EvolutionKB
First Post
With some renewed interest decided to go with background before crunch.
[sblock=Background]Avron Hekler, son of a pair of crossed lovers. Mother from the House of Deneith, father from the House of Tharashk. His parents, a pair that loved adventure, travel, and doing what is right. Unfortunately, love is supposed to stop at house boundaries. Not in this case though. The lovers left their houses, and everything the family name had given them, all in pursuit of something more. Adventuring was a suitable profession for both. They fully trusted one another, and danger wasn’t an issue, until one day. Avron’s parents approached Barovia. They intended to enter the valley, they had heard it contained a powerful curse. The night before crossing the border, his mother awakened feeling extremely sick and her own medical training confirmed what they had feared. She was with child.
The pair turned back before entering the valley, not knowing how the power of the curse or the trouble they would find within would affect their unborn child. The pair settled in a small town in Karrnath, because his pregnant mother was having trouble traveling now and because of being excoriated from their houses, the small town would hide their presence. Avron’s mother, a strong woman who had her fair share of injuries while adventuring didn’t survive the childbirthing process, whether it was because of old injuries that had affected her internally, or some other reason is unknown. Avron’s father was horribly affected by the death of his lover. He became increasingly angry at the world and even abusive to his son, something that was not within his personality. The folk of the small town in which they lived pleaded with the man to give up the child and he eventually did. He intended to leave town as well, giving up his child to a local family. The wealth he had from his days of adventuring was given to the family as well. He had no use of them where he was going. After leaving town, he was found hanging dead from the branch of an old rotten tree in the middle of a field. A single crow stood on a branching.
Avron tooks his adoptive family’s name for he knew not of his parents’ bloodlines. From a young age he was very intelligent. At the small schoolhouse the town used, Avron soon eclipsed the older students in his breadth and depth of knowledge. Avron learned more of the outside world through small caravans that came through. And they learned of him as well. They learned of the young man who taught villagers Elven after picking it up from passersby. They learned of the teen that shared stories and drinks with adventurers that passed through. Eventually word spread far enough of the learned man that those in higher places sought him out. Morgrave came first, coming to recruit the prodigy to learn at their academy. The price was steep for a simple man like Avron, but he had saved much of his families fortune, and set out for a wider world. Working at Morgrave came to mean more field work; more field work meant more danger. He was sent into Q’barra and the Shadow Marches on several expeditions. He took to it like his parents did, storing all his newly gained knowledge inside his brain.
That is when it first appeared. On the return from The Shadow Marches it appeared on the inside of his forearm. A delicate pattern of purplish black color, when he willed it, an invisible shield of force would appear in front of him. He surely knew it was an aberrant mark. He remembered the whispered words of the townsfolk where he grew up, he knew his “parents” did not share any of his features. Could his parents have been of the Dragonmarked houses?
Avron researched Dragonmarks and the source of his real parents tirelessly. Soon after, The Twelve inquired about his services. Avron almost declined his membership into their ranks. He convinced himself that he could keep his own mark hidden, and continue his research with those with the best knowledge of the subject. He took a myriad of tasks and missions for The Twelve. This final one was the most dangerous though. He knew somehow that he would not return, but he knew that what he found would change him forever. Once they walked the countyside, things began to fall into place. They traveled through the small town where he had grown up, and into Barovia itself.
Sitting and waiting was getting on Avron’s nerves. Doubt plagued his mind, he had learned of the curse here. Was his mark some sort of effect of the curse? He was beginning to have nightmares. He was himself as an child, his father beating him for a minor wrong, soon his father’s face became that of Mateusz Ochem’s. He became more and more paranoid that something bad was going to happen very soon, he had visions of a horde of undead pulling him from his bedroll and ripping him apart. Something had to be done, somebody needs to know. The combat capable group that was hired by The Twelve, they would work, they were his only hope.[/sblock]
[sblock=Quirks] Before returning to the valley, Avron was a knowledgeable and able-minded man. Now back near his home, stranded in a valley with a boss who could make a ogre look cruel, he has gone mad. The sanity that shows through from time to time is amazingly intelligent and empathetic. Most of the time Avron shows signs of his mental state, seeing things, cursing at nothing, cackling maniacally and telling all of their impending doom.[/sblock]
[sblock=Appearance] Avron formerly wore fine clothes. Now his appearance is quite different. The clothes are ripped and stained. His greasy blonde hair is though he cut it with a dagger without the aid of a mirror(and indeed he did). A stubble of a beard coats his cheeks and chin. If one would peel the bracer off his right forearm, one could see recently healed scars where it appears he tried to cut off his dragonmark. His mark is about the size and shape of a clawed human hand, colored purplish black on the inside of his right forearm. His grey eyes constantly dart back and forth, looking for imagined dangers. When excited he spits when he talks, and foam gathers at the corners of his mouth.[/sblock]
[sblock=Background]Avron Hekler, son of a pair of crossed lovers. Mother from the House of Deneith, father from the House of Tharashk. His parents, a pair that loved adventure, travel, and doing what is right. Unfortunately, love is supposed to stop at house boundaries. Not in this case though. The lovers left their houses, and everything the family name had given them, all in pursuit of something more. Adventuring was a suitable profession for both. They fully trusted one another, and danger wasn’t an issue, until one day. Avron’s parents approached Barovia. They intended to enter the valley, they had heard it contained a powerful curse. The night before crossing the border, his mother awakened feeling extremely sick and her own medical training confirmed what they had feared. She was with child.
The pair turned back before entering the valley, not knowing how the power of the curse or the trouble they would find within would affect their unborn child. The pair settled in a small town in Karrnath, because his pregnant mother was having trouble traveling now and because of being excoriated from their houses, the small town would hide their presence. Avron’s mother, a strong woman who had her fair share of injuries while adventuring didn’t survive the childbirthing process, whether it was because of old injuries that had affected her internally, or some other reason is unknown. Avron’s father was horribly affected by the death of his lover. He became increasingly angry at the world and even abusive to his son, something that was not within his personality. The folk of the small town in which they lived pleaded with the man to give up the child and he eventually did. He intended to leave town as well, giving up his child to a local family. The wealth he had from his days of adventuring was given to the family as well. He had no use of them where he was going. After leaving town, he was found hanging dead from the branch of an old rotten tree in the middle of a field. A single crow stood on a branching.
Avron tooks his adoptive family’s name for he knew not of his parents’ bloodlines. From a young age he was very intelligent. At the small schoolhouse the town used, Avron soon eclipsed the older students in his breadth and depth of knowledge. Avron learned more of the outside world through small caravans that came through. And they learned of him as well. They learned of the young man who taught villagers Elven after picking it up from passersby. They learned of the teen that shared stories and drinks with adventurers that passed through. Eventually word spread far enough of the learned man that those in higher places sought him out. Morgrave came first, coming to recruit the prodigy to learn at their academy. The price was steep for a simple man like Avron, but he had saved much of his families fortune, and set out for a wider world. Working at Morgrave came to mean more field work; more field work meant more danger. He was sent into Q’barra and the Shadow Marches on several expeditions. He took to it like his parents did, storing all his newly gained knowledge inside his brain.
That is when it first appeared. On the return from The Shadow Marches it appeared on the inside of his forearm. A delicate pattern of purplish black color, when he willed it, an invisible shield of force would appear in front of him. He surely knew it was an aberrant mark. He remembered the whispered words of the townsfolk where he grew up, he knew his “parents” did not share any of his features. Could his parents have been of the Dragonmarked houses?
Avron researched Dragonmarks and the source of his real parents tirelessly. Soon after, The Twelve inquired about his services. Avron almost declined his membership into their ranks. He convinced himself that he could keep his own mark hidden, and continue his research with those with the best knowledge of the subject. He took a myriad of tasks and missions for The Twelve. This final one was the most dangerous though. He knew somehow that he would not return, but he knew that what he found would change him forever. Once they walked the countyside, things began to fall into place. They traveled through the small town where he had grown up, and into Barovia itself.
Sitting and waiting was getting on Avron’s nerves. Doubt plagued his mind, he had learned of the curse here. Was his mark some sort of effect of the curse? He was beginning to have nightmares. He was himself as an child, his father beating him for a minor wrong, soon his father’s face became that of Mateusz Ochem’s. He became more and more paranoid that something bad was going to happen very soon, he had visions of a horde of undead pulling him from his bedroll and ripping him apart. Something had to be done, somebody needs to know. The combat capable group that was hired by The Twelve, they would work, they were his only hope.[/sblock]
[sblock=Quirks] Before returning to the valley, Avron was a knowledgeable and able-minded man. Now back near his home, stranded in a valley with a boss who could make a ogre look cruel, he has gone mad. The sanity that shows through from time to time is amazingly intelligent and empathetic. Most of the time Avron shows signs of his mental state, seeing things, cursing at nothing, cackling maniacally and telling all of their impending doom.[/sblock]
[sblock=Appearance] Avron formerly wore fine clothes. Now his appearance is quite different. The clothes are ripped and stained. His greasy blonde hair is though he cut it with a dagger without the aid of a mirror(and indeed he did). A stubble of a beard coats his cheeks and chin. If one would peel the bracer off his right forearm, one could see recently healed scars where it appears he tried to cut off his dragonmark. His mark is about the size and shape of a clawed human hand, colored purplish black on the inside of his right forearm. His grey eyes constantly dart back and forth, looking for imagined dangers. When excited he spits when he talks, and foam gathers at the corners of his mouth.[/sblock]
