Post by scytale on Oct 1, 2015 4:10:19 GMT
Full name: Tavi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Dalish
Class/Occupation: Hunter/Thief/Animal Handler
Background:
Born to the Tabr clan Tavi's early childhood was by all standards quite average for a Dalish child, growing up amongst Halla, playing in the forests just beyond the clan encampment and listening to the hahren tell stories in the evening under the stars. His mother was the clan's first and his father the halla keeper, while his mother was often busy with clan business Tavi loved nothing more than being with the Halla and his father, he would often sit atop one of the quieter ones and pretend he was an emerald knight of old. Tavi had an affinity for animals the Halla in particular, on more than one occasion he brought home a small critter he had found in the forest around the camp.
As Tavi grew older he was quite indecisive about how he was best going to serve the clan,
by this time he could almost read the Halla's disposition as well as his father but the clan only needs one keeper of Halla. Eventually he settled upon a hunters apprenticeship, Tavi took to the bow as a dancer takes to music. The apprenticeship progressed well for a while, all the early lessons progressed without incident but when his first hunt came he could not kill the beast. Alongside his master they skulked thorough the undergrowth stalking prey to feed the clan. It was a deer. They crept closer moving like shadows, it was time Tavi drew his bow but as he looked at the doe all he could see was a small Halla, his hand began to tremble. How could he kill something so peaceful? As he was frozen in contemplation the bowstring slipped through his fingers and the arrow flew wild and hitting it's target but the mark was off, the doe was struck in the hind leg crippling it. Before the pitiful creature could cry out in pain a second arrow flashed through the air killing the deer. Hands still shaking Tavi looked to his master tears now welling in his eyes, he could not do it he could not kill, thankfully he was not alone this hunt and the creature did not suffer more than a second before it died. Needless to say he had to revise the Vir Tanadhal specifically the Vir Assan before he could go on another hunt.
In company with his apprenticeship Tavi studied herb-lore with his mother, learning how to dull pain and tend to basic wounds. Much to his disappointment Tavi could scarcely spend time with his father tending to the Halla the way he had done when he was younger. His relationship with his father was not in anyway diminished as they would still spend a great deal of time together while the clan migrated riding together in the aravel. Years passed, eventually he was finally ready to take his coming of age hunt, by this time he lad learned to kill but abhorred to do so. The clan was camped in the northern west Dales on the border of Orlais, the locals had been peculiarly hostile, while this was nothing new the shemlen were unpleasant even at the best of times this was something else entirely. Still the Tabr had travelled far and needed to recover before moving again though it was sure to be a short stop. On the second day Tavi's master brought him before the clan keeper to start his first unaccompanied hunt. A local pack of wolves had been caught stalking the Halla on their first night, the alpha had gone so far as to attack the hunter who had spotted them severely injuring her arm.
With the keepers blessing Tavi set out to bring back the pelt of the alpha wolf, just before he had made it out of the camp his master stopped him and presented Tavi with an ironbark bow, while it not doubt was meant to be a reward for completing his hunt the bow had been finished early and would surly help him now. Grateful to his teacher Tavi left the camp tracking the wolves. the trail was not easy to follow and broke down completely not five kilometres from the camp, but Tavi knew from here their den could not be far. It took a day for him to find their den, by the time he found it the sun was a radiant orange as it inched past the horizon. The wolves were stirring in the evening glow and preparing to hunt again. Not wanting to kill more than necessary Tavi decided to wait for the wolves to complete their hunt so that he could pick out the alpha as they returned tired and slowed with full bellies. The wolves were gone for hours. In the hours he waited Tavi scoured the area for the perfect position where he could survey all the land well illuminated by the full moon. It shone an eerie blood red, when he looked up at it Tavi couldn't shake the feeling that it was an ill omen. As the pack returned Tavi drew his bow and set to his task. It was not difficult the wolves were gorged and slow all it took was one arrow and the deed was done. The sight of their felled leader scattered the remaining wolves. Hurrying over Tavi retrieved the corpse and spirited it away into the night, he had completed his first hunt.
Awash with pride Tavi lit a small camp fire and set to skinning the wolf and eating some flat bread he had packed for the journey. Setting out again at first light he could scarcely wait to return home the victorious hunter and show everyone the spoils of his adventure. A kilometre out from the camp was when he first realised something was wrong, the wind stank heavily of smoke but Tavi could see no sign of forest fire. A sense of foreboding fell over him as he continued, drawing closer he slowed to a walk as if trying to delay conformation of what he knew inevitable now. As Tavi stepped into the camp or charred ruins of what was the camp something in him broke. Too stunned for action he was frozen listening to the deafening silence. After a what seemed like hours he managed to search out the remain his parents aravel but there was nothing there letting himself feel a glimmer of home a little life returned to his body as he began to hurry though the camp searching for his parents. Sadly it did not take long to find them, they were hung from trees like mock scarecrows. As he cut them down and the weight of their bodies fell upon him Tavi swore to Vir Banal'ras 'the way of shadow' all shemlen would pay for what had happened here.
Years later with a number of kills under his belt and nearly as many close escapes Tavi wanders Thedas looking to punish the shemlen and any who would defend them.
Personality:
Tavi will never forget the slaughter of his clan, it weighs on him like an anchor it has left him with a deep loathing of humans. He is still quite young and rash often running headlong into situations without thinking things through first especially if a human is involved. He is highly skilled with bows and knows enough herb-lore to administer first-aid but his training was cut short leaving him with only a rudimentary knowledge. Many close escapes from overwhelming fights with humans has left him quite resourceful when binding his own wounds often able to pick out the basic flora required for first-aid.
While he is no longer by any means the same boy who set out that fateful night on his hunt Tavi still maintains the wild-empathy that caused a young boy to tremble at the thought of hurting an animal, often preferring the company of the wild to sentients. While all humans are to be hated those who harm animals are to be despised above all, if caught in the act there will be little thought before Tavi unleashes a full attack on those responsible.
His clans death still fills him with a burning rage but there are times when Tavi stops to wonder what would be if he was there when the shemlen came. While knows he would surly be dead perhaps that would have been for the best, he is not overly fond of the spectre or vengeance that he has become. These thoughts are however few and fleeting and often by the end he has renewed his resolve to hunt down and punish the shemlen.
Tavi has had very little contact with the other races of Thedas, never having seen one of the Qunari and only spying dwarves from a distance. He has had little contact with the elves of the alienages not wanting the wrath of the shemlen to fall on them if there we discovered harbouring him.
Tropes:
Survivor Guilt
Nature Hero
Used to be a Sweet kid
Misplaced Retribution
Appearance (description, image, or both!): Tavi carries himself with a wild grace, his black hair long and matted framing his hard and narrow face. Standing 5'9 he is built for agility not strength, his willow like frame often bending beyond what would seem natural. He is perpetually dirty only managing to bathe in streams on rare occasions, his body is covered in scars from fight he had no right to escape from with his life tended to with only a novice's hand.
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
TW: Blood, Death
The air was still and cool, dawn was still a few hours away.
The sounds of shifting dirt broke the silence, Tavi stood in a shallow hole bathed in moonlight. Near by lay the corpses of two men, both in their 30's, they were stocky and well built with an aura of martial prowess, guards perhaps or maybe bandits, it didn't matter now they were dead. Tavi continued to dig the grave his shovel moving rhythmically one, two, one, two, one, two. It was better than they deserved Tavi though as he laboured away lost in his own world he hadn't noticed a second presence had started to approach.
Stalked through the night drawn to the activity, cautiously she edged closer when she saw the first body. Freezing in terror she examined the body, she recognised him. She has seen his face on posters during he last trip into town he was a bandit, not two weeks ago he had killed the young family two farms over. Were it not for the terrible gash along his throat she would have guess him sleeping, at the sigh of the wound she let out a small yelp.
Tavi cursed under his breath before wheeling around to face the intruder.
“B-b-begging your pardon milord, I didn't mean to startle you,” she stammered “I didn't mean to startle you.”
“What is your name,” Tavi whispered his voice carrying on the wind so that she could hear, he needed to stall for time while he worked out how he was going to deal with this.
“Anabelle,” she replied
“Well Anabelle, what brings you out here at this time of night?”
“I-I-I live near by and was awoken by a strange noise, I-i-i'd just come to investigate it.”
Tavi started to climb out of the hole, Annabelle took a few steps back.
“I'm not going to hurt you dear girl,” he cooed as if speaking to a frightened animal, hands now raised above his head. The girl did not relax, all he instincts were telling her to flee but she was caught in his frigid eyes as if they'd frozen her feet in place.
“Those men were rabid beasts and deserved to die,” he said gesturing to the two corpses. She nodded in agreement still her body cried out in fright, something here was terribly wrong.
A branch cracked in the distance snapping Tavi's attention, finally free of his eyes she turned to take flight stumbling over herself the first few steps. His attention again fixed on Annabelle he could not let her escape, no shemlen would escape his justice. Coolly he drew hos bow, she wasn't het a hundred metres away it would be an easy shot.
Annabelle felt a burning pain spread through her back then through her chest looking down she saw the blood spreading through her cloths, she tried to scream but blood was already filling her lungs and all that came out was a light gurgle. The light faded quickly, she was gone before she hit the ground.
Just one more hole to dig.
IC
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Hugging this character: Yes, but don't expect much of a response
Kissing this character: Yes but same as before
Flirting with this character: You can try but you're not going to get anywhere
Fighting with this character: Yes, especially with humans
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes anything goes, but the more extreme the better the reason you should have
Killing this character: Yes he's going to get himself into a situation to hot to handle one of these days
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): If it's within the rules and cool with everyone else in the thread then it's fine with me.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Dalish
Class/Occupation: Hunter/Thief/Animal Handler
Background:
Born to the Tabr clan Tavi's early childhood was by all standards quite average for a Dalish child, growing up amongst Halla, playing in the forests just beyond the clan encampment and listening to the hahren tell stories in the evening under the stars. His mother was the clan's first and his father the halla keeper, while his mother was often busy with clan business Tavi loved nothing more than being with the Halla and his father, he would often sit atop one of the quieter ones and pretend he was an emerald knight of old. Tavi had an affinity for animals the Halla in particular, on more than one occasion he brought home a small critter he had found in the forest around the camp.
As Tavi grew older he was quite indecisive about how he was best going to serve the clan,
by this time he could almost read the Halla's disposition as well as his father but the clan only needs one keeper of Halla. Eventually he settled upon a hunters apprenticeship, Tavi took to the bow as a dancer takes to music. The apprenticeship progressed well for a while, all the early lessons progressed without incident but when his first hunt came he could not kill the beast. Alongside his master they skulked thorough the undergrowth stalking prey to feed the clan. It was a deer. They crept closer moving like shadows, it was time Tavi drew his bow but as he looked at the doe all he could see was a small Halla, his hand began to tremble. How could he kill something so peaceful? As he was frozen in contemplation the bowstring slipped through his fingers and the arrow flew wild and hitting it's target but the mark was off, the doe was struck in the hind leg crippling it. Before the pitiful creature could cry out in pain a second arrow flashed through the air killing the deer. Hands still shaking Tavi looked to his master tears now welling in his eyes, he could not do it he could not kill, thankfully he was not alone this hunt and the creature did not suffer more than a second before it died. Needless to say he had to revise the Vir Tanadhal specifically the Vir Assan before he could go on another hunt.
In company with his apprenticeship Tavi studied herb-lore with his mother, learning how to dull pain and tend to basic wounds. Much to his disappointment Tavi could scarcely spend time with his father tending to the Halla the way he had done when he was younger. His relationship with his father was not in anyway diminished as they would still spend a great deal of time together while the clan migrated riding together in the aravel. Years passed, eventually he was finally ready to take his coming of age hunt, by this time he lad learned to kill but abhorred to do so. The clan was camped in the northern west Dales on the border of Orlais, the locals had been peculiarly hostile, while this was nothing new the shemlen were unpleasant even at the best of times this was something else entirely. Still the Tabr had travelled far and needed to recover before moving again though it was sure to be a short stop. On the second day Tavi's master brought him before the clan keeper to start his first unaccompanied hunt. A local pack of wolves had been caught stalking the Halla on their first night, the alpha had gone so far as to attack the hunter who had spotted them severely injuring her arm.
With the keepers blessing Tavi set out to bring back the pelt of the alpha wolf, just before he had made it out of the camp his master stopped him and presented Tavi with an ironbark bow, while it not doubt was meant to be a reward for completing his hunt the bow had been finished early and would surly help him now. Grateful to his teacher Tavi left the camp tracking the wolves. the trail was not easy to follow and broke down completely not five kilometres from the camp, but Tavi knew from here their den could not be far. It took a day for him to find their den, by the time he found it the sun was a radiant orange as it inched past the horizon. The wolves were stirring in the evening glow and preparing to hunt again. Not wanting to kill more than necessary Tavi decided to wait for the wolves to complete their hunt so that he could pick out the alpha as they returned tired and slowed with full bellies. The wolves were gone for hours. In the hours he waited Tavi scoured the area for the perfect position where he could survey all the land well illuminated by the full moon. It shone an eerie blood red, when he looked up at it Tavi couldn't shake the feeling that it was an ill omen. As the pack returned Tavi drew his bow and set to his task. It was not difficult the wolves were gorged and slow all it took was one arrow and the deed was done. The sight of their felled leader scattered the remaining wolves. Hurrying over Tavi retrieved the corpse and spirited it away into the night, he had completed his first hunt.
Awash with pride Tavi lit a small camp fire and set to skinning the wolf and eating some flat bread he had packed for the journey. Setting out again at first light he could scarcely wait to return home the victorious hunter and show everyone the spoils of his adventure. A kilometre out from the camp was when he first realised something was wrong, the wind stank heavily of smoke but Tavi could see no sign of forest fire. A sense of foreboding fell over him as he continued, drawing closer he slowed to a walk as if trying to delay conformation of what he knew inevitable now. As Tavi stepped into the camp or charred ruins of what was the camp something in him broke. Too stunned for action he was frozen listening to the deafening silence. After a what seemed like hours he managed to search out the remain his parents aravel but there was nothing there letting himself feel a glimmer of home a little life returned to his body as he began to hurry though the camp searching for his parents. Sadly it did not take long to find them, they were hung from trees like mock scarecrows. As he cut them down and the weight of their bodies fell upon him Tavi swore to Vir Banal'ras 'the way of shadow' all shemlen would pay for what had happened here.
Years later with a number of kills under his belt and nearly as many close escapes Tavi wanders Thedas looking to punish the shemlen and any who would defend them.
Personality:
Tavi will never forget the slaughter of his clan, it weighs on him like an anchor it has left him with a deep loathing of humans. He is still quite young and rash often running headlong into situations without thinking things through first especially if a human is involved. He is highly skilled with bows and knows enough herb-lore to administer first-aid but his training was cut short leaving him with only a rudimentary knowledge. Many close escapes from overwhelming fights with humans has left him quite resourceful when binding his own wounds often able to pick out the basic flora required for first-aid.
While he is no longer by any means the same boy who set out that fateful night on his hunt Tavi still maintains the wild-empathy that caused a young boy to tremble at the thought of hurting an animal, often preferring the company of the wild to sentients. While all humans are to be hated those who harm animals are to be despised above all, if caught in the act there will be little thought before Tavi unleashes a full attack on those responsible.
His clans death still fills him with a burning rage but there are times when Tavi stops to wonder what would be if he was there when the shemlen came. While knows he would surly be dead perhaps that would have been for the best, he is not overly fond of the spectre or vengeance that he has become. These thoughts are however few and fleeting and often by the end he has renewed his resolve to hunt down and punish the shemlen.
Tavi has had very little contact with the other races of Thedas, never having seen one of the Qunari and only spying dwarves from a distance. He has had little contact with the elves of the alienages not wanting the wrath of the shemlen to fall on them if there we discovered harbouring him.
Tropes:
Survivor Guilt
Nature Hero
Used to be a Sweet kid
Misplaced Retribution
Appearance (description, image, or both!): Tavi carries himself with a wild grace, his black hair long and matted framing his hard and narrow face. Standing 5'9 he is built for agility not strength, his willow like frame often bending beyond what would seem natural. He is perpetually dirty only managing to bathe in streams on rare occasions, his body is covered in scars from fight he had no right to escape from with his life tended to with only a novice's hand.
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
TW: Blood, Death
The air was still and cool, dawn was still a few hours away.
The sounds of shifting dirt broke the silence, Tavi stood in a shallow hole bathed in moonlight. Near by lay the corpses of two men, both in their 30's, they were stocky and well built with an aura of martial prowess, guards perhaps or maybe bandits, it didn't matter now they were dead. Tavi continued to dig the grave his shovel moving rhythmically one, two, one, two, one, two. It was better than they deserved Tavi though as he laboured away lost in his own world he hadn't noticed a second presence had started to approach.
Stalked through the night drawn to the activity, cautiously she edged closer when she saw the first body. Freezing in terror she examined the body, she recognised him. She has seen his face on posters during he last trip into town he was a bandit, not two weeks ago he had killed the young family two farms over. Were it not for the terrible gash along his throat she would have guess him sleeping, at the sigh of the wound she let out a small yelp.
Tavi cursed under his breath before wheeling around to face the intruder.
“B-b-begging your pardon milord, I didn't mean to startle you,” she stammered “I didn't mean to startle you.”
“What is your name,” Tavi whispered his voice carrying on the wind so that she could hear, he needed to stall for time while he worked out how he was going to deal with this.
“Anabelle,” she replied
“Well Anabelle, what brings you out here at this time of night?”
“I-I-I live near by and was awoken by a strange noise, I-i-i'd just come to investigate it.”
Tavi started to climb out of the hole, Annabelle took a few steps back.
“I'm not going to hurt you dear girl,” he cooed as if speaking to a frightened animal, hands now raised above his head. The girl did not relax, all he instincts were telling her to flee but she was caught in his frigid eyes as if they'd frozen her feet in place.
“Those men were rabid beasts and deserved to die,” he said gesturing to the two corpses. She nodded in agreement still her body cried out in fright, something here was terribly wrong.
A branch cracked in the distance snapping Tavi's attention, finally free of his eyes she turned to take flight stumbling over herself the first few steps. His attention again fixed on Annabelle he could not let her escape, no shemlen would escape his justice. Coolly he drew hos bow, she wasn't het a hundred metres away it would be an easy shot.
Annabelle felt a burning pain spread through her back then through her chest looking down she saw the blood spreading through her cloths, she tried to scream but blood was already filling her lungs and all that came out was a light gurgle. The light faded quickly, she was gone before she hit the ground.
Just one more hole to dig.
IC
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Hugging this character: Yes, but don't expect much of a response
Kissing this character: Yes but same as before
Flirting with this character: You can try but you're not going to get anywhere
Fighting with this character: Yes, especially with humans
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes anything goes, but the more extreme the better the reason you should have
Killing this character: Yes he's going to get himself into a situation to hot to handle one of these days
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): If it's within the rules and cool with everyone else in the thread then it's fine with me.
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