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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.
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- ● 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.
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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.
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Notes
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