Levenin Refure
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Levenin has spent much of his life from childhood dealing with rampant anxiety and low self esteem, a gift inherited from his father. His parents and various caretakers often could do little to soothe him, and loneliness wasn't a stranger too far behind. Though unable to connect with other people, he eventually managed enough to soar through education with promise. Friends were few but that only gave Levenin more resolve-- to find a way to help others, to make it to where they never had to feel the same as he did. No one aside from his family had ever given him anything so perhaps deep down, he was looking for approval just as much as he wanted to heal the world of her weariness. Unfortunately, his talents didn't lie in medicine or alchemy-- the latter of which shamed him even further because of his mother's renowned skill in the art. For a period of time, it was as if he'd never find his purpose.
Levenin isn’t intimidating in the slightest, mostly because of the way he holds himself— he’s constantly looking small, trying to take up as little space as possible. He’s thin, with hardly any muscular definition to be found. It's painfully obvious he's never touched a weapon in his life. Lev stands at 5 fulms and 9 ilms (5'9"/175 cm) and weighs 135 ponzes (135 lbs/61 kg). His hair is a rich russet brown, longer in the front than it is in the back, with long locks extending past his ears and down to his jaw. His eyes have the epicanthic fold associated with those of Asian descent (in this case, because of his Yanxian heritage), and they glow a soft lavender purple. His most striking facial feature is the mole under his right eye. He has many others elsewhere, including on his back, hips, and chest. Otherwise, his skin stays clear and fair under the influence of healing magic.
A sweet but awkward man, Levenin spends his existence trying to keep as quiet and out of the way as possible. If forced to be social, he remains soft-spoken and polite. He’s often prone to stuttering when nervous, which is his natural state of being about 90% of the time. He's also an incredible pushover with very little spine and has a problem with having low self esteem in every aspect of his life. Though shy to a fault and filled with more anxiety than is healthy, Levenin has absolutely adored the friends he's made over the years, as few and far in between as they were. He'll spoil you with more love than you could possibly ever need if he's comfortable around you. He’s completely loyal to those he loves and trusts, though this usually means he ends up looking after others more than himself on occasion.
Levenin delights in everything creepy, crawling, and gruesome (the workings of skeletons and spiders being his absolute favorites). He also has an affinity for gardening and although he can't really brew his own potions, he is quite familiar with what recipes require certain herbs. If he stays anywhere for an extended period of time, he usually often crowds his living space with pots and pots of plants, to the chagrin of any roommates he may have. Currently, he's getting pretty good at making hot tea to deal with the Ishgardian winter, but would love to learn how to cook actual meals one of these days. Actually, he'd love somewhere besides a loft to live in the first place-- perhaps on a quiet farm one day. Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children. Levenin has dealt with generalized anxiety disorder since childhood, and developed PTSD after his abusive domestic relationship. Lev often talks in his sleep, sometimes sleepwalking if he's having a particularly bad episode. He is the oldest of three siblings, and was inspired to go into the medical field after his mother, who is an alchemist who specializes in healing salves. She was also the one who imparted to him knowledge of the Doman/Hingan language, which he can speak conversationally. Note: Lev, as already mentioned, has anxiety and PTSD so is very spooked by loud or aggressive people. He has a stutter that comes out when especially nervous. He's prone to panic attacks and self harm (which he'll heal right after), but he makes a huge effort to make sure no one knows this. A character who hangs around him for an extended period of time might find out about either by accident, but it's definitely not something that'll just happen. I'd ask anyone to be patient with Lev, as you (hopefully) would be in real life.
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