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<p>The second child to aged parents, Arvan was she was as regular as any child of the Steppe, set apart only by her unnatural appetite. A disciplined spear-fisher from a young age, she was adored by her older brother, who at the time was counted among the tribe's most promising warriors. In time it came to the attention of the shamans that she seemed, without prior counsel, somewhat capable of relaying her own aetheric energy to augment her physical strength - though her ability to control output proved downright abysmal. When asked how she achieved this much, she tesitifed to being so hungry she had clenched her gut; stamped her foot out of petulance; and the next thing she she knew was coming to exhausted - lying inside a small crater on the floor.</p> | <p>The second child to aged parents, Arvan was she was as regular as any child of the Steppe, set apart only by her unnatural appetite. A disciplined spear-fisher from a young age, she was adored by her older brother, who at the time was counted among the tribe's most promising warriors. In time it came to the attention of the shamans that she seemed, without prior counsel, somewhat capable of relaying her own aetheric energy to augment her physical strength - though her ability to control output proved downright abysmal. When asked how she achieved this much, she tesitifed to being so hungry she had clenched her gut; stamped her foot out of petulance; and the next thing she she knew was coming to exhausted - lying inside a small crater on the floor.</p> | ||
| − | <p>Arvan would eventually succeed with the tribal rite of passage. Sustaining rope burns in the process of forcing her bindings, the stump of her tree looked like a site where scalekin had gone through a rough molt due to the number of scale sheddings found. After reuniting with her tribe after three weeks of wandering, she earned herself the designation Tsolmon Tumet. And though she became a lauded champion of the hunt in the ensuing years, it was during her very first (and last) active participation in the traditional Naadam that the true worth of her brute strength was shown, prompting her life to take a turn for the | + | <p>Arvan would eventually succeed with the tribal rite of passage. Sustaining rope burns in the process of forcing her bindings, the stump of her tree looked like a site where scalekin had gone through a rough molt due to the number of scale sheddings found. After reuniting with her tribe after three weeks of wandering, she earned herself the designation Tsolmon Tumet. And though she became a lauded champion of the hunt in the ensuing years, it was during her very first (and last) active participation in the traditional Naadam that the true worth of her brute strength was shown, prompting her life to take a turn for the worse.</p> |
<p>Overzealous in her fighting, Arvan's inattentiveness cost her brother his right eye to an enemy arrow in the process of covering for her. Though he initially refused to hold her accountable, her sense of responsibility towards this blunder led her to become truly inseparable from him, spurring her vow to act as his missing eye. Still, with her carelessness and precarious ability to look after others, another accident in the following year occurred during a beast hunt, rendering her brother crippled after sustaining irreversible damage to his spine. In a short span of time, the tragedy of plummeting from a well-feared Tumet horseman to a useless paraplegic drove him into deep despair.</p> | <p>Overzealous in her fighting, Arvan's inattentiveness cost her brother his right eye to an enemy arrow in the process of covering for her. Though he initially refused to hold her accountable, her sense of responsibility towards this blunder led her to become truly inseparable from him, spurring her vow to act as his missing eye. Still, with her carelessness and precarious ability to look after others, another accident in the following year occurred during a beast hunt, rendering her brother crippled after sustaining irreversible damage to his spine. In a short span of time, the tragedy of plummeting from a well-feared Tumet horseman to a useless paraplegic drove him into deep despair.</p> | ||
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Arvan Khoer '... I have got to eat.' A highly efficient "delivery Au Ra" - that is to say, she will most certainly hustle trouble straight to your doorstep if you break faith with her loved ones.
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About
A denizen of Aldenard hailing from the Tumet tribe of the Azim Steppe. Driven by certain setbacks from her past, this Xaela woman forfeited her tribal designation, going instead by arvankhoër, the number '12', and emigrated from her homeland in search of a means to turn the tide of her imperfections. Over the course of her years dwelling abroad, influence from Eorzeans would have the syllables in her name evenly split to form a given name and surname - Arvan Khoer.
Physical Traits & Clothing
Edging the average woman of her age and race by a few inches in height, Arvan is possessed of a taut physique, weighing as heavy as she appears. Body lined densely with scales she takes regular care to trim, her posture is statuesque when the sheen of these scales are visible from beneath her clothing, though this is a rare sight due to work circumstances.
Working primarily out of Coerthas, Arvan weathers the extreme cold of this Calamity-impacted region by wearing a thick glacial coat. In environments of mild or warmer weather, an ornate outfit paired with sandals minimize encumbrance for ease of movement. A pair of sheathed knives, one for gutting and another for butchering, are always bound to her thigh for the sole benefit of field dressing. Wary of being stared at in public, she prefers to keep concealed the plate of scales leading up to her jawbone.
Only when burdened with hunting dravanians, Spoken, and large beastkin is Arvan ever seen donning a proper suit of armor. It has been denounced as causing her to bear resemblance to an aevis with her tail visible, but to all intents and purposes keeps her well-guarded. Having noted the unrest among some who have seen the striking glare of her eyes, she sometimes wears a steel eye mask - but this gesture of consideration has also backfired with others who find the concealment of facial features to be suspicious.
Voice
Arvan's voice can be referenced from that of Margaret (voiced by Michelle Ann Dunphy.)
Quirks
- Capable of eating like an hibernating beast. Though her appetite is satiable, her capacity to contain a great quantity of food is still as mysterious as the Void. Those familiar tend to find amusement in the reactions of others being initiated to the sheer amount Arvan can consume.
- Awfully moody during her annual moulting. Usually disappears somewhere for this duration of time - as if her presence in populated locales isn't rare enough.
- Has a distinctly slow speech pattern, making it seem like she condescends to speak to people. She often uses odd and misplaced formality that has also served to keep her out of trouble. As she is illiterate and still communicates by translating words from her mother language in her head, her word use can be somewhat stiff.
- Prone to staring if she finds something appealing about you (typically a piece of armor or jewelry,) but her 'resting bitch face' tends to create misunderstandings. Her admiration is always never misguided.
A lone wolf by mere preference, Arvan has trouble forging close bonds on her own, but openly treasures those from whom she senses mutual acceptance. Her confidence is limited to self-preservation, but she strives to better her own strengths in order to extend protection to those who have requested it. Her most restrictive insecurity is the inability to shoulder the burden of responsibility over other lives. Not nearly as stern and proud as she tends to come off as, she has a tolerant, open mind, seeking understanding of all things novel, and is prone to demonstrating thoughtfulness through unconventional approaches. Having been a petty crybaby in the distant past, Arvan is slowly learning to celebrate triumphs of all proportions - though there remains a rare impish and childish quality that she may never grow out of.
Though her hardiness and stubborn quality precede her, rarely obvious is how easily affected she is on the emotional front. A tendency to miss social cues leads to failure to read situations: her general oblivion towards the confidence people vest in her lead to untimely absences when her strengths are required of her. Despite her muted kindness, she has few heroic qualities, being somewhat unreliable as an '11th hour hero'.
She is known to occasionally exhibit 'territorial' moods, being stubbornly watchful of those she is fond of. Normally a sideline presence, her competitive retaliation is a rude awakening to those who slight the pride of her and hers. Prone to stalking and striking when least anticipated, the scale of damage caused by her acts of vengeance can sometimes be exaggerated to a comical extent.
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Prior to the Rite (Childhood)
The second child to aged parents, Arvan was she was as regular as any child of the Steppe, set apart only by her unnatural appetite. A disciplined spear-fisher from a young age, she was adored by her older brother, who at the time was counted among the tribe's most promising warriors. In time it came to the attention of the shamans that she seemed, without prior counsel, somewhat capable of relaying her own aetheric energy to augment her physical strength - though her ability to control output proved downright abysmal. When asked how she achieved this much, she tesitifed to being so hungry she had clenched her gut; stamped her foot out of petulance; and the next thing she she knew was coming to exhausted - lying inside a small crater on the floor.
Arvan would eventually succeed with the tribal rite of passage. Sustaining rope burns in the process of forcing her bindings, the stump of her tree looked like a site where scalekin had gone through a rough molt due to the number of scale sheddings found. After reuniting with her tribe after three weeks of wandering, she earned herself the designation Tsolmon Tumet. And though she became a lauded champion of the hunt in the ensuing years, it was during her very first (and last) active participation in the traditional Naadam that the true worth of her brute strength was shown, prompting her life to take a turn for the worse.
Overzealous in her fighting, Arvan's inattentiveness cost her brother his right eye to an enemy arrow in the process of covering for her. Though he initially refused to hold her accountable, her sense of responsibility towards this blunder led her to become truly inseparable from him, spurring her vow to act as his missing eye. Still, with her carelessness and precarious ability to look after others, another accident in the following year occurred during a beast hunt, rendering her brother crippled after sustaining irreversible damage to his spine. In a short span of time, the tragedy of plummeting from a well-feared Tumet horseman to a useless paraplegic drove him into deep despair.
Arvan would plead with her brother not to take his own life for the ignominy suffered by her family. Haunted by the thought that she had robbed the tribe of one of its finest, she would renounce her tribal name until she the day she might properly redeem it. With no one in her sect resourceful enough to aid her in better managing her clumsy strength, she sought extended leave from the Steppe, determined to seek out someone capable of refining her so that she might demonstrate herself a proper asset, not detriment, to her and hers. It is also during this leave that she will travel in search of some means - any means - to restore her brother's command over his own body.
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COMMON RUMORS(easy to overhear)
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MODERATE RUMORS(moderately difficult to overhear)
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RARE RUMORS(very difficult or rarely overheard)
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PC RUMORS(rumors from the characters of other players)
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♥ Romantic Interest ♡ Platonic Love ▲ Good Standing ▼ Poor Standing
♥ - Eritani Haragin:
♡ - Zarga: Arvan Khoer's beloved older brother. In the distant past, he was gifted as a warrior in every sense of the word, once even acquiring his tribe’s permission to bring his baby sister into the Naadam strapped on his back to show her the glory of the battlefield. Needless to say, he capably preserved his and his sister’s lives throughout the event, giving her the spectacle of a lifetime, and the strong aspiration to one day become like him.
♡ - Shaar Jhungid: A former member of the Jhungids who treated Zarga as his nemesis, Shaar discarded his enmity upon hearing that his mortal enemy had lost an eye, and even went as far as donning an eyepatch to honor the latter. When Arvan left the Tumets, it was at Zarga's earnest request that Shaar accompany her journey, despite Shaar never having liked Arvan to begin with. Over time, watching her slow and gradual growth has softened his opinion of her, and he now regards her with an almost paternal care. Though she loves him as her own brother as well, Arvan recognizes that his cunning nature makes him unfit to be a moral compass to be relied on, even if he only means the best.
Notes ❧
!!!NOTES
In-Game ❧
!!!IN-GAME-NOTES
Outgoing Links ❧
!!!OUTGOING LINKS
| Template | Bancroft Gairn |
| Layout reference | D'lyhhia Lhuil |
| Other fiddling | Misik'a Rahsi |
