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| Caivar Addario | Jan 7 2011, 11:22 PM Post #1 |
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![]() CAIVAR ADDARIO You walk into the altar, your body relaxed and your mind focused. The large, oversized doors close as the sun dips below the horizon. The darkness creeps around you and for a moment, you feel as though you are completely alone when a warm and elderly voice comes from the center of the altar. “Welcome my child and may the Darkness bless you. You are here to prove your worthiness to enter the realms beyond this world. Let us begin. Please, tell me about yourself. What is your name? How old are you and what is your caste?” My name is Caivar Addario, I am 1747 (37) years old and I am a Warlord. “Yes yes. I was wondering when the Darkness would send you to me. What jewels has the Darkness gifted you with my child?” My Birthright Jewel is the White with a JP of 12, and at my Descent I was gifted with the Yellow, JP 44. “A beautiful set of jewels are they not? Where do you come from and where are you going?” I was born in the Territory of Askavi, in the Realm of Kaeleeer, where I have lived all my life. “Now, let us begin with the real information. My eye sight has begun to fail me so please, what do you look like?” Caivar likes to consider himself a typical Eyrien male, standing about six foot three, with thick black hair cut close to the skull and dark gold eyes and the deeply tanned skin of his people. He walks with a slight limp on his right side and is missing the pinky finger on his left hand, a result of an encounter with the jhinka in his warrior days. He always keeps his wings tucked close to his body, to keep from scaring the animals he tells people when he bothers to talk to them, but in reality it is to hide the fact that his right wing is damaged. The membranes were torn and never healed right, leaving him with a wing that wasn’t strong enough to manage more than a few moments of flight. As a male who spends most of his time outside, Caivar’s wardrobe is limited to denim jeans and work shirts of neutral browns. He has no use for anything else and on the occasional trips into the nearest town he makes, he figures his usual clothes will work just fine. However, he is rarely seen without his wide brimmed hat, which has seen better days, but he can’t quite bring himself to get rid of. “It’s a damn good hat,” he has told his exasperated cousin more than once when she complains about the ratty thing. “And your personality? What is that like?” Caivar does not like people. Well, he doesn't like eyriens. That is the attribute that most defines him. He hates the race he was born into, because they can still take to the sky and with his broken wing, he can't. He keeps to himself mostly, as a man of few words, he doesn't really see the point in spending time with people who will more than likely end up wearing through his patience. His cousin Julian is the only person he can stand to be around on a personal level. The other men on his ranch are mostly short-lived, and therefore he tries to avoid forming deep relationships with them. While Caivar does not spend much time with people, he has devoted his life to his family's ranch, and the livestock they raise. “Is there anything you particularly enjoy or dislike?” I like being outside, my much loved hat, my horses and my land. A glass of whiskey and a good book before bed. I dislike “An aimless wonderer is hardly a good thing. What are your goals?” Keep up the ranch and keep out of the storm about to be set loose in Askavi. “Ah yes, I see. Before you tell me your story, who are some important people in your life?” My mother and father are dead and my one brother is a good-for-nothing drunkard who is not welcome on my land. My cousin Julian, a Tigers Eye hearth witch, lives with me to keep the house clean and cook for me and my men. A candle is lifted, revealing a priestess on a lounging couch just off of the altar. She is elderly but still very refined and coherent. She moves to one end of the couch. “Come and sit next to me and tell me about your story. I want to know about your history.” Caivar is the first of two sons born to Kievar and Jesian Addario, a witch and Warlord who both wore the Rose. He had a fairly normal childhood, filled with love and laughter. Kievar owned a few acres of land in the Kanta Valley of Askavi and there he raised horses and a few cattle and other livestock. From an early age, Cai would follow his father around the small ranch, often dressed as his father was in denim jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a cowboy hat and boots. Kievar had spent several hours when Cai first started shadowing him, explaining to the young boy that he must always keep his wings tucked in so he wouldn’t scare the animals. When Cai went through his Birthright Ceremony and came out with the White, Jesian was pleased. Yes, he would always be weak compared to other Blood, but if he never fully descended, he would not be as valuable, Craft-wise, to the war camps, and perhaps she would not outlive him, as she had her twin brother. When Cai was 200 years old, his mother gave birth to his younger brother, Bravar. However, shortly after, Cai was sent away to the training camps to learn the ways of his race, so he didn't really have time to form an opinion of his brother. At the camps, Cai was worked harder than he had ever been working for his father. The masters of the war camps were harsh and unyielding, demanding everything from the men who served under them. Years passed and Cai learned to thrive on the training, the mock battles, and the real battles with the jhinka. While he was weak craft-wise, he strove to make up for it in physical strength. When he underwent his Offering to the Darkness and came away with the Yellow, his parents sent him money to have his Jewels set in a necklace. Not long after his four hundredth birthday, Caivar was sent out on his first solo scouting mission. When he returned, he discovered that his brother had been sent to the camps, and he was expected to initiate the young Eyrien to the life of a warrior. A challenge that would also prove to the camp masters whether Caivar was ready to leave the training camps and join the ranks of the Eyrien race. Knowing his mother would never forgive him if word reached her of his actions, nevertheless, Caivar was never one to back down from a challenge. At dawn on the second day of Bravar's stay, Caivar called his little brother out on the training field and proceeded to beat the crap out of him. The old priestess nods her head as you finish. She is clearly thinking and weighing the information that you have just given her. “Perhaps I need just a little more. Could you give me an example of how you plan to play in the world?” WRITING EXAMPLE FOR YOUR CHARACTER - Second Character The old priestess narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side, looking behind you. “And you, behind this wonderful member of our story, who are you?” Anna, and I currently have Caleb Hart, Green to Gray Warlord Prince “And have you read and agreed to the rules of this place?” YES Again, she pauses and thinks. The air is beginning to lighten as the morning light comes around. The Priestess rises and approaches the altar. She begins lighting the candles in a practiced and comfortable order. There is movement beyond the candles as the altar opens to a new world. “Thank you for your time and stories. You are free to proceed. Please have fun but remember, everything has a price.” Edited by Caivar Addario, Feb 12 2011, 10:44 PM.
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| SRawr | Jan 7 2011, 11:43 PM Post #2 |
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Birthright: White (12) Descent: Yellow (44) Enjoy! |
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