'''Name:''' Viator Ohtil (Adalare Domitia Levent)
'''Age:''' 29
'''Race:''' Passive
'''Place of Origin:''' Dorhaven
!!!Backstory:
Adalare Levent was one of the two Levent children, a boy and a girl, fraternal twins. The boy, Crius Levent, was a healthy, wiry child with a mind for adventure and broad shoulders. This wouldn't have been a problem, however, the girl had all the same fixtures. She was dressed especially feminine to make up for this, however she and her brother did everything together; they were inseparable. They played, learned, and lived together, and while having skirts never particularly bothered her, she didn't much act like a girl anyway. One particular day in fall, after a long day of playing, Crius decided they should spy on their parents. What they found out was that soon they were going to go be tested for their magical aptitude. Swearing that they would still be best friends once they got to Brunnhold, they were content.
However, after the long journey to Brunnhold, each of the siblings walked out of the exam rooms with a completely different fate than they had expected. Crius scored an amazing 9.3 on the test, nigh unheard of power levels, and had known almost every answer on the knowledge portion of the examination. Adalare did equally well on the written exam... but had registered a 0 magically. Adalare Levent was a passive. As she was dragged one way down the hall by servants, she saw her parents embrace her brother and watched as he was led the other way. If only that had been the last time she had seen him, she might have lived quietly, just another servant amongst the throngs of galdor students. However, she did see him. Often. He had become a handsome, leading light amongst his class. She was a homely, masculine looking passive who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the ten years her brother attended school, Crius tried to keep her safe, tried to take care of her, but their relationship changed... warped into something darker. Adalare was left pining after a future she never got, breaking herself with brother who acted anything but fraternal, and learning to love the life she had. She mentored young passives on how to bend without breaking, how to bow without meaning.
Crius, however, had totally changed in her eyes. Becoming power obsessed and cruel, he came close to getting caught with illegal materials. Frightened of discovery, he gave very dangerous items to Adalare to hold onto... and hide. She did, however she was finally breaking free of her brother's control. Giving last goodbyes to her favorites one dark night, she ran away one winter midnight, and promised herself to never return to the face of her slavery. That day, Adalare Levent died in the cold, and from her ashes was born Viator Ohtil. Never comfortable in her own body, and recent events making her hate her own form even more, she could no longer face Adalare in the mirror. Binding her meager breasts, and changing into trousers and long sleeves, all traces of 'her' disappeared. Viator even began calling himself a man within his mind.
Unceremoniously 'appearing' along the Hessian coast, the newly come to existence Viator hired on to the first ship he set eyes upon. Although slim and relatively average strength, he soon showed a work ethic that surpassed many other longstanding seamen. He found himself taking to the seafaring life better than anyone had ever expected of such a scrawny passive lad, and indeed became integral to many crossings.
Currently, he is bouncing between Vienda and Old Rose, looking for work on the sea but also seemingly unable to keep to one place for very long, taking up odd jobs on aeroships and seafaring vessels. Free for nearly nine years, he has been trying to see everything and everyone, and has decided to become an explorer.
!!!Personality:
Viator is a smiling, kind person who seems much younger than he is. While quieter than most, and with a softish voice for a man, he is still delicately dry when it comes to humor and pleasant when faced with obstacles. He is hard to anger, and even harder to shame, often described as having skin thicker than a chroves. His only sore spot is a peculiar pet peeve of derisive comments about gender, which turn the gentle man into a icy machine.
However, after awhile, a different personality seems to shine through; that of a sad, quiet person who has faced much more pain and personal abuse than most. This is when people actually meet Adalare, the girl behind the mask.
!!!Physical Description:
Viator's shaggy hair (cut at the ears) is a golden brown from too many days in the sun, and his skin is similarly darkened by it's touch. His big indigo eyes are creased around the edges, showing signs of early aging, and his prominent cheek seem somewhat stretched over the fine bones. A little short, even compared to most galdor men, he is bone thin but muscled, every inch of his frame devoted to some work or another until he was as fast as a whip and twice as mean in combat. His shoulders look just slightly too small for him, and so he wears very loose clothing, with only a long, doctor's binder to keep everything in. However, if any care to look close enough, the main thing missing on him is an adam's apple, which he usually covers with high collars, except when aboard ship.
Adalare, however, back when she worked at Brunnhold was very thin and wraith-like, her shoulders seeming a little too broad for her willowy body. She never really grew into a bust, nor that many curves for that matter, but always had a fairy like charm to her. Adalare was always smiling, her thin lips full of quiet passion, her large, round eyes always meek and courteous. Her hair was a medium brown, and she had pale skin, untouched by freckles. Like many passives at Brunnhold, she wore her hair at the shoulder, cutting it regularly to keep up appearances.
!!!Inventory:
Weapons:
*Three daggers
*One highly illegal pistol
Stuff
*Compass attached to one glove
*Violet pendant with the Levent crest
*Key ring, with old keys to Brunnhold
!!!Career
Servant
*Quiet
*Hard worker
*Efficient
Explorer
*Hardiness in all weathers
*Wise if not learned
*Handy in all situations
!!!Diablerie
((I need to talk to a mod about this one

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!!!Goals
To find something better to do with his life than rot away in some school, waiting tables on brats. He wants to captain his own aeroship, or brigadier, and set sail for somewhere far, far away where memory can never find him...