Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
Name: Avar Pendergast
Appearance:
View attachment 218241 Priman Youth.Nickname(s): Avarice, Greed.
Affiliation: Adopted son of the
Rank: N/A.
Occupation: Wanderer. Weaver of tales. Staff wielder.
Age: 23Gender: Male
Race: Priman
Land of Origin: Tarzland, Priman native land
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 181 lbs
Eye colour: Golden.
Ki Sign: SunguardElement: N/APersonality
Avar is a playful spirit inhabiting flesh and bone. Like the wind he will whisper into your ears or if the mood takes him blow you off your feet. A simple person in temperament who prefers to resolve everything using either words or sticks. No need for stone. Running into him would mean an eventful day was ahead whether you wanted one or not.
As likely to take something he likes and not give it back. This has caused him to attract the ire of many folk from multiple organisations and groups. Not that he lets that stop him. If he went after something that no one else wanted or was mad to lose then surely it had no value right?HistoryAvar is the son of a mountain tribe of outcasts and rejects. The mountain tribe of Anomyn has existed in tales of legends old as far back as the people of the lands can remember. Some say they can only be reached by those who were cast aside. That only the lost could find the hidden land.
Ranging from Beast folk from Vaim who refused tradition or chose to love outside their tribe to exiled humans. None were denied entry into the tribe so long as once they were there they proved to be family. Once they did that however they were given freedom,love,care and protection by every other individual. They were a family made,once broken, and all the stronger for it.
In actuality their tribe was situated in the mountain range of the Shambalaya. A bizarre mesh of features that made travelling it difficult for any either unfamiliar with it or those who went unprepared.
They found him abandoned at one of their home just prior to a horrific thunderstorm. It lasted many days and nights and throughout that entire phase the baby boy would cry and cry. It was only once an elder sage took a red wood sapling, whittling into it with holy chants and ki, and presented it to the boy that his crying stopped. Not long after the thunder ceased too but it was impossible to find any trace of who left him there by that juncture.
The circumstances of the child resonated with the tribe's people who adopted him as a joint son. They wished to teach him all they knew and ensure he had the tools to live a long and fruitful life. Sadly the boy did not take to studying. Nor did he take to magic. In fact he only seemed interested in causing mischief, hearing and telling stories and playing with his staff.
In fact the boy was very much in love with his staff. So much so that each time he outgrew it he would go to the sage and ask him for a new one. The sage doted on the boy as if he were a close son so he would always agree. He would take the staff and ask the boy to wait a day for him to return it. The sage would head in and the boy would stay out. Truly he could only wait when it was the sage that asked it of him and the staff was the subject concerned.
[More to be added]
Relationships [To be added]Ki abilities
Mana abilities
N/A.
Limitations
Young and impetuous. His naivety leads him into trouble along with his rash attitude. Not knowing his limitations and failing to heed the ones he has is a huge drawback fir the young man. Active throughout the day and lazy throughout sundown to sunrise. His aptitude with the staff is at the level of a savant. The staff is a weapon that has grown with him and he knows it like one would know an appendage or limb. Using it to it's optimal capability means that his battle strength with it is truly many folds higher than him with any other weapon. Sadly his dedication to his staff means he'd never consider taking another weapon.
He is like a thunder storm in a fight. Unbridled energy. Both sight and sound are affected as they see him dance about while ushering loud shrieks onto his enemies. The shrieks seem to echo and rather than give away his position they make it seem like he's everywhere at the same time leading to mass confusion.Confusion he has no qualms taking advantage of.
[Will be adding more info over time]
Appearance:
View attachment 218241 Priman Youth.Nickname(s): Avarice, Greed.
Affiliation: Adopted son of the
Rank: N/A.
Occupation: Wanderer. Weaver of tales. Staff wielder.
Age: 23Gender: Male
Race: Priman
Land of Origin: Tarzland, Priman native land
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 181 lbs
Eye colour: Golden.
Ki Sign: SunguardElement: N/APersonality
Avar is a playful spirit inhabiting flesh and bone. Like the wind he will whisper into your ears or if the mood takes him blow you off your feet. A simple person in temperament who prefers to resolve everything using either words or sticks. No need for stone. Running into him would mean an eventful day was ahead whether you wanted one or not.
As likely to take something he likes and not give it back. This has caused him to attract the ire of many folk from multiple organisations and groups. Not that he lets that stop him. If he went after something that no one else wanted or was mad to lose then surely it had no value right?HistoryAvar is the son of a mountain tribe of outcasts and rejects. The mountain tribe of Anomyn has existed in tales of legends old as far back as the people of the lands can remember. Some say they can only be reached by those who were cast aside. That only the lost could find the hidden land.
Ranging from Beast folk from Vaim who refused tradition or chose to love outside their tribe to exiled humans. None were denied entry into the tribe so long as once they were there they proved to be family. Once they did that however they were given freedom,love,care and protection by every other individual. They were a family made,once broken, and all the stronger for it.
In actuality their tribe was situated in the mountain range of the Shambalaya. A bizarre mesh of features that made travelling it difficult for any either unfamiliar with it or those who went unprepared.
They found him abandoned at one of their home just prior to a horrific thunderstorm. It lasted many days and nights and throughout that entire phase the baby boy would cry and cry. It was only once an elder sage took a red wood sapling, whittling into it with holy chants and ki, and presented it to the boy that his crying stopped. Not long after the thunder ceased too but it was impossible to find any trace of who left him there by that juncture.
The circumstances of the child resonated with the tribe's people who adopted him as a joint son. They wished to teach him all they knew and ensure he had the tools to live a long and fruitful life. Sadly the boy did not take to studying. Nor did he take to magic. In fact he only seemed interested in causing mischief, hearing and telling stories and playing with his staff.
In fact the boy was very much in love with his staff. So much so that each time he outgrew it he would go to the sage and ask him for a new one. The sage doted on the boy as if he were a close son so he would always agree. He would take the staff and ask the boy to wait a day for him to return it. The sage would head in and the boy would stay out. Truly he could only wait when it was the sage that asked it of him and the staff was the subject concerned.
[More to be added]
Relationships [To be added]Ki abilities
- Enhance senses/
- Increase stamina through breath regulation/
- Optimize digestion and conversion of eaten resources into energy/
- Harden skin and thicken muscles/
- Increase strength/
- Muscle memory for repeated stances/
- Extendable Staff with circulation of Ki/
Mana abilities
N/A.
Limitations
Young and impetuous. His naivety leads him into trouble along with his rash attitude. Not knowing his limitations and failing to heed the ones he has is a huge drawback fir the young man. Active throughout the day and lazy throughout sundown to sunrise. His aptitude with the staff is at the level of a savant. The staff is a weapon that has grown with him and he knows it like one would know an appendage or limb. Using it to it's optimal capability means that his battle strength with it is truly many folds higher than him with any other weapon. Sadly his dedication to his staff means he'd never consider taking another weapon.
He is like a thunder storm in a fight. Unbridled energy. Both sight and sound are affected as they see him dance about while ushering loud shrieks onto his enemies. The shrieks seem to echo and rather than give away his position they make it seem like he's everywhere at the same time leading to mass confusion.Confusion he has no qualms taking advantage of.
[Will be adding more info over time]