Deven Orta

Name: Deven Orta (The Azure Dragoon)
Age: 47
Race: Galdori
Place of Origin: Gior

Backstory:

From an early age Deven showed brilliance. He was always concerned with the internal workings of the world. He would look at rocks for hours. He watched the wind. He seemed fascinated by the simplest things. He excelled in all his classes. Once he could use magic, he started to make small changes to things. He would take apart rocks, element by element. He would look to the world’s own reactions to itself and watched those reactions to learn more.

Despite this he never got far in his magic classes. He cared little for most spells. He only seemed interested in one. Metamorphosis became his life. While it was impressive for him to learned many 1st level spells by age 16. The only second level he cared about was Metamorphosis. When it came time for him to graduate he could not. His refusal to study magics other then those he was interested in held him back. He dropped out shortly after that.

He worked on his own furthering his study of chemistry. Eventual he found a few reactions. He could make timed explosions and reactions with the proper combination of materials. His understanding of chemistry at the time was weak but it was enough to turn even water into something deadly. He soon ran out of money to fund his research. So he turned to the military for support.

The military helped in his research and he helped them by using it in combat. His voracity for learning made him an even more effective solder. He was cold and calculating. He soon became a leader. He treated everything the same. Break down its parts and remove the element which causes the reaction. When he was called to act there was little blood shed. One act generally was all that was needed. He preferred stealth and cunning to raw power.

He used his skill to complete any mission he was given. His success rate and no nonsense attitude did much to help him rise in rank. He eventually became a dragoon. He never used a weapon or attempted to further his magic. When the Dragoons went their separate ways, he fell back to where he started; academics. Academics have always been his life. He traveled the world studying chemistry.

His goal now is to find some one to carry on his work before he dies. He wants to teach at Brunnhold. Only a small portion of his knowledge has ever been shown publicly. He would not teach everything he knows but it would be more then they would have had before.

Personality:

He has always been a charming man. He his words are soft and kind. He has an accent but not one that makes it hard for him to be understood. He listens well and will often sit in silence. He loves sensuality and passion in all their forms. He adores the sight of some one writhing in ecstasy or swooning. He has never been very discerning about his partners. The only thing he cares about is some ones mind. If they show signs of intelligence then to him they are worth while, regardless of race, rank, or position.

Description:

His eyes are a shifting gray. They look like clouds after a storm. There are small lines of silver that can draw one into his gaze. His smile is soft and often curls more on the left side than the right. He is a tall, strong man. He keeps in shape especially well for his age. He has a strong chin which is often times covered in stubble. He will forget to shave every day preoccupied with other things. He takes good care of him self aside from that. His hair is a brown almost black with gray coming in on the sides. He wears long framed glasses that he looks over the top of. The tip of his nose has the tell tale indentions from them. He voice is of a deep timber with an accent blurred from life of world travels. He always has an interesting smell. Like the raw earth if you dug under a tree. The scent is rich and lingers. If one had a keen sense of smell it would be very distinct. His skin is soft save on his fingers. The tips of his fingers are a bit rougher then the rest of his flesh. He can often be seen gently rubbing sand between his fingers. Unless he is listening to some one talk, he has a far away look on his face. In the end he is a very hansom man. Even at his age he keeps the distinct grace that keeps him alluring. He can be a bit ruff around the edges at times. He likes to be outside and will hold his class there if he can.

Inventory:

He always keeps a pound of sand and a pound of iron flings on his person.
A small book is always in his coat pocket a different one every day.
He always has a spare pair of glasses.
His other items are varied.

Pets:

Osta named Frea she is a fickle animal but he dotes on her. She will some times be at his side, some times not.

Career:

None at the moment applying for a teaching position at Brunnhold.

Goals:

He knows he will not live forever. He wants some one to pass on his knowledge to. He wants some one to pick up where he will leave off in discovering how the world works and the wonders contained within.