Averill Rooks

Averill Rooks The Rasping Ravager Quirks ● Enduring - The light of youth is almost spent, but his eyes have weathered the harshest roads. ● Agile - He is the fell gale of the battlefield, fast despite the burdens that anchor him. ● Hound's Loyalty - Pity those who stand against the souls he cares for. A hound's bite is easily the fiercest. ● Honest - There is no need to trust the man who never lies. Ware only when he attempts deception. ● Bloodthirsty - The first to draw his blade. The last to leave the massacre. ● Bound - Good men have no need for rules. Averill binds himself to a new one nigh-daily. ● Rancorous - Hackles raised, fangs bared. This hound's tail is easily stepped on. ● Reticent - Averill speaks neither well, nor easily, when thoughts turn to him. His attention would gladly settle anywhere else. Traits ● 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. ● 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. ● 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. Inventory & Equipment ● Dyrnwyn 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. ● Ghast of the Spine 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. ● Shackled Garb 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. ● Shackled Halfgloves Test test test... ● Shackled Longboots Test test test... ● Vagrant's Supplies Test test test... ● Decorated Whetstone Test test test... ● Hunter's Knife Test test test... Notes ● Text, text, text. ● Text, text, text. OOC ● Wiki made by D'lyhhia Lhuil. Base layout taken from Atreus del Alumet. ...text text text.❞