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Effervescent

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Lore Kalvisi



The Distant
"And who are we but all deserving?"



GENERAL

Name: Lore Kalvisi
Pronunciation: Lohr Kal-vee-SEE
Species: Sylphaer
Date of Birth: Thunderwind
Zodiac: The Gryphon
Age: 231
Place of Birth: The Skies above Aurora


"Life is full of unexplained mysteries. One must have the courage to risk it all for a chance to solve just one."



APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style/Length: Mid-length; curly
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 186 lbs
Body Type: lythe/athletic
Body Modifications/Accessories: Black wings


Written Appearance: A face full of thought and expression, yet none to give to the world around him. There is a grace in his build with body and winged expanse. His feathers are of a deep pitch as black as the night and stricken with the faintest hue of indigo to match if the light catches it just right. Despite his scholarly nature, he keeps himself active in his martial training to prepare himself to Walk the Path of Guidance and whatever may come. There is a glitter in his blue eyes only given with interest where otherwise would appear a lidded apathy. Raven hair falls back in threats of curls that only toss about to a mess with the wind as he flies.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits:
  • Curious – he has a desire to learn all he can even if detached on a personal level.
  • Contemplative – he thinks upon any subject, and then thinks some more. Most of his time is thinking. He may even forget to speak his mind.
  • Stoic – partially due to his thoughtful mind, he is also a rather serious fellow.
  • Introspective – he thinks of himself a lot, but not in a vain awareness, but more in his life and his impact.
Strengths:
  • Knowledgeable
  • Honest
  • Intelligent
Weaknesses:
  • Detatched
  • Inexperienced
  • Self-absorbed
Quirks: He hates it if he can feel his feathers dragging the floor. He also really enjoys anything with fruit on it.

MBPT: INTP

D&D Alignment: Lawful Neutral


DETAILS

Inventory:
  • Sword
  • Preening Butter (for grooming his feathers)
  • Blanket roll
  • Rope

Occupation: Scholar/swordsman


Education: MUCH


Character Arcs/Plots:
  • The Search for the magic of friendship!
  • The change from distant to empathetic.
  • Platonic/romantic relationships.
  • Anything with moral conflicts.
  • Divination anyone?


RELATIONS

Social
  • List and detail relation


Familial
  • List and detail relation


ARMAMENTS

Magic Tier(s): High Elements


Attuned Element(s): Divination and Transmutation


Fleuntia: Luna


Main Weapon: A sword of white steel


Secondary Weapon: Bladed shoes

HISTORY


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His name was given to him for the history he would bear witness and recount. Before his conception a task was already placed upon him divined by a sylphaer who would eventually become his mentor and tutor. Lore was a natural scholar, soaking up information and retaining it all with near perfect clarity. He was destined to become the epitome of his own kind; to carry out the tradition and legacy of keeping, maintaining, and documenting the history of the world.

But Lore carried no desires to venture out and Walk the Path of Guidance. He preferred reading about the world and cared little to explore it with his own eyes. It was coming upon his coming of age, and he avoided his parents fervently as he delved further into activities and divination. Visions, no matter what he did, always led him away from home to the lands he had only ever read about. A shallow dread overcame him until there was no running from his destiny. He knew he could not change fate.

And so, despite his quiet protests and clever avoidances, he trained and practiced his magic. Divination and Transmutation were his attunements, though he often felt he could live without seeing possible futures. Ritualistically scrying the future had always been a frustrating affair, and he was not at all good at understanding what he saw until the future unfolded before his eyes in life. To that, he often finds little point in the ritual. And to that as well, his tutor mostly beat the ritual into his skull every session. His divination was more naturally tapped through his dreams.

And perhaps it was this that caused him to be so reluctant to press on. The possible futures he would see were sometimes happy, and he saw himself enjoying the company of strangers and living a life outside of his home. But in other visions he would see death and turmoil that clung bitterly to his pallate.

Inevitably, Lore would find himself dutiful, and he would Walk the Path of Guidance as it was his destiny.



WRITING SAMPLE

“You know you are next in line to come of age.”

Lore looked over at his father as he spoke, though did not comment on the matter. For the past year he had been reminded by so many he was due to come of age and make his own place in the sky. His fingers brushed along the cloud brick that comprised the interior of his father’s home. Even within the architecture was aesthetically pleasing in its intricacies. The standards where high and the bar set, and even in this grand prospect he was still unsure of what was to be expected of him. He knew what was to come, and he dreaded it.

“You also need to begin to Walk the Path of Guidance,” his father continued. Lore frowned at that, his eyes rolling at the tradition which set his father’s jaw.

“What would I learn that is not already documented?” Lore challenged. He only did so for selfish reasons. Leaving his own kind meant willing isolation among people who would not understand or care.

“It is perhaps one of the most important ventures of your lifetime,” his father continued, his tone now more cold and severe. “We had hoped you would journey and take this walk on your own. This is something you must do, Lore. It is time you learn of the surface dwellers face to face. Experience a life outside your own.”

He wanted to protest, but at this point it was clear this was not a debate. Disappointment ran through him, but he nodded both in understanding and agreement. “I will do so,” Lore said.

And so it was set that his days would become less regimented and scheduled. For over two hundred years he knew the ins and outs of his life from studies to practices in the art of combat and magic. He set out from the third tier balcony to fly to his teacher’s own sky castle just across the way. Dark wings beat against the cold air and rushed among the clouds until he fluttered upon the balcony of Davant Geor who walked out into the open.

“This was purely happenstance,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I had no idea you were coming. Just here to water my little potted plants. What do you want today, Lore?”

“I am to Walk the Path of Guidance,” he explained.

“About time you got off your lazy ass,” she muttered.

“I wanted to divine with you one last time before I left,” Lore continued as he brushed away her comment. His furrowed brow still lingered to show his displeasure in her opinions, but she did not seem to care how her words affected him.

“You don't need me to hold your hand anymore,” she said as she tilted her watering can along her flower beds. Lore pursed his thin lips and shook his head somewhat in a thought. Did they not wish to be a part of his life until he proved himself more like his kin? He did not understand their shift in demeanor towards him as of late, and it was beginning to become abrasive.

“Then may I use your materials?” Lore asked. Davant sighed and set her watering can down.

“Fine, fine,” she said with a huff. It made Lore’s stomach churn to see his teacher in such a state against him, but he followed her into her estate without commentary. She never did like to let someone else use her supplies unsupervised. Perhaps he was being a tad manipulative in that regard.

It was perhaps the last time he would have to spend with his long-time teacher for a few years. While his kind lived long lives, he found that even a year in passing was still quite slow, and he knew he would find himself eventually homesick for his scheduled norm. Adventure awaited him in less than a day, and even with this small gesture he felt a rising eagerness to get it all over with so he return to a comfortable life among his own kind.


 
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