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Name: Avoran Urd Reisha
Age: 21
Gender: Cis Male
Appearance: Avoran is approximately five feet and nine inches tall with a medium-light build and a light brown skin tone. His muscles suggest that he exercises enough to stay healthy. His hair is 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. His eyes are a deep midnight purple.
Most curiously and notable are 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.
Personality: In passing, Avoran is perfectly agreeable. 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.
Homeworld: Once, not too long ago, there was a small port town that was nestled against the towering rock-face. Through its waters, along the cobblestone streets and between eager tradesman, antiquities and curiosities of all sorts moved day in and day out. Was there some rare artifact that you had long sought after? Visit the small port town nestled against the towering rock-face. Perhaps a lost grimoire of magical arts that might finally end your quest for power? Visit the small port town nestled against the towering rock-face. But one day, what once was, was no longer. The small port town had vanished into thin air and left behind only a faint whisper of its being. If you listen closely enough, you might just hear those fateful words on a fel wind.
According to Avoran, he received summons just days before the life he left behind was swallowed into nothingness.
Backstory:
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.
Style/Form: Void Spirit Magic
Avoran's magic is bestowed upon him through contracts made with the denizens of the void. The crow appearing spirit (to be discussed below), Yidra, is his primary contract holder and seeks to eventually claim Avoran's existence for itself. Though, for now, Yidra helps to facilitate all the contracts that give Avoran his various magics. It is important to note that while Avoran is quite capable in use of his magic, he doesn't have an intimate understanding of how it functions beyond what Yidra has told 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 ever 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. Those he can't readily recall are close at hand.
Practically speaking, Void Spirit Magic is divided into three disciplines: Singularity, Expanse, and Channeling.
Affinity/Focus: 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. As Yidra has often told Avoran, there is much to learn in the Void.
Other Skills & Interests: Avoran has a love for old and rare books and magical tomes. Especially magic tomes. Learning the theory, engaging in the study, practice and exploration of magic is one of his greatest passions. Wherever the road may lead, Avoran has followed it diligently.
"Familiar": Yidra is, as far as most are concerned, a familiar that resembles a common crow. Those more curious might notice that it's plumage is a matted mixture of muddied blues, deep purples and inky black, suggestive of the constant night beyond the sky. Upon even closer inspection, one would notice that Yidra only has one leg that is centered and its talons are the same color as the darkest portions of its feathers. Its beak bears a series of grooves that spiral to the tip of both top and bottom segments. Finally, a detail that only Avoran and other Void spirits are privy to, a single red eye in the middle of its chest that is hidden behind a feather covered lid.
Age: 21
Gender: Cis Male
Appearance: Avoran is approximately five feet and nine inches tall with a medium-light build and a light brown skin tone. His muscles suggest that he exercises enough to stay healthy. His hair is 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. His eyes are a deep midnight purple.
Most curiously and notable are 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.
Personality: In passing, Avoran is perfectly agreeable. 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.
Homeworld: Once, not too long ago, there was a small port town that was nestled against the towering rock-face. Through its waters, along the cobblestone streets and between eager tradesman, antiquities and curiosities of all sorts moved day in and day out. Was there some rare artifact that you had long sought after? Visit the small port town nestled against the towering rock-face. Perhaps a lost grimoire of magical arts that might finally end your quest for power? Visit the small port town nestled against the towering rock-face. But one day, what once was, was no longer. The small port town had vanished into thin air and left behind only a faint whisper of its being. If you listen closely enough, you might just hear those fateful words on a fel wind.
According to Avoran, he received summons just days before the life he left behind was swallowed into nothingness.
Backstory:
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.
Style/Form: Void Spirit Magic
Avoran's magic is bestowed upon him through contracts made with the denizens of the void. The crow appearing spirit (to be discussed below), Yidra, is his primary contract holder and seeks to eventually claim Avoran's existence for itself. Though, for now, Yidra helps to facilitate all the contracts that give Avoran his various magics. It is important to note that while Avoran is quite capable in use of his magic, he doesn't have an intimate understanding of how it functions beyond what Yidra has told 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 ever 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. Those he can't readily recall are close at hand.
Practically speaking, Void Spirit Magic is divided into three disciplines: Singularity, Expanse, and Channeling.
- Singularity allows the user to gather raw energies from the void and compress them into solid mass potentially incredible density. The simpler the object being created, the more dense it can be.
- Expanse allows the user to create portals that can connect two points in space via the Void. This can allow for transportation of objects of various sizes. It has not proven capable of transporting living things aside from Avoran.
- Channeling is the primary mode of using the contract magic. It most often results in the manifestation of a Void Spirit either in part or in whole to perform a specific task or series of tasks. These often require payment of one kind or another. The more elaborate the spell or the more powerful or...hungry the Void Spirit, the greater the payment.
Affinity/Focus: 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. As Yidra has often told Avoran, there is much to learn in the Void.
Other Skills & Interests: Avoran has a love for old and rare books and magical tomes. Especially magic tomes. Learning the theory, engaging in the study, practice and exploration of magic is one of his greatest passions. Wherever the road may lead, Avoran has followed it diligently.
"Familiar": Yidra is, as far as most are concerned, a familiar that resembles a common crow. Those more curious might notice that it's plumage is a matted mixture of muddied blues, deep purples and inky black, suggestive of the constant night beyond the sky. Upon even closer inspection, one would notice that Yidra only has one leg that is centered and its talons are the same color as the darkest portions of its feathers. Its beak bears a series of grooves that spiral to the tip of both top and bottom segments. Finally, a detail that only Avoran and other Void spirits are privy to, a single red eye in the middle of its chest that is hidden behind a feather covered lid.
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