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| − | A thousand of these twist and turn about Averill | + | 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. | Fortunately, the road of experience is long, and he has travelled it for longer still. | ||
Revision as of 01:01, 29 November 2016
| Averill Rooks | |
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| 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!
| ITEM | DESCRIPTION |
|---|---|
| Stained Bandage | An old bandage. Wrapped loosely around Averill's left arm, it is unclear which scars they originally bound.
When speaking of beasts or his trade, he touches the old cloth. The burden of his recollection is clear for all to see. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
Traits
Some of Averill's more noticeable features. Again, use these for hooks!
| ITEM | DESCRIPTION |
|---|---|
| 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. |
| Blind in One Eye | |
| Twisted Aether |
