'''Name:''' Tavian Augustinian
'''Age:''' 24
'''Race:''' galdori
'''Place of Origin:''' Vienda

!!!Backstory:
Tavian grew up in a lush and comfortable home in Vienda with two very stuffy parents. His mother and father ran a manner's school, and to say the least, Tavian grew up knowing what fork and spoon went where, what to say at the right times, and when to give people cold smiles to make them feel inferior.

He really hated it.

He felt there had to be more to being a galdori than fancy wines and ridiculously strict manners. He watched his family push around passives and hold their heads above humans, and though he couldn't see the difference between humans and galdori, he was just too lazy to hold his long nose that high.

Tavian found that he enjoyed rummaging around his parent's large manor, and seeing as his parents spent little to no attention on him, he didn't mind venturing alone. wandering into the kitchen, a passive servant dropped a dish. A piece of glass flew and stuck into Tav's leg. Though the passive servant feared for her place in the home, Tavian was fascinated by his wound. It wasn't serious, and the way the warm blood poured fascinated him. The torn flesh, the blood, the point. Magnificent.
He broke a vase in the house and said it was his own fault with the injury to spare the passive, but collected numerous sharp shards for himself.
Sharp objects became an obsession, and throughout the rest of his childhood he could collect stones and sharpen them if nothing broke in his home.

He was sent to Brunnhold for a number of years, and there accumulated most of his knives. Remembering most of his accuracy in throwing pebbles on lakes, he decided to throw his knives. He spent more time focusing on mastering blade throwing than he did on his magic, and any monite training he had went into helping his accuracy in his art.

Bored with the elite and arrogant attitudes of his peers, Tavian packed his bags, strapped his holsters onto his chest and hips, and walked out of the academy a five years ago; Never to go back to Brunnhold or contact his family again.



!!!Personality:
Snarky and biting like the blades he wields, Tavian has never been afraid of being blunt and honest. He does not mind being alone, but he does enjoy good company, especially company to drink with. He carries himself well and usually has stony or cold expressions, due to years of mannerism beaten into him. He loves to watch himself to make his 'performances' with his knives the best they can be. He loves to pose dramatically and make flourishes with his arms before throwing a knife. With the rich way he dresses and keeps up his appearances, he gives a haughty attitude, and has a love of the dramatic.

!!!Physical Description:
Tavian is around 5'8 and is very lithe and lean. He has high cheek bones and a pointed chin to match his long, pointed nose. His green, almond shaped eyes are fairly narrow, and make him appear catty. His red hair is always trimmed and sculpted to fit on his face with a small snippit of facial hair under his lip. He has long, elegant fingers and freckles spotted on his face from the fair skin exposed to sunlight. Exposure to the sun has given him a farmer's tan.

On his arms are cuts and scars from testing the sharpness of his knives, but long sleeves generally cover this.
He prefers to wear his clothing fairly tight to him, save for his baggy shirts and ascots. He enjoys being clean and well kept, and reflects this.


!!!Inventory:

Weapons:
*Multiple knives of various sizes, many smaller ones to be thrown.


Clothing:
*Three long white tunics with cuffs at the arm, making the sleeves pucker
*A lush red coat to the knees
*A green vest with yellow embroidery
*Two pairs of black pants
* Black boots to the knees
*Black loafers
*Various ascots to tie around his neck

Stuff:
*A black belt like holster on his waist that holds knives.
*A black holster that runs in a criss cross over his chest, knives are kept there as well.
*Whetstone and Leather strap: the whetstone is separate from the strap, then the strap has canvas on one side and leather on the other.
*Small package of bandages.
*Leather bound book, quill, and a bottle of ink
*A tiny, decorative box, easily carried, that can hold small trinkets
*Large traveling satchel

!!!Career

Knife Thrower
*Flawless accuracy
*Nimble fingers
*Good arm
*Good eye
*Juggling
*Balancing Blades
*Magical control

Performer:
*Booming voice
*Silver tongue
*Melodramatic
*Finish with a Flourish

Snarky Bastard:
*Quips
*Cold shoulder
*Holier than thou gaze
*Bitter formality

!!!Goals
His goals are to make a living doing what he does best, and living off of his snide personality. He believes he can be in the public eye doing something seemingly unhonorable and 'useless' and be well known for it. In his own snarky sense, he wants to easily attain fame doing something unbefitting of a galdori.
He also wants to escape from the stressful rules and regulations of the lush life and beat his own path outside of others expectations for him. He wants the time and tests to prove that he is his own person, and not the status of his race or class.

I like this guy. I know he's supposed to be a little jerky but I like that about him. I'm looking forward to seeing him in play!

Sweet, another "don't put me in a box" kinda character. I've got a soft spot for those. Plus, a rebellious galdor should be ... interesting indeed.

Oh dear, another performer. Now I have to make one.

Got somethin' against devilishly handsome performers?!

Nope, in fact they make everything more interesting!

Everything looks tip-top! You're approved, have fun posting.

(By the way - newcomer, or returning player?)

Returning player, Vala. :]