Name: Victarion Varus
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Avian
Persuasion: Swords
Element: Wind
Zodiac sign: Sagittarius
Appearance:
Somewhat enforcing an Avian stereotype, Victarion is tall even compared to other Avivans. Along with his rather intricately designed cloak that covers him. These two together generally create an intimidating shadowy figure. His smiles are warm, betraying the rest of his features
His eyes are cold and sharp with an icy blue colour. Giving off an unwelcoming vibe.
The feathers on the top of his head have an unusual strong Sapphire tint.
Victarion has a thin scar along his right eye.
Weapons/other combat abilities:
-Wind Enchanted Scimitar (The sword itself creates cutting wind slashes)
-Spell that sucks air out of target (Requires prolonged physical contact) - ((Can this just be done with Raw Magic?)
-Flight and Claws (Avians all up in your grill yo)
-Skilled with Raw Wind Magic
-Extremely Agile
Bio:
Victarion always felt like there was something missing. Something inside him. Inside his soul. There was a voice telling him to go out there and learn. To know the secrets of the world. Victarion himself felt like there was something missing from himself. A small part of him that never had to chance to keep.
He never felt like he was apart of his clan. Every person, every connection, every relationship he had felt...unsatisfactory. It hurt him. People thinking that he had an inability to empathise with people. This sense of un-trust from others had driven him across the lands in search of an answer on what the meaning of the soul is. To find a purpose in life.
He had found a particular interest in the Gods. Such as Eterna, who in the eyes of Victarion has found something. As they seem to have a complete lack of interest in outside matters. Never have they needed to search. A dream in Varus' eyes.
Much to the foretelling of the people he grew up with. Victarion finds little difficulty in the moral sense of hurting people who he decides deserve it. He does not think too much of taking lost things. In simplicity, Victaraion is a scavenger of the lands. Whether it be carriage leftovers from a bandit attack or other objects and items that from his view were left by people who can no longer use them.
He has travelled among numerous towns learning what he can, what he felt interested him. Floating around with almost no actual meaning.
He looks upon people he views as lacking in the intelligence sector with pity. The same with Hybrids, as he sees them as never having a chance to fully experience life.
Varus can come off as cruel or uncaring to others. And it often seems he is more bothered by people then happy with them. The fact that sometimes he finds amusement in the worst of situations often leads to the appearance of a heartless man. (When in all honesty, he just finds humour in strange places)
He is vaguely curious in most things he finds in his travelling, and almost seems to view strangers as puzzles rather then actual people at first.
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Woopie woo, that should be it. Please tell me of anything I need to fix obviously. I need to go sleep, the sun's coming up. There's probably something that I messed up.
Let's hope I don't wake up and see a horrific mess through sober eyes.
(You know, spending three hours just looking at mom-swap fanart doesn't help the amount of sleep I get)
Even if it's super adorable.