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Sivan Sunrunner
Details
Full Name: Sivan Sunrunner Len'Myren
Player: Antinoös/Hekatos
Race: Dratori Mother/Hytori Father
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Birthdate: 17 Calid March 96 (77 Searing)
Birthplace: Silfanore, Sol'Valen
Profession: Mage
Housing: Growing tower in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches.
Partners: Companion NPC, IX; Companion NPC, Laurevere Val'Istra, neighbor
Former Masters: Jacun (alchemy); Tavári'nar Val'Gwairil (artificing)
Titles: Apprentice
Factions: n/a
Fluencies: Rivach (Dratori), Mythrasi (Hytori)
Conversationals: Common, Synnekar, Valasren, Vallenor
Ineptitudes:
Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150 lb.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Rune of Animus: Between shoulder blades.
Rune of Semblance: Anterior third eye.
Rune of Summoning: Base of spine.
Favoring his father's Hytori heritage, one might call him Hytori if pressed, while those of the elder race might declare him of mongrel blood, which, if rude, is true. His ears are elven-sharp, but not quite so prominent as the pure of blood. His hair might look golden to human eyes, but a Hytori would call it tarnished. His blue eyes are pretty, but lackluster compared to the golden gazes of his father's people. Fair skin goes golden with any sort of tan, but he can grow a bit of beard if he gets lazy about his ablutions. He's on the shorter side of Hytori men, definitely of his Dratori brethren. Though most of his work is sedentary in nature, he likes to move, and doesn't have a spare ounce of fat on him. He can, at times, move with a native grace, or with the quick movements of his more passionate blood. His looks are curious, and he can be still in study, then quickly mercurial when the time to act has come.
Blond with a long, angular face; eyebrows just slightly arched; and a strong, straight nose.
Personality
Sivan is cautiously friendly. Neither of his parent races was particularly kind to him, and so he tries to see people as individuals rather than exemplars of race or nation or class. If life has been unfair, at least he knows to snatch at an opportunity when it arises. He will get his and then get out of the way so others can get theirs, as it were. Moving between Sol'Valen and Dalquia, his language acquisition years were spent acquiring elven tongues, and so Common is still a work in progress. Even as he progresses, he will vacillate between using what he knows and relying upon his interpreter homunculus. Regardless, he has a lot to say, but not always the patience to communicate clearly, which he dearly wants to do. This can trigger his Dratori temper, which he tries to keep in check.
Berserker: Inside every Dratori there lingers the touch of Ilixidor's dark magic that brought about their creation. While this has evolved to be that of a more fiery and passionate nature as opposed to just abject rage, the risk still remains. A Dratori who becomes overwhelmed with negative emotions runs the risk of entering a berserker state where they cannot distinguish between friend or foe. The Dratori must either be shocked out of this state of mind or it must run its course until they collapse in exhaustion which could take a considerable amount of time depending on the stamina of the individual Dratori.
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Opposites attract. So it was with a young Dratori woman of good breeding working in Silfanore with the diplomatic corps and a young lowborn Hytori man with big dreams. Sparks flew. Fire caught. A babe was born. When the mother's career called her back to her people, the father's dreams lay in another direction. So it might not have been love, but a long-term infatuation. Or perhaps it was love, but not the lasting kind.
Young Sivan didn't shine quite bright enough for the Hytori, and when they settled again with the Dratori in Dalquor, he was too different again. Too light, too fine — any time he caught someone's attention, it seemed they took him the wrong way, reading arrogance where there was none until, finally, there was some.
Though he favored his absent father physically, the spirits spoke to him as they did his Dratori peers. He also had his rages as they did. But studying magic helped him put the spirits into a context his early education among the Hytori could parse. It focused his mind in a way that seemed to prevent rages. This was especially helpful when his mother married a Dratori man and began to have Dratori children. She loved him, but he did remind her of someone she would like to forget. His stepfather was kind, but did not understand him. His siblings were young enough that he was normal to them, but their small affections were not enough to bind him to Dalquia.
He left as soon as he was able, with his mother's begrudging blessing. Sunrunner had been a nickname given to him for his sunny appearance and his habit of running away to commune with the spirits. It stuck. He took it for his surname.
Sivan went first back to Sol'Valen, but his childhood memories had gone rose-colored as he struggled in Dalquia. The grass was always greener, and so he didn't stay for long. He learned a thing or two, then left with an instructor heading to the Free Cities. This elder had taken him under his wing, but saw that he did not feel right among the Hytori and so offered this escape while still having an elven influence.
The elder had been strange for a Hytori as well, and perhaps that was why he chose to spend his last years abroad, experiencing as many things as he could before his time came. When he died, Sivan grieved. The only one who grieved more was the master's Awoken, who went a little mad. Luckily, not too mad. Luckily, Sivan seemed to intuit the mental instabilities it faced, finding them similar enough to his own berserker tendencies.
They quit that city after performing the master's chosen rites, heading for Kalzasi, where Sivan had never been. The Awoken translated for him as he only spoke elven languages with any fluency. They didn't reach Kalzasi before winter came, but that worked out for one other person: a Fae'ethalan who seemed to be cursed.
Taking him along, Sivan thought he would stay in Kalzasi for a while. He had heard good things about their Academy and their embracing of magic. Perhaps he could learn enough of alchemy to help his Awoken friend, and enough Affliction to unravel his new friend's curse.
Laurevere Val'Istra