Svend
"Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception."
[/center]Appearance
"I don't mean to leave this world without scars and stories."
Full Name: Svend
Aliases: Scav
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24, Born 6th of Zi'da, 692nd Arc
Height: 6 feet 4 inches
Weight: 200 lbs
Origin: Etzos
Religion: Various
Blessings: None
Location: Eastern Settlements, Rynmere
Profession: Scavenger, Trapper, Wilderness Guide
Factions Joined: N/A
Likes: Money, Mead, Music
Dislikes: Magic, City life, Sheor
Merits:
Flaws:
Languages: Common - Fluent, Xanevic - Broken
Aliases: Scav
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24, Born 6th of Zi'da, 692nd Arc
Height: 6 feet 4 inches
Weight: 200 lbs
Origin: Etzos
Religion: Various
Blessings: None
Location: Eastern Settlements, Rynmere
Profession: Scavenger, Trapper, Wilderness Guide
Factions Joined: N/A
Likes: Money, Mead, Music
Dislikes: Magic, City life, Sheor
Merits:
Flaws:
Languages: Common - Fluent, Xanevic - Broken
There's a certain wild carefree look to the man's eyes. Whilst he bears the scars and grungy look of a man whose been through the ringer, his eyes maintain a sort of brightness that keeps him above it all. Not naivety, but something like hope but more nefarious. Ambition perhaps. Tenacity. Life has certainly hit him with the low blows, and he bears the many tiny scars and the stringy look of it. His thinness is the sinewy sort that comes not from an unlucky season, but from the regular dance with starvation and malnutrition that has lasted a lifetime. He wears his brown hair loose and pushed back, often greasy from a few days without a wash. The beard he keeps relatively close to the jaw when he can be bothered to maintain it. Most of his grooming seems to be done by his own dagger.
His clothes are a mismatch of simple wool and fur all seemingly designed to be unremarkable. The functionality of his garb looks to be its' only virtue, but to those observant enough, its' ability to blend in with the drab mundanity of woods and city alley is appreciated. With a quick grin and a somewhat devious sense of humor, it often seems like the focus of Svend's attention is the butt of some joke, though he is the one who lives in a cave.
His clothes are a mismatch of simple wool and fur all seemingly designed to be unremarkable. The functionality of his garb looks to be its' only virtue, but to those observant enough, its' ability to blend in with the drab mundanity of woods and city alley is appreciated. With a quick grin and a somewhat devious sense of humor, it often seems like the focus of Svend's attention is the butt of some joke, though he is the one who lives in a cave.
Personality
Svend has had a hard life, though he's only spent a few arcs away from home. He deals with the lot he's been given with a sort of rueful cynicism that gives the man a toughness one wouldn't expect. Toughness defines Svend. He's got nearly nothing, he's been enslaved, and he's still alive and smiling. When life deals him a blow, Svend absorbs it and makes it a part of him. His trials define him. for this reason the man may seem a bit reckless, and in truth, he is. He'll shrug off danger at times when he shouldn't and take risks that another may never dream of.
He's not particularly loyal to family or country, having lost touch with both over the six arcs he has been adrift. Part of the man's struggle is a sense of self. He is lost in the world as much as in himself. Truthfully he is just waiting for a cause to latch onto...
He's not particularly loyal to family or country, having lost touch with both over the six arcs he has been adrift. Part of the man's struggle is a sense of self. He is lost in the world as much as in himself. Truthfully he is just waiting for a cause to latch onto...