Ravnir Star Treader of No Clan is a Raiken, an exile of the Raiconian Alliance. He currently drifts from place to place without a clear purpose, although he does try to think of a way to go home. Currently, he has found a 'home' with the Phoenix Team
Species | Raiken | Age | 28 |
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Weight | 2,190 lbs (993kg) | Height | 9'0“ (2.74m) |
Affiliations | Exile of the Raiconian Alliance, Exile of his birthclan, Nurinkos, Friend to Phoenix Team | ||
Occupation | Outcast | Organisation | Phoenix Team |
Rank | None | Home | Ranil'inas |
Theme | The Nightmare Ends - Alex Roe |
For a Raiken, Ravnir is rather lanky. He is tall, but he lacks the necessary bulk to make an intimidating presence, at least to his own people.
“Spellblades, a unique breed of fighters who mix magic with sword to achieve devastating results.”
Psychology: Ravnir is a deceptively deep thinker, despite his brutish appearance. This comes in part from being outcast from his people. From the outside, he studied people and learned how they work. It wasn't until he was exiled that he truly learned that they feared him and he sought a way to alleviate that concern to be reunited with his family. His study into magic has lead him into deep introspection, where he has pondered various philosophical topics alone. Still, through all of his thought, he doesn't understand why the world acts as it does, even when clear answers for its problems are provided to it.
In a more normal setting, where he isn't pondering away his time by himself, he takes far more straight-forward paths in his thought process. If you want something, you go and get it. If you want to fight, you fight. This sort of thinking is ingrained from his upbringing and is the same sort of thought process that most Raiken share. When the situation isn't so clear-cut or he doesn't allow it to be so clear-cut, Ravnir will put his mind to work.
Ravnir is a caster, an oddity among his people. As such, he was exiled for his abilities. Still, that did not keep him from practicing and refining his talents. Each spell he learns is through hearing a tale, following the tradition of Raiken story-telling. He is able to teach his spells to other magic-users of his race through telling tales and is able to learn in the same manner. His spells, like most Raiken casters, revolve around the manipulation of rock and metal, including the rock and metal in his own scales. Ravnir's personal spark is fire. To actually cast each spell, there is usually some small motion that must be made, particular to the spell being cast. Ravnir will say what the spell is in his native tongue as he does so.
Overuse of his casting abilities start to have physical side-effects, such as dizziness and muscle weakness. It can go as far as Ravnir blacking out.
”…And he stood against thousands, arms held wide. Wounds covered his body, but he did not falter. Instead he cried out to the horde, 'As long as I have clan to protect, I shall not fall!'“
”… the blade skittered across the bloodied ground, the hilt stopping next to his foot. He reached for the weapon, but it did not give. 'A warrior's weapon is an extension of their body. They fight together and never can they betray one another' The defeated warrior answered before reaching for their blade and slaying the other.“
”…her foot met the earth and the force echoed across the sea. Mountains shattered, forests burnt, and rivers froze at the power of her voice, 'Move aside'. The world trembled.“
”…when that fool of a sage uttered the word, they did not know the pain and joy they had wrought. The ruinous existence of seeking pleasures, rather than survival. An endless quest with temporary joy, but eternal despair.“
”… and he looked to the flames with one hand held high, set to tame them like any other beast. ‘Follow my will!’ He roared. The flames obeyed.“
Personality - Ravnir is generally a talkative individual to anyone he meets, although he refrains from speaking to his kin, in fear that they will accuse him of heresy for his latent magical talents. He's inherently curious, breaking the mold of most traditionalist Raiken. He seeks out new and interesting things, although he is wary of many of them. His temperament can get a little dicey depending on the situation. He keeps a cool head most of the time, but it isn't unusual for him to lash out in a fit of rage, causing significant damage in the process. After being alone for so long, he seeks closer company that his clan would normally provide for him.
If Ravnir was compared to the majority of his kin, one would think he was the best natured Raiken out there, lacking most of the overtly aggressive behaviors that his kin share. That does not mean he isn't willing to fight at the drop of a hat. Ravnir will gladly engage in a fight or spar, a lasting tradition of his kin.
Ravnir has picked up the use of Basic through his travels, although he can have troubles remembering words or phrases correctly. Despite his time away from his people, he still speaks fluent Nulsaa vi Raiken (Speak of Raiken). He doesn't usually use his native tongue unless he is angry or inebriated. He will also cast using his native tongue.
Ravnir's upbringing was nothing out of the ordinary for his race. He was born to Clan Nurinkos, his father and mother were both farmers. He helped with the fields, he learned with the other children of the clan and sparred with them too. Some of the clan members were suspicious of his strange eye color and markings, but his parents shielded him. They needed the hands on the fields.
He grew like any other, quickly. Although, while his compatriots grew in size and height, Ravnir only grew in height. He wasn't saved from the ridicule it brought on from some of his peers. To be a Raiken was to be strong and Ravnir certainly didn't look it with his lanky appearance, despite all the work in the fields. He dealt with it and dealt with those who thought to challenge the 'weakling'. It was during one of those spars that his magical talent came forth. Ravnir cast 'Lorsk' for his first time and in his anger, he had killed his opponent.
The Clan was willing to overlook the murder, as it was somewhat common during spars, but they weren't willing to overlook the means. Magic. He had no idea what he had done or how he had done it. After being treated like a prisoner, he escaped and ran. He stowed himself away on a cargo vessel at the nearest spaceport while his Clan hunted for him.
Ravnir has been traveling for the better part of eight years, learning about the wider world's beautiful and ugly sides. He's been around, always looking for something new, making the best of his exile. His inherent curiosity led him to deepen his connection to his magic and ponder the world. Currently, he's doing as he has always done, wandering between planets, running from the Alliance if he thought they were close or following rumors of something interesting to be found. He spends a lot of time in taverns, bars, and pubs as well, trying to find the camaraderie and brotherhood that his kin always shared.
Ravnir's upbringing taught him much, mostly in the fields of physical prowess as Raiken warrior culture demands. Still, he has learned much in his travels, where he has been free to explore his magical talents without fear of reprisal. There has been no shortages of opportunities to display what he has learned in the streets either.
Ravnir and his 'Delsir' weapon, which he refers to as 'Cirul Aira', are a seamless pair. Although his blade is never truly the same each time he summons it, he fights with it as if he has never parted from it. He is capable of wielding it and weapons like it, with incredible familiarity.
Ravnir is more than capable of fighting without 'Cirul Aira' or other weapons. He is well-versed in how Raiken typically administer force, which is through sheer strength. Finer techniques are not lost on him, reversals and using ones power against themselves is another cornerstone of Raiken martial arts and Ravnir is no stranger. Of course, with the typical bunch he encounters outside of his home system, his power alone usually wins a fight.
Ravnir may not be the bulkiest of his kin, but that doesn't mean he isn't fit. His wiry build holds no less strength than any other fit members of his race. He exercises frequently and ensures to balance his diet according to his needs.
Ravnir is not easily distracted when he has a goal in mind. Learned from hours of introspection and meditation, Ravnir has a solid grip on his own mind and thoughts. This is not to say he does not feel and act on emotion however.
Merely being exposed to the magical realm has heightened Ravnir's senses. Although he is not educated on the wider use of magic, nor its origins, he does sense when something is changing in it.
Ravnir's study of spells has almost entirely come from his own introspection. Without a mentor, he has searched and experimented on his own, meaning it is less than perfect, but still refined. When he uses a spell, it usually achieves the result he intends. The exception is 'Delsir', which he has practiced far more than any other spell. His link to Cirul Aira is fairly strong.
Ravnir makes an honest attempt at telling a good story, but he is far from practiced. He has been away from his people for such a long time that he has started to forget how the story-tellers evoke true emotion with their words.
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Ravnir is rather poor, although he does not see himself as poor. Where he comes from, there is no currency, so he does not see having a lack of currency as a problem. He does see having a distinct lack of food as a problem and he will frequently trade favors for some. Either that or he steals it with little thought to the consequences. As such, he is frequently relocating to avoid potential pursuers and authorities.
Wallet Total: 4000
Outcast.