Name: Fane Cauthrin
Age:21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Persuasion: Cups
Element: Air
Zodiac sign: Aries
Appearance: There has always been a touch of wildness to the Cauthrin family, making their living out in the woods as they do, and this has bled into Fane as well in the way he carries himself. His movements sharp and jittery, full of too much energy to stay in one place for too long. His curly red hair is always a bit of a mess, despite regular brushing, untamable, breaking free from whatever tie he attempts to secure it with. Its gotten to the point where he doesn't bother anymore, content to leave it where it lies. Even if sometimes it gets in the way, which is such a shame because his green eyes are really quite lovely, a family trait. Along with pale skin covered in freckles. He'd perhaps be a rather intimidating figure, if not for his height. He's undeniably short, shortest in his family even. Which helps in his line of work, but has always been a bit of a sticking point for the young man.
Weapons/other combat abilities:
Hunter's Bow: Old and familiar, expertly carved from a yew tree. Its been re-stringed a few times over the years, but its balance is exquisite, and its arrows fly true and straight. Fane is an expert marksman, though he's never had any formal training. All he knows, he's learned on the fly, improvised in his line of work.
Windshot: A trick he's used on a few occasions, forming a sphere of densely packed wind, roughly basketball sized, he can fire off into a straight line. Not great for damage, but its effective at knocking things down, or people out of the way. They may end up scraped and scratched from the fall, but alive and mostly unharmed.
Wind walk: When in need to move faster, faster than he should be capable of, Fane has the ability to bend the air around himself or others to push against their backs. This decreases air resistance, letting them move faster, with added boost to each stride.
Bio: Fane's family has, for many generations, lived out their days in the dense forests of Altera in a small, secluded community of hunters. Generally, they hunt for provisions, meats and furs and things they need. Other times, those more magically inclined will hire the community to procure rare artifacts from monsters and the like. When there's a surplus, of funds or furs, the community trades with other villages for wheat, rice, easy to keep veggies and fruits. And so the village lives on, despite its isolationist stance on outsiders.
Fane is the youngest of two children born to a group of respected hunters among the community, though the only boy to be born. As such, he was the one taken out to learn to hunt, how to track animals. How to restring a bow, shoot an arrow. Everything that he'd need to become a great hunter. However when Fane was just a boy, just seven years of age, his father, his mentor, was tragically killed on a dangerous hunt, leaving his training incomplete. His mother did her best to pass on what skills she knew, but her attention was divided between both her children, and with Thalis showing a great deal of strength in magic, how could she spend the time training her son?
So the boy was left on his own much of the time, practicing by himself, shooting at targets, small animals. Honing the skills his father managed to teach him before his passing. It was in these moments, left on his own, that Fane began experimenting with his own magic. He'd always had an affinity for wind, able to make a gentle breeze, if he really thought about it. Maybe he could show he was more useful, or deserved to be trained just as much. After all, he had magic too. But Thalis had years more practice than him, and while he made some great strides, he never quite caught up to her.
One day, a pair of mages from Ibelea came to their village looking to hire an accomplished group to procure a specific artifact for them. They took notice of Thalis, called her a savant, offered to sponsor her education through the school of magic. Their mother instantly agreed, and within a month of his thirteenth birthday, the three of them had moved to the city. Fane hated the crowds, the noise, how unfamiliar everything was. He spent much of his time sneaking out of the city, returning to the nearby forests. Because when he was home, he was fighting with his family. He resented them for taking him away from everything he knew, blamed them for his current unhappiness.
It got to the point where he lashed out at his sister, and only her magic saved her. It was decided that it would be better for everyone if he lived away from them for a time, despite being just sixteen years old. He was given a small stipend, set up in a small shack down in Atvance. He spent that time trying to find a way to make a living, ending up a supplier of meat and fur. And that's how he's made his way in the world, sending letters to his family in Ibelea every few months or so. It's a lonely existence, but Fane isn't sure he could ever leave his mother and sister behind and return to his village in the woods.
