from this day to the next and stay sane. Even occupying the same four walls for longer than, say, a fortnight is wont to tempt a terrible diva tantrum.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''The repugnance of routine:'''</font>For a creature that thrives in chaos and surprise, a structured, regimented existence is anathema and protacted periods of boredom are banal to the extreme. He has no idea how people can contend with the same drudgery from this day to the next and stay sane. Even occupying the same four walls for longer than, say, a fortnight is wont to tempt a terrible diva tantrum.</li> |
| − | <li>'''The march of | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''The march of magiteke:'''</font>Even though he's the ostensible captain of a tiny airship -- the ''Edgewise'' -- Ravil's rather outspoken in his distaste for technological trappings and comically maladroit in their operation. This probably explains why he crashed.</li> |
| − | <li>'''The callousness of critics:''' There are few so repulsive in Ravil's eyes as those who devote themselves to tearing down works of art.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''The callousness of critics:'''</font> There are few so repulsive in Ravil's eyes as those who devote themselves to tearing down works of art.</li> |
| − | <li>'''An aversion to archery:''' Bows and bards are synonymous for reasons Ravil has never quite understood. He can shoot just fine -- sometimes he'll even hit -- but the fleetfooted thespian would much rather play the dervish: diving into the thick of things, blades in hands and a song on on his lips.</li> | + | <li><font style="font-size:12px;color:#fbdd00;font-family:tahoma;letter-spacing:0.1em;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''An aversion to archery:'''</font> Bows and bards are synonymous for reasons Ravil has never quite understood. He can shoot just fine -- sometimes he'll even hit -- but the fleetfooted thespian would much rather play the dervish: diving into the thick of things, blades in hands and a song on on his lips.</li> |
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About
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Appearance: A moon-kissed miqo'te of diminuitive stature, svelte in form and uncannily graceful in manner; the long-leggedly lissome physique of a lifelong dancer. Fitting, perhaps, for their hair is wont to dance of its own accord, heedless of it's owner's wishes; a capacious cascade of luxuriant curls, half light, half dark, all lustrous, tumbling with artful abandon to their narrow waist. It lends a certain androgynous mystique -- and the sharp, delicate fey features peeking out from beneath those mismatched tresses offer little beyond under-eye facial markings by way of clarification. What they do offer, unabashed and unapologetic, is a wealth of sly mischief -- courtesy of plush cupid's bow lips in cahoots with eyes, large, lambent and laden with coquettishly canopied lashes. Both are resplendant in cosmetic overstatement - emblazoned bold over stark porcelain pallor. Voice: His voice is soft but sonorous, a sensuous tapestry that can convey intensity with but a velveteen whisper. He employs a lyrical lilt liberally peppered with archaisms that lends itself well to his tendency to wax poetic at the slightest provocation. Aesthetics: Flamboyant frippery replete with artistic asymmetry. Whether clad in sumptuous silks, vivacious velvets or clinging leathers, Ravil styles himself part swashbuckler, part harlequin, all performer. Striped tights are a particular favourite of his, as are billowing coats, bodysuits and thigh-high boots, lacy cuffs, lapels... and a theatrical mask for every occasion. "But what is danger," he asked softly, "if not an invitation to dance?"
A tempestuous, mercurial soul borne aloft by theatrical flights of fancy, Ravil's adventurous spirit and puckish exuberance often see him freewheeling torwards danger and spectacle. As a bard, he believes himself both actor and agent, appointed -- mayhap anointed -- to both recover the songs and stories of eld and usher, through trickery or entreaty, new legends into the fore. And therein lies the quintessential paradox of his nature: for though his self-appointed mission sees him strut astride Hydaelyn's stage with each foot buried by turns in past and future, Ravil is very much of a creature of the moment -- a being of unbridled caprice, forever ruled by eccentric whim and whimsy. "And this bard has ever been a good dancer."
Song and dance and a spirited affray
What manner of devilry
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