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⸻⠀the self⠀⸻
ALIGNMENT: Generally speaking, Avoran is of the perfectly agreeable sort of folk. His father insisted that he be well mannered, attentive and pleasant. The sort of way of being that makes maintaining old and establishing new business connections a simple task. And while he lacks the sort of salesman's flare that was his father's pride, Avoran carries about him an air of reassuring confidence. Those who have come to know him more closely find that he is often quietly contemplative almost to the point of being lost in his thoughts or aloof. Yet, some claim to have noticed moments when Avoran is unusually sharp, focused in an unsettling sort of way. But those moments are admittedly, by those who've noticed, are few and far between.
LIKES: Learning new things, getting really stuck into a new project, searching for rare books or artifacts etc., traveling while on business, practicing and learning more about the magic that he's been imbued with. Avoran has a love for old and rare books and magical tomes. Especially magic tomes.
DISLIKES: Bad leads, know-it-alls, those who stifle learning and curiosity
⸻⠀the body⠀⸻
HEIGHT: 5'9"
HAIR COLOR / STYLE: Medium length, loosely curled and mostly pitch black. Towards the tips of his curls, the black transitions from that dark black into shades of purple and at the very tips, a sort of smoky white
EYES: Deep midnight purple
SKIN TONE: Light brown skin with a clear complexion
PHYSIQUE: Medium light muscle build.
DOM. HAND: Right Handed
APPARENT AGE: He appears much his age, 20 years old.
VOICE: Moderately deep, warm and friendly. Though turns more chipper and excited when doing business though never overly excited.
MODIFICATIONS // N/A
SCARS / MARKINGS // A series of five circular tattoos on his upper body. At a glance, each look like a full solar eclipse. The two largest of the five tattoos are located in the middle of his chest and on his back.
The next largest are on either shoulder. The smallest surrounds his belly-button. He also has five faint small semi-circular scars on his face, four on his the left side of his face spanning from his jaw line to a little bit below his eye and one in the middle of his right cheek.
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⸻⠀the ability and tools⠀⸻
Void Spirit Magic: Avoran's magic is bestowed upon him through contracts made with the denizens of the void. Yidra, a spirit that appears as a crow, is his primary contract holder and seeks to eventually claim Avoran's existence for itself. For now, Yidra helps to facilitate all of Avoran's contracts. While Avoran is quite capable in use of his magic, he doesn't have an intimate understanding of how it functions beyond what Yidra taught him. The language which shapes the energy of the void cannot be re-created or written down in journals for study but that's where his tattoos come into play. Each and every spell that Avoran has thus far learned is inscribed into his tattoos and spirals outwards like the blazing arms of a black sun. Under Yidra's guidance and frequent demand of practice, Avoran has managed to commit most of them to memory and those he can't readily recall are close at hand.
ABILITIES // A naturally curious person, his experiences with various Void spirits has given him an aptitude for deciphering texts the language of which he has no prior knowledge of.
While he's unable to "read" them, he can quickly comprehend and relay that understanding to others with a considerable amount of clarity. Also, while his current spell pool is limited, he is also quite adept at wielding his magic both effectively and creatively.
SPELLS //
- "Familiar": Yidra acts as Avoran's familiar and is with him at all times.
- Pact Sight: Through his contract with Yidra, Avoran is able to see through a singular crimson eye that is normally hidden under the feathers of the bird's chest for a short while.
- Singularity: Allows the user to gather raw energies from the void and compress them into solid mass. At this current stage, Avoran can make spheres ranging from the size of a marble to a sphere that can be easily held in his hand. They are rather hard and a bit heavier than one might expect.
- ATTIRE //
Avoran tends to wear clothing that's durable and well tailored for the rigors of travel. The colors tend to be a blend of black, purples, blues with smokey white accents. He also wears a layer of leather armor underneath his top layer of clothes: breastplate, forearms, thighs, shins and groin pieces.
GEAR // A mid-sized, well kept and durable business briefcase. (It has a locking mechanism)
A med-kit that has supplies for light to medium wounds. A small dagger that's normally concealed on the small of his back.
A sturdy hunting slingshot and a sling.
⸻⠀the story⠀⸻ My, you are quite the curious one.
The book lay upon the office table amid a clutter of odds and ends. Somehow, it sat apart from everything else, avoiding being covered by things traded for, soon to be sold or just curious enough to fascinate Avoran's father. The thrice-bound, weathered parchment had come apart at the corner and left a hole just wide enough to allow a length of golden chain to slip onto the table and coil in a small pile.
Come. There's so much to learn.
It was older than any of the others which had passed through his home. It was written in a language that was completely foreign to him. Avoran flicked through the pages excitedly. His index finger ran along the lines of text in search of anything that he could latch on to. A diagram? A figure? Anything that would prove a point of entrance for his racing thoughts and spiraling imagination. Page after page, line after line, nothing but the meticulous strokes of an indecipherable language. What use was fine penmanship if nobody could even rea-? Yidra. His finger stuck as if rooted to the spot. How? Nothing else had made any sort of sense but this...this singular word stood as plain as day.
More? Oh so much more. We will teach. You will learn.
The once dry ink began to run, spilling around his fingers and towards the corners of the pages. Every word of every page slipped into the next and pooled along the spine, poured out and formed into a marble. Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Must. Now. Eat. The once silent study was now swirling with voices and sound that were somehow simultaneously deafening and completely silent. Each distinct guttural chant crashed through his physical form and resonated violently against his very essence. Avoran tore the marble from the table and shoved it into his mouth, blood trickled down his cheek and dripped to the floor. The room was silent once more.
A crow stood on the table, it's head tilted slightly as if all too pleased with itself. Good. We begin.
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