A V A M A N D E
Name: Avamande Val'Istar
Race: Hytori
Sex: Nonbinary
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Birthdate: Glade 20, 97
Birthplace: Unknown, presumed the highlands of Karnor
Profession: Scrivener
Housing: Commons apartment
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Fluencies: Common, Mythrasi
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Race: Hytori
Sex: Nonbinary
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Birthdate: Glade 20, 97
Birthplace: Unknown, presumed the highlands of Karnor
Profession: Scrivener
Housing: Commons apartment
Partners:
Titles:
Factions:
Fluencies: Common, Mythrasi
Conversationals:
Ineptitudes:
Personality
As far as most are concerned, they appear diligent, polite, and with absolutely no time for anything but the bare necessities. However, their definition of what is and what is not necessary can often be surprising to those few who have come to know them on any level deeper than the surface, a meditation upon a flower or ambling down a hidden alleyway often taking precedence over meals or sleep. Painfully aware of their tendency to fall prey to impulse, they dutifully maintain their routines inasmuch as possible. Slightly more difficult to ascertain is the muted nature of their emotions, their smiles never reaching their eyes and their tears always brief. Though some might consider them to be flighty or hollow, they always have a reason for their actions, and one that most would even find reasonable if explained to them. But there are few that they would take the time to do that for.
Privately, within their heart of hearts, even this all consuming ambition occassionally gives them pause. Doubts creep in to their mind at the edge of sleep and when sitting beneath the stars, wondering if they are truly who they wish to be. If what their desire truly does come from their own heart.
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History
Though nominally, and distantly, in the line of succession for one of the Inner Kingdoms of old Sol'Valen, they hold no memories of their ancestral homeland. Raised within the court of a Prince for the first years of their life, they and their parents moved to Kalzasi before they were able to talk in complete sentences. Deemed the safest place to raise a mage within sight of the mountains where they were birthed, the couple sought honor the omen that they had been given. At least, that was what was publicly stated. In truth, the pair sought first and foremost to remove their child from the strictures and expectations of Hytori life so that they might instead put their own upon them.
By the time Avamande was able to read, they were already being forced to absorb the collected knowledge their parents had acquired after decades of travel and research. The time honored cultural practice of letting children select their own path in life was not just ignored, but subverted, their offspring instilled with the certainty that they would continue - and perhaps even finish - the great work their parents had embarked upon. Seeking no less than the rediscovery of their race's ancient glory, the Hytori mages viewed their own offspring as the perfect template for their research. Teaching them Scrivening before they could write in Mythrasi or Common, they thought nothing untoward when their first Rune was placed upon them. Though not loving in any conventional sense, their parents did nonetheless care for their wellbeing, and granted them Negation in order to endure the dangers that lurked within Slipspace and the more mundane world. They were twelve years old.
Once a sprightly child, their first Threshold Sickness left them quiet and demure, an outcome that their parents considered an unexpected benefit. Focused now almost solely upon their studies, they were given the Rune of Traversion itself two years later. Despite the dangers inherent in such an Initation, they had not one but two seasoned Traversers ready and willing to guide their soul back to their body after being exposed to the light of Aetherium. Taught the basics of their trade and how to further advance their skills, they were deemed independent enough and at the age of eighteen, after having secured employment as a Scrivener, they watched their parents vanish into Slipspace to continue with their own research. Though the pair promised to return at regular intervals, by and large Avamande was left on their lonesome to do as they wished so long as they continued the path charted out for them.