Civen
AGE:
23
GENDER:
Male
SPECIES:
Half-elf
APPEARANCE:
Of average height and not likely to grow more than a few more inches, Civen is more leg than torso--barely. Though thin, his body is fit and lightly tanned due to time spent in the sun. While no scars can be seen on his face, he does sport the odd few here and there; hands, arms, and one long scratch-thin mark up his side, all products of helping in his family's work. He often dresses sensibly, with comfortable walking boots and close fitting pants and shirts. His clothes are usually worn, and while they don't need patching yet, they look like they might start to go a little threadbare soon.
Mousy brown hair tops this man's head, usually styled in some way so that it doesn't just hang limp. Cultivated sideburns grow just to the jaw, and eyebrows seemingly shaped to perfection match. Even the freckles dusting across Civen's nose are the same color, but that's where the brown ends. Intelligent, curious eyes, healer green with a touch of blue, are a trait he would swear were passed down from his elven ancestry. He has a fine, straight nose, a delicately pointed chin, and cheekbones you could cut a diamond on...which seems to have something to do with the very slightly sunken cheeks. Perhaps if he ate more, he would look a little more fleshed out.
Though far from perfect in appearance, Civen feels he has nothing to feel bad about, even if he is not particularly vain. Not one for excessive personal ornamentation, he does not often wear jewelry or anything that may catch the eye. Brooches, necklaces, and the like are beyond him, though he does like to sport simple rings in his ears, depending on the day and his mood.
PERSONALITY:
Civen is sass incarnate, quick with comebacks and comments and not afraid of sharing his thoughts. Where once he was a nervous man, keeping to himself and his anxieties, he has since managed to grow in confidence. He no longer hesitates to talk to others, and at times will even over-step boundaries and push his way into conversations just to get a quick word in. He has a tendency to argue with others, but not to be a pain: mostly, he just enjoys the back-and-forth of good banter.
Though he still struggles with anxiety and a bad temper, Civen is good at keeping these under wraps. If he gets too mad he leaves a situation; the same goes for being nervous. He does not like to share these things with anyone except perhaps Winny, who knows him better than anyone else could. He often puts on a very happy face, ornery and witty and full of banter but never down, just because he doesn't want to show people that side of himself.
All things considered, he is a fairly laid-back guy. For someone with insecurities and anxieties all over, he is fairly relaxed. He has a passion for dragons of all kinds, as well as small animals, though when it comes to any kind of bond he feels only dragons are good enough.
SKILLS:
Hand-to-Hand: Civen is pretty good at hand-to-hand combat, as well as using knives and daggers. It's something he taught himself to pass the time on the farm, and to help protect the farm from anyone who might try to trespass. Guns? What are those?
Animal Husbandry: Growing up on even a potato farm gave Civen a love and understanding for animals that isn't always present in others. He seems to have a certain empathy for them, and is kind to animals of all kinds, even those he does not care for.
HISTORY:
About twenty-three years ago, a potato farmer's only daughter (who was consequently very attracted to elves) had a passionate tryst with an elvish man from the nearby forest. It was a grand forest, and the farm was on the edge of this grand forest; there were lots of tales of ettins and other such unseemly, violent creatures lurking in their depths, so the elves who lived deeper into the wood formed an agreement with the humans that they would patrol their borders and their roads to make sure nothing reached the small human settlement. In return, the humans were happy to sell them their crops and crafts. This was how Civen's parents met.
Civen was born first, five years before any of his other siblings. It was a scandal within the family that the only child of the farmer, the only one eligible to inherit the farm someday, would have a baby out of wedlock-- and not even with another human! After all, when arranging marriages, families wanted chaste brides. That didn't really stop Civen and Winny's mother. She had another heated tryst (she probably had a few more that just didn't happen to produce any other children) with the same elf, for it was a long-lasting affair, and when she got pregnant this time she was threatened with the purchase of a chastity belt.
As soon as Winny had been weaned, a marriage was finally arranged for their mother under the condition that Civen and Winny were not to be advertised as her children. They were relatives, cousins, whose parents had died in a terrible fire. They had no place else to go, so the farmer and his daughter (his wife had died decades earlier) took them in. It was fortunate that the new husband of the daughter was not all too bright and possessing of a big heart, because he more or less adopted them himself. After that, Civen and Winny's mother finally settled down and had a half-dozen more children with her human husband, none of whom were especially smart but all of whom were diligent workers. The farm's future secured, Civen and Winny's grandfather retired happily.
Civen himself was prone to getting scrapes and cuts when playing outside, but nothing like his younger sister. He took to looking after her whenever needed, she being his favorite sibling; they shared full blood, after all, and besides she was his little sister. She was vastly important to him, probably more than any of their other family, and she was easily his best friend. When she fell out of a tree, he was the one to look after her.
Civen took care of her while she healed, the doctor's prediction for her future dim. She would probably never walk without a limp, if she ever walked again at all. Civen helped in any way he could, and they only remained close as siblings because of it. Due to her influence, he became rather skilled at riding horses himself, though he had no great love for the beasts like Winny did. Still, he dreamed that someday, life would provide them with something more than just a potato farm and pretending they weren't their mother's children.
That day came sooner than later. Civen was on a walk through the woods with his sister one fateful evening when the forest started looking a bit unfamiliar, and when they came out roughly where they went in, or thought they had, they were not anywhere remotely close to Kansas anymore.
FUTURE:
Civen's real dream is to bond to as many wyverns and dragons as possible. He also wants faedragons, hummgriffs, and maybe even a unicorn. He doesn't have any dreams outside of what he wants to bond to, but maybe in the future he will come up with something?
23
GENDER:
Male
SPECIES:
Half-elf
APPEARANCE:
Of average height and not likely to grow more than a few more inches, Civen is more leg than torso--barely. Though thin, his body is fit and lightly tanned due to time spent in the sun. While no scars can be seen on his face, he does sport the odd few here and there; hands, arms, and one long scratch-thin mark up his side, all products of helping in his family's work. He often dresses sensibly, with comfortable walking boots and close fitting pants and shirts. His clothes are usually worn, and while they don't need patching yet, they look like they might start to go a little threadbare soon.
Mousy brown hair tops this man's head, usually styled in some way so that it doesn't just hang limp. Cultivated sideburns grow just to the jaw, and eyebrows seemingly shaped to perfection match. Even the freckles dusting across Civen's nose are the same color, but that's where the brown ends. Intelligent, curious eyes, healer green with a touch of blue, are a trait he would swear were passed down from his elven ancestry. He has a fine, straight nose, a delicately pointed chin, and cheekbones you could cut a diamond on...which seems to have something to do with the very slightly sunken cheeks. Perhaps if he ate more, he would look a little more fleshed out.
Though far from perfect in appearance, Civen feels he has nothing to feel bad about, even if he is not particularly vain. Not one for excessive personal ornamentation, he does not often wear jewelry or anything that may catch the eye. Brooches, necklaces, and the like are beyond him, though he does like to sport simple rings in his ears, depending on the day and his mood.
PERSONALITY:
Civen is sass incarnate, quick with comebacks and comments and not afraid of sharing his thoughts. Where once he was a nervous man, keeping to himself and his anxieties, he has since managed to grow in confidence. He no longer hesitates to talk to others, and at times will even over-step boundaries and push his way into conversations just to get a quick word in. He has a tendency to argue with others, but not to be a pain: mostly, he just enjoys the back-and-forth of good banter.
Though he still struggles with anxiety and a bad temper, Civen is good at keeping these under wraps. If he gets too mad he leaves a situation; the same goes for being nervous. He does not like to share these things with anyone except perhaps Winny, who knows him better than anyone else could. He often puts on a very happy face, ornery and witty and full of banter but never down, just because he doesn't want to show people that side of himself.
All things considered, he is a fairly laid-back guy. For someone with insecurities and anxieties all over, he is fairly relaxed. He has a passion for dragons of all kinds, as well as small animals, though when it comes to any kind of bond he feels only dragons are good enough.
SKILLS:
Hand-to-Hand: Civen is pretty good at hand-to-hand combat, as well as using knives and daggers. It's something he taught himself to pass the time on the farm, and to help protect the farm from anyone who might try to trespass. Guns? What are those?
Animal Husbandry: Growing up on even a potato farm gave Civen a love and understanding for animals that isn't always present in others. He seems to have a certain empathy for them, and is kind to animals of all kinds, even those he does not care for.
HISTORY:
About twenty-three years ago, a potato farmer's only daughter (who was consequently very attracted to elves) had a passionate tryst with an elvish man from the nearby forest. It was a grand forest, and the farm was on the edge of this grand forest; there were lots of tales of ettins and other such unseemly, violent creatures lurking in their depths, so the elves who lived deeper into the wood formed an agreement with the humans that they would patrol their borders and their roads to make sure nothing reached the small human settlement. In return, the humans were happy to sell them their crops and crafts. This was how Civen's parents met.
Civen was born first, five years before any of his other siblings. It was a scandal within the family that the only child of the farmer, the only one eligible to inherit the farm someday, would have a baby out of wedlock-- and not even with another human! After all, when arranging marriages, families wanted chaste brides. That didn't really stop Civen and Winny's mother. She had another heated tryst (she probably had a few more that just didn't happen to produce any other children) with the same elf, for it was a long-lasting affair, and when she got pregnant this time she was threatened with the purchase of a chastity belt.
As soon as Winny had been weaned, a marriage was finally arranged for their mother under the condition that Civen and Winny were not to be advertised as her children. They were relatives, cousins, whose parents had died in a terrible fire. They had no place else to go, so the farmer and his daughter (his wife had died decades earlier) took them in. It was fortunate that the new husband of the daughter was not all too bright and possessing of a big heart, because he more or less adopted them himself. After that, Civen and Winny's mother finally settled down and had a half-dozen more children with her human husband, none of whom were especially smart but all of whom were diligent workers. The farm's future secured, Civen and Winny's grandfather retired happily.
Civen himself was prone to getting scrapes and cuts when playing outside, but nothing like his younger sister. He took to looking after her whenever needed, she being his favorite sibling; they shared full blood, after all, and besides she was his little sister. She was vastly important to him, probably more than any of their other family, and she was easily his best friend. When she fell out of a tree, he was the one to look after her.
Civen took care of her while she healed, the doctor's prediction for her future dim. She would probably never walk without a limp, if she ever walked again at all. Civen helped in any way he could, and they only remained close as siblings because of it. Due to her influence, he became rather skilled at riding horses himself, though he had no great love for the beasts like Winny did. Still, he dreamed that someday, life would provide them with something more than just a potato farm and pretending they weren't their mother's children.
That day came sooner than later. Civen was on a walk through the woods with his sister one fateful evening when the forest started looking a bit unfamiliar, and when they came out roughly where they went in, or thought they had, they were not anywhere remotely close to Kansas anymore.
FUTURE:
Civen's real dream is to bond to as many wyverns and dragons as possible. He also wants faedragons, hummgriffs, and maybe even a unicorn. He doesn't have any dreams outside of what he wants to bond to, but maybe in the future he will come up with something?
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