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[BASICS]

    Name: Eidel Sonoran

    Age: 23

    Date of Birth: October 12

    Gender: male

    Height | Weight: 181 cm | 89kg

    Species: Pure

    Biome: Desert

    Flower: Oenothera caespitosa, Tufted Evening Primrose

    Occupation: Arena combatant, of middling popularity, specializing in staves, hand to hand combat, and polearms

    Ranking: Level 1

    Bloom Trait: TBD (hopefully Warrior Souls)

    Orientation: Demisexual

    Relationship Status: Single

[STATS]

     HP: TBD

    STR: TBD

    DEX: TBD

    CON: TBD

    INT: TBD

    WIS: TBD

    CHA: TBD

[APPEARANCE]

    Hair Color: White

    Eye Color:   Lavender

    Physical | External Appearance: He does not consider himself remarkably tall or short, but he is broad in the shoulder and rather well built due to years of training and dueling in the arena. Although far from naturally menacing he can be intimidating under the right circumstances. He walks with a confident yet almost graceful stride that seems a bit long for his height. He seems to be almost unnaturally pale with white hair and nearly equally pale skin. His fore arms are covered with defensive scars of various ages and a short scar on his face extends from the left side of his bottom lip down to his chin. A pair of tufted evening primrose blossomed sprout from the empty socket where his right eye once was, a larger patch grows along the left side of his neck extending down to his left scapula and over his left shoulder, and another, smaller patch, grows on his right arm. The largest patch extends down his left leg from his mid thigh down to his midcalf, there are also single blossoms scatters around his wrists and right ankle. He tends to wear neutral colors with a handful of more brightly colored sashes and other accents to punctuate his wardrobe. All his clothes smell slightly of lemon.

   Internal Appearance: Very red and squishy, if you are currently viewing his ‘internal appearance’ please contact the nearest medical professional.

[Purpose]

    Become a renowned combatant in the dueling arena, also make money

[HISTORY | PERSONALITY]

    Zodiac Sign: Libra

    Likes and Dislikes:

       + cool evening breezes

       + his home town

       + his family

       + sleeping in

       + spicy foods

       + writing and receiving letters from his family

       + reading, although he most likes rereading his collection of letters from his family he also enjoys novels liking cozy mysteries the best, he is not a fast reader and tends to forget to renew books, he has managed to rack up a rather remarkable sum in overdue fees over the years

       + music

       - shoes

       - dogs (he says he’s not scared of them, but he definitely is)

       - slimy textures (especially cold pasta, eww)

       - excessive sun

       - getting lost

       - sitting around for long periods of time (tends to pace)

       - cooking, he’s just really bad at it, it’s not even because he’s blind, if someone was standing beside him giving him a dope slap whenever he tries to substitute an ingredient his cooking would be great, but he’s the kind of idiot who thinks he can replace bananas in banana bread with oranges

       - large crowds

      - awkward silences

       - hot weather (yes, he lives in the desert biome so all weather is ‘hot weather’ but he’ll be the first to complain if the temperature creeps even a degree above the regional average)

       - swimming

    Hobbies/Talents:

Complaining, Reading, Combat? I’m not sure if it counts as a hobby or a talent if it is his job, but he doesn’t do much else

    Personality:

emotional || well-meant || lacks a reasonable level of fear for obvious dangers || impatient || possessive || rather taciturn around strangers || protective || resentful of those who slight him (tends to hold grudges) || clingy || impulsive || brash || tactless || empathetic || dislikes change

Like most people he is reactive to his surroundings, his behavior and disposition more often reflecting his level of comfort and interest with his current surroundings than any true sense of his character. All the more obvious because of how driven by his emotions he is, he seldom tried to hide his personal feelings and even if he does he does so poorly. Usually he simply acts on his feelings rather than his thoughts.

When he is around strangers or in an unfamiliar setting he tends to ‘shut down’ becoming rather quiet and withdrawn, usually appearing almost stoic and gruff to new acquaintances. He often times finds his fellow arena combatants too aggressive or boisterous for his liking and has found it difficult to make friends among his peers. Despite his seemingly surly and general discontent around new people he is rather even tempered with strangers and will seldom find reason to dislike someone he does not know too well. At the same time he is reluctant to initiate a friendship with someone he does not know and he find it difficult to become familiar with strangers.

Around his family, he is most comfortable, and almost the exact opposite of how he behaves around strangers, being much more talkative and animated with them than nearly anyone else. With so many siblings each with such different personalities conflict is inevitable, he argues the most with Noam, and usually over small unimportant things, Eidel often finds faults in Noam’s quietness and passive aggressive tendencies, yet they make up with each other just as quickly as they fall to bickering and Noam is probably the sibling to whom Eidel is closest. Outside of his family, he tends to be most amiable with the elderly and children. But that is not to say he has no friends, he has a small handful of peers from the arena who he trains with and actually likes, only one of them fights in the same style as him (they both fight in hand to hand combat) they have known each other the longest out of the group, Eidel met her in one of his first arena battles when she dislocated his shoulder.

It should be noted that arena battles he does bring out a rather unique side of him. Years of thorough training and demanding practice have made him quite proficient in the combat styles he has studied. He is very serious and calculating in a duel, although he is quick to improvise as the fight progresses, able to respond to attacks just as quickly as his sighted opponents, usually by the end of his fights he seems to be familiar enough with his opponent’s behavior to predict their actions before they make them. His fights are usually quick and passionless, what they lack in spectacle they make up for tenfold with the elegant technique he learned from his mentor Marena.

Extroverted: Finds more energy from the company of others, long periods of time alone or away from family and friends tends to leave him rather emotionally drained.

Sensing: Not a visionary, he does not like planning far into the future and although he wants to be a famous arena combatant, he does not actually have any idea how he’ll accomplish this or when he would know he has accomplished this.

Feeling: Very emotionally driven, that being said, he’s very empathetic, quick to help people he feels are victims or somehow weaker than others.

Judgemental/Perceiving: Scored almost 50/50 prefers to stick to a schedule and is most comfortable going through the motions of his day to day habits, but is not good at planning for the long term, and is excellent at improvising on his feet (or in the arena to be more exact).

Turbulent: Does not feel himself established or secure enough, will often times second guess his decisions, or simply avoid situations where the responsibility of major decisions falls upon him

    History:

When he was born, his mother wept. She had been praying for the last few months that the child she carried was her husband’s but the child that was born had only the pale white buds of tufted evening primrose, which he had inherited from her and her brother. He was living proof of her infidelity, and her even greater crime against nature and Gia herself, and so she charged her most trusted servant to dispose of the child. The servant stood in the darkness of the night, while the noble lady and her midwife shed almost real tears as they wove a lie to her husband about his poor son who had been born silent and lifeless. Looking at the very much alive child her hands shook, she knew she did not have it in her to kill the child, but what could she do? If she left him anywhere in town people would surely learn the truth, there were rumors already, and he would only prove everyone’s suspicions. As her mind raced she remembered a letter from her mother describing a young couple in her home town with no children of their own who were taking in stray children. Quickly deciding it was worth the risk to disobey her lady this one time she took the fastest horse the manor’s stables had to offer and rose off into the night. The trip to her home could take a day and a half or longer if the weather was foul. She rode the horse as hard and fast as it would go, and the weather, as if knowing the urgency of the trip remained clear and she rushed across the sandy expanse.

It was night when she reached the quiet town of Halra. A small town, barely more than a village, encircling an oasis and conveniently found over a day’s journey between several large cities, on a given day there were usually more travelers stopping for the night than proper residents. Gingerly she placed the infant on their stoop knocked on the door and hid from sight only leaving once the sleepy but surprised couple had taken the child into their home.

His new parents were Orli and Netanel Sonoran. They named him Eidel, he was their fourth child, their eldest, Ilana, was technically their niece, her parents having died in a rather tragic fire when she was very young, their second eldest were the twins Avenel and Arian, Avie and Ari for short, they were nearly feral when they were found, but the Sonorans had taken the in none the less. Their third child was Chaya, she was within a few months of 3 years old when Eidel arrived, her mother had been a young woman traveling with a group of merchants, she died during childbirth and when the merchants she was traveling refused to take the child the Sonorans took her in as well. They loved their children, both had dreamed of a large family when they were young, but were never able to have children of their own, so each new child they took in was welcomed with open arms and Eidel was no exception.

He basked in the glory of being the baby of the family for about six years before Noam came along and stole his spotlight as the youngest. Despite Eidel’s rather pleasant disposition he was not the easiest child to raise. He was born with albinism, which had caused more than just pale skin and hair, he was blind, his eyes unable to discern more than areas of light, shadow, and vague, faded colors, and on top of that he was photophobic crying often under the bright desert sun. But as soon as they realized his needs his adopted parents did whatever they could to accommodate his needs, the whole family even learned braille with him, and went to great lengths to make sure he was safe around the house. But his parents in no way smothered him, actually there were times when he probably could have benefited from more parental supervision.

The more disastrous example was the ‘archery incident’ Chaya was about seven and Eidel about five, and Chaya had gotten it into her head that she wanted to be an archer when she grew up. In short, she quickly found out the hard way that she was no William Tell, and at the expense of her little brother’s eye as well. However, within a couple weeks of losing his eye a pair of tufted evening primrose buds had bloomed from the injury.

Of course, this was neither the first nor last of many various injuries from slight scraps to broken arms. He was an eager, rambunctious child, although in no way mean spirited or mischievous he was endlessly curious and seemed to lack the common sense to exercise caution.

When Eidel was about eight, the town’s arcane mage had noticed Chaya had a penchant for magic, and had taken her under her wing as an apprentice. Ilana and the twins were significantly older and also already apprenticing which left Eidel unhappily at home with on one to play with other than his boring baby brother Noam. Deciding that he would rather find his own apprenticeship than stay at home he went over to the town’s small weapons shop run by Marena and her wife.

Marena was often the subject of the stories the older neighbor children told, stories of amazing battles against other combatants and even monsters. She was a bit of a local legend. Even outside Halra her name would be familiar to most arena goers. She had been amazing in combat, graceful and terrifyingly fast, specializing in hand to hand combat, her technique was unparalleled; during her last two years in the arena she had not lost a single battle. It was agreed by most that she had cut off her career far too early when she married Audlin, a bladesmith, she retired to her wife’s home town and never entered the arena again. Eidel had been enchanted by the stories of her past and dreamed of one day doing the same. Which is why on a sunny August afternoon, a week before the little school house would open for classes, Marena found herself looking over the counter at one of the Sonoran’s kids, his face scrunched up with determination, he looked as if he was mustering up the courage to say something. She smiled, “Did your mama send you over for some new bread knives?”

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and said, “No, my mom didn’t send me here. I’m here because I wanna be your apprentice!”

Doing her best to stifle a laugh Marena asked, “Aren’t you a little bit too young to be looking for an apprenticeship?”

“No, I’m eight - almost ten - and Chaya’s ten and she’s an apprentice so I think I’m old enough to be one too.” He said in the matter of fact confidence common to children and the generally ignorant.

Marena smiled, she decided to humor the kid, he probably would forget, or get bored in a few hours so she had him sit with her behind the counter helping her do little things around the store, careful to make sure anything sharp stayed out of his reach. But he came back the next day and the day after that. He showed up early in the mornings on weekends and first thing after school let out on week days. And after a couple years of his continued asking she even began training him how to fight.

Even though he took up his apprenticeship to get away from his baby brother Noam and Eidel grew closer as they got older, by the time Eidel was eleven they were nearly inseparable, and Eidel had become quite protective of his little brother. They were walking to school one morning and were passing a traveling merchant’s cart, a large dog was tied to a peg in the ground and started barking loudly as the boys approached. Noam being the shy, withdrawn little child he was hid behind Eidel. Eidel on the other hand decided to bark back at the dog, which only made it more agitated, it pulled harder on the rope restraining it the peg popped out of the ground and the dog went barreling at the boys. Luckily there was an adult nearby who pulled the dog off Eidel, but not before the dog had left a short bloody gash on the boy’s chin.

And of course, when Eidel was about fourteen there was the incident with Salin, a young man who had taken to picking on Noam, and in the end received a broken jaw from Eidel for his troubles. But no one particularly likes discussing that incident, and Eidel had landed himself in quite a bit of trouble with his parents and Marena. The latter even considering dropping his training telling him out right that he may not be suited for real combat.

But he convinced Marena that what happened to Salin would never happen again and when he was seventeen he left his hometown to the farewell of his many siblings, the well wishes of his mother, and the tears of his father (he had cried when Ilana and Chaya had left as well). A few months before he left Noam gave him an early gift, a raven he had named Scirocco, he had trained the bird to help Eidel, it knew to fetch objects, locate buttons or doors, and a variety of other small tasks that would hopefully help Eidel better navigate and adjust to his new life in the city. With all this he left, optimistic and excited to begin his career as a combatant.

He entered the city eager for glory and excitement, but years of going through the arena circuit has left him disillusioned and rather homesick. He has few friends in the city, and does little outside of training and battles. He continues none the less, somewhat happy that the arena owners and battle coordinators have come to see him less as some sort of novelty and more like any other combatant when they schedule his battles. He sends a generous portion of his earning home to his family regularly along with long meandering letters which are always responded to promptly with even longer letters telling about the goings on back home.

TL/DR

Being the product of infidelity and incest Eidel was supposed to be killed once he was born, instead he was given to a small family in small town reasonably far away from his birth parents. He was raised to be a good kid and had been training for arena combat since he was nine. When he was seventeen he left home and moved to a large city where he has been dueling in arenas for over half a decade and he is tired of duels, tired of the city, and fears that he may wallow in mediocrity for the rest of his life.

[ADDITIONAL]

        Voice: Michale R (yes, the voice clip is in French, for some reason I couldn't find an english speaking voice that I liked, I blame Lastman) www.edgestudio.com/sites/defau…

        Love Language(s): Physical touch, Words of affirmation

        Myers-Briggs: ESFJ/P-T (Extroverted: finds more energy from the company of others, Sensing: not a visionary, Feeling: emotionally driven, Judgemental/Perceiving: scored almost 50/50 prefers to stick to a schedule and is most comfortable going through the motions of his day to day habits, but is not good at planning for the long term, and is excellent at improvising on his feet (or in the arena to be more exact), Turbulent: Does not feel himself established or secure enough, will often times second guess his decisions, or simply avoid situations where the responsibility of major decisions falls upon him)

Misc:

       - He is blind; he can only make out areas of vague light, shadow and slight color he uses a staff when walking, and Cirrus is his service animal

       - Decent singer he sometimes wishes he had attempted to learn an instrument when he was younger

       - More of a night owl than an early bird he abhors waking up early, lucky for him most battles are held in the evening because doing in the morning or during the heat of the day in the afternoon would be absurd

      - Tends to get loud when agitated or excited

      - He’s a hugger, but only with people he is close to

      - Lacks an appropriate sense of value for money, will give and spend it almost frivolously and often times finds himself living from one minor financial crisis to another

       - Dislikes most sedentary activities, he just finds them rather dull and under stimulating, the only reason why he likes to read is because his parents fostered a love of reading in all their children

       Family: The Sonorans (His parents devoted themselves to taking in and raising orphans about nine years ago, hence the large age gap between Noam and the eldest of the current batch of children.)

[BIRD]

        Name: Scirocco (named by Noam)

        Species: Fan-tailed Raven

        Personality: Almost motherly he can usually be found watching Eidel attentively, perched on his shoulder, or watching Eidel attentively while perched on his shoulder. Eager to help and often reminding him to lock his apartment door behind him and to not stay up all night. Even waking him up on the morning by gently nipping at Eidel’s ear. Is not quite as friendly with strangers he will stare intently at people he does not like or people he thinks threaten Eidel, but he is still quite well behaved and has never attacked anyone. He cannot accompany Eidel during duels and is usually rather moody about having to wait for him.

        Skills:

       - Fetching small objects

       - Alert to fast moving threats or dangers

       - Push buttons, locate door knobs, etc.

       - Making a variety of loud noises also vocal mimicry, will say ‘hello’ when prompted and will repeat ‘where’ when he does not know where Eidel is

[RP INFO]

   RP Method: Discord, Google Docs, Notes

Description

[BASICS]

    Name: Eidel Sonoran

    Age: 23

    Date of Birth: October 12

    Gender: male

    Height | Weight: 181 cm | 89kg

    Species: Pure

    Biome: Desert

    Flower: Oenothera caespitosa, Tufted Evening Primrose

    Occupation: Arena combatant, of middling popularity, specializing in staves, hand to hand combat, and polearms

    Ranking: Level 1

    Bloom Trait: TBD (hopefully Warrior Souls)

    Orientation: Demisexual

    Relationship Status: Single

[STATS]

     HP: TBD

    STR: TBD

    DEX: TBD

    CON: TBD

    INT: TBD

    WIS: TBD

    CHA: TBD

[APPEARANCE]

    Hair Color: White

    Eye Color:   Lavender

    Physical | External Appearance: He does not consider himself remarkably tall or short, but he is broad in the shoulder and rather well built due to years of training and dueling in the arena. Although far from naturally menacing he can be intimidating under the right circumstances. He walks with a confident yet almost graceful stride that seems a bit long for his height. He seems to be almost unnaturally pale with white hair and nearly equally pale skin. His fore arms are covered with defensive scars of various ages and a short scar on his face extends from the left side of his bottom lip down to his chin. A pair of tufted evening primrose blossomed sprout from the empty socket where his right eye once was, a larger patch grows along the left side of his neck extending down to his left scapula and over his left shoulder, and another, smaller patch, grows on his right arm. The largest patch extends down his left leg from his mid thigh down to his midcalf, there are also single blossoms scatters around his wrists and right ankle. He tends to wear neutral colors with a handful of more brightly colored sashes and other accents to punctuate his wardrobe. All his clothes smell slightly of lemon.

   Internal Appearance: Very red and squishy, if you are currently viewing his ‘internal appearance’ please contact the nearest medical professional.

[Purpose]

    Become a renowned combatant in the dueling arena, also make money

[HISTORY | PERSONALITY]

    Zodiac Sign: Libra

    Likes and Dislikes:

       + cool evening breezes

       + his home town

       + his family

       + sleeping in

       + spicy foods

       + writing and receiving letters from his family

       + reading, although he most likes rereading his collection of letters from his family he also enjoys novels liking cozy mysteries the best, he is not a fast reader and tends to forget to renew books, he has managed to rack up a rather remarkable sum in overdue fees over the years

       + music

       - shoes

       - dogs (he says he’s not scared of them, but he definitely is)

       - slimy textures (especially cold pasta, eww)

       - excessive sun

       - getting lost

       - sitting around for long periods of time (tends to pace)

       - cooking, he’s just really bad at it, it’s not even because he’s blind, if someone was standing beside him giving him a dope slap whenever he tries to substitute an ingredient his cooking would be great, but he’s the kind of idiot who thinks he can replace bananas in banana bread with oranges

       - large crowds

      - awkward silences

       - hot weather (yes, he lives in the desert biome so all weather is ‘hot weather’ but he’ll be the first to complain if the temperature creeps even a degree above the regional average)

       - swimming

    Hobbies/Talents:

Complaining, Reading, Combat? I’m not sure if it counts as a hobby or a talent if it is his job, but he doesn’t do much else

    Personality:

emotional || well-meant || lacks a reasonable level of fear for obvious dangers || impatient || possessive || rather taciturn around strangers || protective || resentful of those who slight him (tends to hold grudges) || clingy || impulsive || brash || tactless || empathetic || dislikes change

Like most people he is reactive to his surroundings, his behavior and disposition more often reflecting his level of comfort and interest with his current surroundings than any true sense of his character. All the more obvious because of how driven by his emotions he is, he seldom tried to hide his personal feelings and even if he does he does so poorly. Usually he simply acts on his feelings rather than his thoughts.

When he is around strangers or in an unfamiliar setting he tends to ‘shut down’ becoming rather quiet and withdrawn, usually appearing almost stoic and gruff to new acquaintances. He often times finds his fellow arena combatants too aggressive or boisterous for his liking and has found it difficult to make friends among his peers. Despite his seemingly surly and general discontent around new people he is rather even tempered with strangers and will seldom find reason to dislike someone he does not know too well. At the same time he is reluctant to initiate a friendship with someone he does not know and he find it difficult to become familiar with strangers.

Around his family, he is most comfortable, and almost the exact opposite of how he behaves around strangers, being much more talkative and animated with them than nearly anyone else. With so many siblings each with such different personalities conflict is inevitable, he argues the most with Noam, and usually over small unimportant things, Eidel often finds faults in Noam’s quietness and passive aggressive tendencies, yet they make up with each other just as quickly as they fall to bickering and Noam is probably the sibling to whom Eidel is closest. Outside of his family, he tends to be most amiable with the elderly and children. But that is not to say he has no friends, he has a small handful of peers from the arena who he trains with and actually likes, only one of them fights in the same style as him (they both fight in hand to hand combat) they have known each other the longest out of the group, Eidel met her in one of his first arena battles when she dislocated his shoulder.

It should be noted that arena battles he does bring out a rather unique side of him. Years of thorough training and demanding practice have made him quite proficient in the combat styles he has studied. He is very serious and calculating in a duel, although he is quick to improvise as the fight progresses, able to respond to attacks just as quickly as his sighted opponents, usually by the end of his fights he seems to be familiar enough with his opponent’s behavior to predict their actions before they make them. His fights are usually quick and passionless, what they lack in spectacle they make up for tenfold with the elegant technique he learned from his mentor Marena.

Extroverted: Finds more energy from the company of others, long periods of time alone or away from family and friends tends to leave him rather emotionally drained.

Sensing: Not a visionary, he does not like planning far into the future and although he wants to be a famous arena combatant, he does not actually have any idea how he’ll accomplish this or when he would know he has accomplished this.

Feeling: Very emotionally driven, that being said, he’s very empathetic, quick to help people he feels are victims or somehow weaker than others.

Judgemental/Perceiving: Scored almost 50/50 prefers to stick to a schedule and is most comfortable going through the motions of his day to day habits, but is not good at planning for the long term, and is excellent at improvising on his feet (or in the arena to be more exact).

Turbulent: Does not feel himself established or secure enough, will often times second guess his decisions, or simply avoid situations where the responsibility of major decisions falls upon him

    History:

When he was born, his mother wept. She had been praying for the last few months that the child she carried was her husband’s but the child that was born had only the pale white buds of tufted evening primrose, which he had inherited from her and her brother. He was living proof of her infidelity, and her even greater crime against nature and Gia herself, and so she charged her most trusted servant to dispose of the child. The servant stood in the darkness of the night, while the noble lady and her midwife shed almost real tears as they wove a lie to her husband about his poor son who had been born silent and lifeless. Looking at the very much alive child her hands shook, she knew she did not have it in her to kill the child, but what could she do? If she left him anywhere in town people would surely learn the truth, there were rumors already, and he would only prove everyone’s suspicions. As her mind raced she remembered a letter from her mother describing a young couple in her home town with no children of their own who were taking in stray children. Quickly deciding it was worth the risk to disobey her lady this one time she took the fastest horse the manor’s stables had to offer and rose off into the night. The trip to her home could take a day and a half or longer if the weather was foul. She rode the horse as hard and fast as it would go, and the weather, as if knowing the urgency of the trip remained clear and she rushed across the sandy expanse.

It was night when she reached the quiet town of Halra. A small town, barely more than a village, encircling an oasis and conveniently found over a day’s journey between several large cities, on a given day there were usually more travelers stopping for the night than proper residents. Gingerly she placed the infant on their stoop knocked on the door and hid from sight only leaving once the sleepy but surprised couple had taken the child into their home.

His new parents were Orli and Netanel Sonoran. They named him Eidel, he was their fourth child, their eldest, Ilana, was technically their niece, her parents having died in a rather tragic fire when she was very young, their second eldest were the twins Avenel and Arian, Avie and Ari for short, they were nearly feral when they were found, but the Sonorans had taken the in none the less. Their third child was Chaya, she was within a few months of 3 years old when Eidel arrived, her mother had been a young woman traveling with a group of merchants, she died during childbirth and when the merchants she was traveling refused to take the child the Sonorans took her in as well. They loved their children, both had dreamed of a large family when they were young, but were never able to have children of their own, so each new child they took in was welcomed with open arms and Eidel was no exception.

He basked in the glory of being the baby of the family for about six years before Noam came along and stole his spotlight as the youngest. Despite Eidel’s rather pleasant disposition he was not the easiest child to raise. He was born with albinism, which had caused more than just pale skin and hair, he was blind, his eyes unable to discern more than areas of light, shadow, and vague, faded colors, and on top of that he was photophobic crying often under the bright desert sun. But as soon as they realized his needs his adopted parents did whatever they could to accommodate his needs, the whole family even learned braille with him, and went to great lengths to make sure he was safe around the house. But his parents in no way smothered him, actually there were times when he probably could have benefited from more parental supervision.

The more disastrous example was the ‘archery incident’ Chaya was about seven and Eidel about five, and Chaya had gotten it into her head that she wanted to be an archer when she grew up. In short, she quickly found out the hard way that she was no William Tell, and at the expense of her little brother’s eye as well. However, within a couple weeks of losing his eye a pair of tufted evening primrose buds had bloomed from the injury.

Of course, this was neither the first nor last of many various injuries from slight scraps to broken arms. He was an eager, rambunctious child, although in no way mean spirited or mischievous he was endlessly curious and seemed to lack the common sense to exercise caution.

When Eidel was about eight, the town’s arcane mage had noticed Chaya had a penchant for magic, and had taken her under her wing as an apprentice. Ilana and the twins were significantly older and also already apprenticing which left Eidel unhappily at home with on one to play with other than his boring baby brother Noam. Deciding that he would rather find his own apprenticeship than stay at home he went over to the town’s small weapons shop run by Marena and her wife.

Marena was often the subject of the stories the older neighbor children told, stories of amazing battles against other combatants and even monsters. She was a bit of a local legend. Even outside Halra her name would be familiar to most arena goers. She had been amazing in combat, graceful and terrifyingly fast, specializing in hand to hand combat, her technique was unparalleled; during her last two years in the arena she had not lost a single battle. It was agreed by most that she had cut off her career far too early when she married Audlin, a bladesmith, she retired to her wife’s home town and never entered the arena again. Eidel had been enchanted by the stories of her past and dreamed of one day doing the same. Which is why on a sunny August afternoon, a week before the little school house would open for classes, Marena found herself looking over the counter at one of the Sonoran’s kids, his face scrunched up with determination, he looked as if he was mustering up the courage to say something. She smiled, “Did your mama send you over for some new bread knives?”

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and said, “No, my mom didn’t send me here. I’m here because I wanna be your apprentice!”

Doing her best to stifle a laugh Marena asked, “Aren’t you a little bit too young to be looking for an apprenticeship?”

“No, I’m eight - almost ten - and Chaya’s ten and she’s an apprentice so I think I’m old enough to be one too.” He said in the matter of fact confidence common to children and the generally ignorant.

Marena smiled, she decided to humor the kid, he probably would forget, or get bored in a few hours so she had him sit with her behind the counter helping her do little things around the store, careful to make sure anything sharp stayed out of his reach. But he came back the next day and the day after that. He showed up early in the mornings on weekends and first thing after school let out on week days. And after a couple years of his continued asking she even began training him how to fight.

Even though he took up his apprenticeship to get away from his baby brother Noam and Eidel grew closer as they got older, by the time Eidel was eleven they were nearly inseparable, and Eidel had become quite protective of his little brother. They were walking to school one morning and were passing a traveling merchant’s cart, a large dog was tied to a peg in the ground and started barking loudly as the boys approached. Noam being the shy, withdrawn little child he was hid behind Eidel. Eidel on the other hand decided to bark back at the dog, which only made it more agitated, it pulled harder on the rope restraining it the peg popped out of the ground and the dog went barreling at the boys. Luckily there was an adult nearby who pulled the dog off Eidel, but not before the dog had left a short bloody gash on the boy’s chin.

And of course, when Eidel was about fourteen there was the incident with Salin, a young man who had taken to picking on Noam, and in the end received a broken jaw from Eidel for his troubles. But no one particularly likes discussing that incident, and Eidel had landed himself in quite a bit of trouble with his parents and Marena. The latter even considering dropping his training telling him out right that he may not be suited for real combat.

But he convinced Marena that what happened to Salin would never happen again and when he was seventeen he left his hometown to the farewell of his many siblings, the well wishes of his mother, and the tears of his father (he had cried when Ilana and Chaya had left as well). A few months before he left Noam gave him an early gift, a raven he had named Scirocco, he had trained the bird to help Eidel, it knew to fetch objects, locate buttons or doors, and a variety of other small tasks that would hopefully help Eidel better navigate and adjust to his new life in the city. With all this he left, optimistic and excited to begin his career as a combatant.

He entered the city eager for glory and excitement, but years of going through the arena circuit has left him disillusioned and rather homesick. He has few friends in the city, and does little outside of training and battles. He continues none the less, somewhat happy that the arena owners and battle coordinators have come to see him less as some sort of novelty and more like any other combatant when they schedule his battles. He sends a generous portion of his earning home to his family regularly along with long meandering letters which are always responded to promptly with even longer letters telling about the goings on back home.

TL/DR

Being the product of infidelity and incest Eidel was supposed to be killed once he was born, instead he was given to a small family in small town reasonably far away from his birth parents. He was raised to be a good kid and had been training for arena combat since he was nine. When he was seventeen he left home and moved to a large city where he has been dueling in arenas for over half a decade and he is tired of duels, tired of the city, and fears that he may wallow in mediocrity for the rest of his life.

[ADDITIONAL]

        Voice: Michale R (yes, the voice clip is in French, for some reason I couldn't find an english speaking voice that I liked, I blame Lastman) www.edgestudio.com/sites/defau…

        Love Language(s): Physical touch, Words of affirmation

        Myers-Briggs: ESFJ/P-T (Extroverted: finds more energy from the company of others, Sensing: not a visionary, Feeling: emotionally driven, Judgemental/Perceiving: scored almost 50/50 prefers to stick to a schedule and is most comfortable going through the motions of his day to day habits, but is not good at planning for the long term, and is excellent at improvising on his feet (or in the arena to be more exact), Turbulent: Does not feel himself established or secure enough, will often times second guess his decisions, or simply avoid situations where the responsibility of major decisions falls upon him)

Misc:

       - He is blind; he can only make out areas of vague light, shadow and slight color he uses a staff when walking, and Cirrus is his service animal

       - Decent singer he sometimes wishes he had attempted to learn an instrument when he was younger

       - More of a night owl than an early bird he abhors waking up early, lucky for him most battles are held in the evening because doing in the morning or during the heat of the day in the afternoon would be absurd

      - Tends to get loud when agitated or excited

      - He’s a hugger, but only with people he is close to

      - Lacks an appropriate sense of value for money, will give and spend it almost frivolously and often times finds himself living from one minor financial crisis to another

       - Dislikes most sedentary activities, he just finds them rather dull and under stimulating, the only reason why he likes to read is because his parents fostered a love of reading in all their children

       Family: The Sonorans (His parents devoted themselves to taking in and raising orphans about nine years ago, hence the large age gap between Noam and the eldest of the current batch of children.)

[BIRD]

        Name: Scirocco (named by Noam)

        Species: Fan-tailed Raven

        Personality: Almost motherly he can usually be found watching Eidel attentively, perched on his shoulder, or watching Eidel attentively while perched on his shoulder. Eager to help and often reminding him to lock his apartment door behind him and to not stay up all night. Even waking him up on the morning by gently nipping at Eidel’s ear. Is not quite as friendly with strangers he will stare intently at people he does not like or people he thinks threaten Eidel, but he is still quite well behaved and has never attacked anyone. He cannot accompany Eidel during duels and is usually rather moody about having to wait for him.

        Skills:

       - Fetching small objects

       - Alert to fast moving threats or dangers

       - Push buttons, locate door knobs, etc.

       - Making a variety of loud noises also vocal mimicry, will say ‘hello’ when prompted and will repeat ‘where’ when he does not know where Eidel is

[RP INFO]

   RP Method: Discord, Google Docs, Notes