Averill Rooks
| 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 | The most severe of Averill's scarring favours his left side.
The tell-tale marks of repeated blade cuts bite deep into his chest and face, leaving his eye a mangled, useless pearl. For most, it would be a crippling disability. For Averill, it is a lesson to get closer - and swing harder. |
| Twisted Aether | Mages reckon well the shifting tides of the soul. Aether is their domain, and for spellcraft the balances are tipped with the utmost of care and precision.
Small wonder then that all but the most trained eyes turn from staring too deeply into Averill's aether. A vortex of corruption roils just beneath the road-weathered surface, causing most to shrink, unnerved or disgusted. When one sees a storm on the horizon, one typically seeks shelter. |
