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Dwarven Crow is probably more than a little weird, but I hope the bio works well enough for it.
Name: Vamaro d'Evaliste (born Vamaro Gavorn)
Sex: Male
Age: 57
Race: Dwarf
Origin: Antiva (Surface Dwarf), (Former) Antivan Crow
Appearance:
Biography:
They say surfacers lose the 'stone sense', their sweet, sensitive embrace with stone that allows them to find their way in the Deep. Born to the merchant surface dwarf Hogun Gavorn, Vamaro would say that he may have never even known this fabled stone sense. Hogun himself would confess that the stone sense had long been lost to him, and all he knew was the scent of gold, the aphrodisiac aroma of materialism.
The young Vamaro, unfortunately, never quite managed to acquire that one. And unfortunately, in Antiva, the gold sense seemingly because lost to Hogun as well. A plutocracy of merchant princes, unfortunately was a bit tricky an environment for an unfamiliar merchant to navigate. Hogun had quality goods, and he had the glib tongue to haggle with, but politics was not a strong suit. He was a Kalna, a surfacer who insisted on being treated with the respect due his former rank, which did not sit well with the other merchants.
So for all the silver his tongue was forged from, and all the delightful sheen of his wares, Hogun would come to know the bitter taste of famished failure. Such failure riled him, which in turn made him all the more abrasive. This would lead to his undoing when Hogun engaged in an underhanded bout of price warfare – setting his owns prices at such a low level that it would essentially force the rest of the market to follow suit. This would immediately elevate him from annoyance to potential disaster. An abrasive dwarf could be handled with the cold shoulder – an abrasive dwarf that was bad for business?
Well, that could be handled by the House of Crows.
Vamaro had been terribly young when Hogun met his end at the blade of a Talon. Still, he recalled how quickly he had ran. To him, his steps were as if thunder and lightning, stocky legs that had found the dexterity of wolves. The assassin admitted that he felt shame at how long it took for him to catch the young dwarf. Vamaro would blithely recall that mixture of shame and wonder as what ultimately decided the next chapter of his life.
As a Talon, the assassin had some degree of influence with the Antivan Crows. Remarkably amused, the assassin decided to take in the 'fastest dwarf in the known world'. Thusly, he thrust Vamaro into the nightmarish process of becoming a Crow. A jest, surely, as the Antivans historically utilized humans and elves. This jest, however, would become something else entirely, as Vamaro carved his way through every obstacle, even his peers.
Vamaro Gavorn became Vamaro d'Evaliste, Crow of Antiva.
Elves were often thought to have an advantage as Crows because of their appeal to humans. Vamaro had his own advantages. As a surface dwarf, humans oft assumed that Vamaro was a travelling merchant or smith – guises that he played to perfection. Perhaps even more importantly, was that Vamaro was impossibly fast for his race. Combined with the more readily expected Dwarven strength, he was formidable.
Still, a Crow had killed his father, and Vamaro simply could not abide by that. As such, he marked his departure from the organization with the hasty slaughter of two partners he had been assigned. This, of course, made him a man marked for death. Death which, now that Vamaro was utterly deprived of purpose, he was only too ready to accept.
Unfortunately, it would elude him for decades.
Thusly, we come to the tragedy of Vamaro d'Evaliste. A dwarf who was never graced by his birthright of the stone-sense, who lost his father, who found his only skills and purpose bestowed unto him by his father's murderers, and who betrayed them in turn. For all his prowess, he was without purpose, without esteem, without identity. An existence utterly without value.
Now far past his prime, Vamaro joins the expedition, hoping to find what he's lacked his entire life, or die trying.
Class and Specialization: Rogue – Tempest
Defining Strength: Whirling Dervish – uncommonly for an old dwarf, Vamaro is blessed with remarkable agility. Factor that alongside his facility with daggers, and doubtlessly suicidal reckless abandon, Vamaro is a force of nature unto himself.
Other Strengths:
Tempest – While dwarves are commonly known to have no aptitude for magic, Vamaro makes full use of the brews associated with the way of the Tempest. Frost or flame, Vamaro is as unpredictable as he is reckless, and a walking mass of collateral damage.
(Ex)Antivan Crow – having spent much of his life as either an assassin or a runaway from assassins, Vamaro can call upon professionally honed subtlety when reckless combat should be avoided. Particularly talented at playing the role of genial wandering merchant.
Greatest Weakness: Past his Prime – For all his training and innate talents, Vamaro's best years are behind him. He is no longer as fast or as strong as he used to be, and his vitality has been sapped twofold. Much of his life has been wasted for essentially no purpose at all, and this reflects on him both physically and mentally.
Other Weaknesses:
Suicidal – Extraordinarily reckless, he often chooses to engage in bouts that his diminished physical qualities can no longer hold up to.
Lone Wolf – Unused to working in groups, Vamaro is unskilled at interpersonal interactions, much less coordinating upon the fields of battle.
Name: Vamaro d'Evaliste (born Vamaro Gavorn)
Sex: Male
Age: 57
Race: Dwarf
Origin: Antiva (Surface Dwarf), (Former) Antivan Crow
Appearance:
Biography:
They say surfacers lose the 'stone sense', their sweet, sensitive embrace with stone that allows them to find their way in the Deep. Born to the merchant surface dwarf Hogun Gavorn, Vamaro would say that he may have never even known this fabled stone sense. Hogun himself would confess that the stone sense had long been lost to him, and all he knew was the scent of gold, the aphrodisiac aroma of materialism.
The young Vamaro, unfortunately, never quite managed to acquire that one. And unfortunately, in Antiva, the gold sense seemingly because lost to Hogun as well. A plutocracy of merchant princes, unfortunately was a bit tricky an environment for an unfamiliar merchant to navigate. Hogun had quality goods, and he had the glib tongue to haggle with, but politics was not a strong suit. He was a Kalna, a surfacer who insisted on being treated with the respect due his former rank, which did not sit well with the other merchants.
So for all the silver his tongue was forged from, and all the delightful sheen of his wares, Hogun would come to know the bitter taste of famished failure. Such failure riled him, which in turn made him all the more abrasive. This would lead to his undoing when Hogun engaged in an underhanded bout of price warfare – setting his owns prices at such a low level that it would essentially force the rest of the market to follow suit. This would immediately elevate him from annoyance to potential disaster. An abrasive dwarf could be handled with the cold shoulder – an abrasive dwarf that was bad for business?
Well, that could be handled by the House of Crows.
Vamaro had been terribly young when Hogun met his end at the blade of a Talon. Still, he recalled how quickly he had ran. To him, his steps were as if thunder and lightning, stocky legs that had found the dexterity of wolves. The assassin admitted that he felt shame at how long it took for him to catch the young dwarf. Vamaro would blithely recall that mixture of shame and wonder as what ultimately decided the next chapter of his life.
As a Talon, the assassin had some degree of influence with the Antivan Crows. Remarkably amused, the assassin decided to take in the 'fastest dwarf in the known world'. Thusly, he thrust Vamaro into the nightmarish process of becoming a Crow. A jest, surely, as the Antivans historically utilized humans and elves. This jest, however, would become something else entirely, as Vamaro carved his way through every obstacle, even his peers.
Vamaro Gavorn became Vamaro d'Evaliste, Crow of Antiva.
Elves were often thought to have an advantage as Crows because of their appeal to humans. Vamaro had his own advantages. As a surface dwarf, humans oft assumed that Vamaro was a travelling merchant or smith – guises that he played to perfection. Perhaps even more importantly, was that Vamaro was impossibly fast for his race. Combined with the more readily expected Dwarven strength, he was formidable.
Still, a Crow had killed his father, and Vamaro simply could not abide by that. As such, he marked his departure from the organization with the hasty slaughter of two partners he had been assigned. This, of course, made him a man marked for death. Death which, now that Vamaro was utterly deprived of purpose, he was only too ready to accept.
Unfortunately, it would elude him for decades.
Thusly, we come to the tragedy of Vamaro d'Evaliste. A dwarf who was never graced by his birthright of the stone-sense, who lost his father, who found his only skills and purpose bestowed unto him by his father's murderers, and who betrayed them in turn. For all his prowess, he was without purpose, without esteem, without identity. An existence utterly without value.
Now far past his prime, Vamaro joins the expedition, hoping to find what he's lacked his entire life, or die trying.
Class and Specialization: Rogue – Tempest
Defining Strength: Whirling Dervish – uncommonly for an old dwarf, Vamaro is blessed with remarkable agility. Factor that alongside his facility with daggers, and doubtlessly suicidal reckless abandon, Vamaro is a force of nature unto himself.
Other Strengths:
Tempest – While dwarves are commonly known to have no aptitude for magic, Vamaro makes full use of the brews associated with the way of the Tempest. Frost or flame, Vamaro is as unpredictable as he is reckless, and a walking mass of collateral damage.
(Ex)Antivan Crow – having spent much of his life as either an assassin or a runaway from assassins, Vamaro can call upon professionally honed subtlety when reckless combat should be avoided. Particularly talented at playing the role of genial wandering merchant.
Greatest Weakness: Past his Prime – For all his training and innate talents, Vamaro's best years are behind him. He is no longer as fast or as strong as he used to be, and his vitality has been sapped twofold. Much of his life has been wasted for essentially no purpose at all, and this reflects on him both physically and mentally.
Other Weaknesses:
Suicidal – Extraordinarily reckless, he often chooses to engage in bouts that his diminished physical qualities can no longer hold up to.
Lone Wolf – Unused to working in groups, Vamaro is unskilled at interpersonal interactions, much less coordinating upon the fields of battle.
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