Sævar
Name: Sævar
Race: Sev'ryn
Date of Birth: 697 Vhalar 21st
Languages Spoken:
Conversational = Common
(Sævar didn't learn to speak so well until he was an adult. As such he's only conversational in Common, and doesn't know any other languages.)
Appearance
Wearing a messy beard of ashen blonde, he's mostly unremarkable. Scruffy in appearance, and bearing the embla of a fox under his eyes, trailing down into four points beside his cheekbones. He stands at around 5'7", with a light and lean build.
He tends to wear the skins of his kills, fashioned into crude clothing. Otherwise wearing rags that were scavenged from unfortunates foolish enough to venture into Myrkvior without paying the proper respect.
His complexion is pale. His eyes are dark gray.
Background
Parentage (TW: Childbirth issues)
Sævar's mother was an aesir druid, who had an affair with someone important in Melrath society, atlhough she kept the secret of her pregnancy from him after their relationship ended. In the subsequent months, his mother Vitrea, took to wandering the woods more and more often. She communed with the spirits often in her time and duties as a druid, and came to know the Children of Dusk, the part flesh part spirit servants of Myrkvior. Always respectful of the spirits in her time, she was a dutiful servant to the Induk, and came to earn her favor.
When the time came for her to give birth, she underwent the ordeal beneath the canopy of the Myrkvior Forest. However, it became apparent to her that something was wrong. She was giving breach birth. She called out to Myrkvior in desperation, to grant her salvation and also to that of her child. Myrkvior sent her servants, the Children of Dusk. However when they arrived, they were not merciful to the druid, but ripped her open, rescuing the child she had borne.
In a strange twist of fate, the Children of Dusk and Myrkvior herself brought this child up to the wilderness. Although Sævar only saw Myrkvior three times in his entire life, she was the closest thing to a mother figure he would know, apart from the Children of Dusk that raised him.
When the time came for her to give birth, she underwent the ordeal beneath the canopy of the Myrkvior Forest. However, it became apparent to her that something was wrong. She was giving breach birth. She called out to Myrkvior in desperation, to grant her salvation and also to that of her child. Myrkvior sent her servants, the Children of Dusk. However when they arrived, they were not merciful to the druid, but ripped her open, rescuing the child she had borne.
In a strange twist of fate, the Children of Dusk and Myrkvior herself brought this child up to the wilderness. Although Sævar only saw Myrkvior three times in his entire life, she was the closest thing to a mother figure he would know, apart from the Children of Dusk that raised him.
Early Childhood
His childhood was odd, punctuated by strangeness as he was raised by those alien Children of Dusk. He did learn a few words, in spite of their lack of talent for language. Mostly for the purposes of commuicating needs. Otherwise, he learned to survive in the forest as well as any ranger. When he came of adolescence, Myrkvior appeared before him, and taught him the ways of hunting with bow and knife. he came to think of her as his mother.
Adolescence
Sævar's adolescence was spent mostly in pursuit of worldly prey. He was taught and trained not to take the lives of any young creatures, but prey upon the older specimens. Aging creatures, or those stags and harts that grew too many points in their antlers. In time, they dubbed him Longtooth, for his strict adherence to this commandment.
When he came of age, Myrkvior instructed her children to mark him with an Embla, and oversaw the process. It was a great honor to be so marked by the instruction of an Induk.
When he came of age, Myrkvior instructed her children to mark him with an Embla, and oversaw the process. It was a great honor to be so marked by the instruction of an Induk.
Early Adulthood
The time came soon for Sævar to make his own way in the world. Like any good mother grendel, Myrkvior cast him out of the safety of her protection, but not before giving him a clue on his search for a familiar. She sat with him, and fed him strange herbs that gave him visions and waking dreams, through which he was able to commune with an ancestral Sev'ryn sprit.
From there, after the vision quest he awoke on the outskirts of the Myrkvior. Having never tasted the soil outside of the woodland where he spent his childhood, he felt disoriented, when he came upon a path blazed by civilized man. Eventually this path led him to the children of Myrkvior, who took him for a ranger, and thus detained him for fear that he'd give away their position.
They interrogated him for a time, and when it became clear that he was not of the civilized world, but in fact a wild child raised to the Myrkvior, they looked on him with some reverence. Reverence tempered with apprehension, as he had a stronger bond with the Induk than perhaps even most of their members could claim.
Nevertheless, they took him in, and taught him more of the trappings of the common tongue so he could communicate well enough with them. In time, he became a competent survivalist and guide for their group, helping to facilitate their movements in and out of the Myrkvior.
Eventually, he was called to the fanatical call to expel outlanders, mages, and immortal worshippers from their lands. Understanding these things not to be of the spirit, he succumbed easily to this idealogy.
From there, after the vision quest he awoke on the outskirts of the Myrkvior. Having never tasted the soil outside of the woodland where he spent his childhood, he felt disoriented, when he came upon a path blazed by civilized man. Eventually this path led him to the children of Myrkvior, who took him for a ranger, and thus detained him for fear that he'd give away their position.
They interrogated him for a time, and when it became clear that he was not of the civilized world, but in fact a wild child raised to the Myrkvior, they looked on him with some reverence. Reverence tempered with apprehension, as he had a stronger bond with the Induk than perhaps even most of their members could claim.
Nevertheless, they took him in, and taught him more of the trappings of the common tongue so he could communicate well enough with them. In time, he became a competent survivalist and guide for their group, helping to facilitate their movements in and out of the Myrkvior.
Eventually, he was called to the fanatical call to expel outlanders, mages, and immortal worshippers from their lands. Understanding these things not to be of the spirit, he succumbed easily to this idealogy.
Present Day
He hunts monsters and invaders for the Kin of Myrkvior, a faction of anti-immortal, anti-mage, and anti-outlander fanatics, who hold Myrkvior in the highest esteem. It has been arcs since he saw and communed with Myrkvior, and he fears he has strayed from her intended path at times.
Spirit Familiar
Illur's Story
He was treated to visions both terrible and terrifying. Of the forest in flames, from storming lightning and volcanic fire from the earth. He saw the Children of the Dusk, his childhood companions, driven from the forest in their multitudes and hunted down by those bearing the marks of Immortal corruption and magical corruption.
Yet, through this vision, a spirit coalesced from the orange flames of this great conflagration. It was a fox, bearing its summer and autumn coat of orange white and black. It guided him through the fire, to the center, where he took aim with his bow and pierced the heart of corruption. Then the vision ended, and he was left lying on the forest floor, having wandered in his daze to the outskirts of the Myrkvior. There, he followed the path treaded by his spiritual familiar, bid to follow it. At the end, he met Myrkvior's Kin, the cult to the Induk of the forest. The rest is in his history.
