Name: Avin Sarpedon
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Description: At 5' 4'' Avin will never grow to be a big man, though his timid posture and quiet shyness make him appear smaller than he actually is. He is thin, albeit not emaciated, with limbs that suggest a fast runner. His ice-blue eyes droop down at the corners, and his black hair falls forward into them, giving him a sad and victimized appearance. He has a fondness for wearing vests, which he salvaged from the orphanage's closets and storage rooms.
Personality: Shy and dreamy, that's Avin in a nutshell. He almost never talks, unless prodded into doing so, then one or two words is usually all that can be squeezed out of him. He does his chores without complaint, avoids drawing attention to himself whenever he can, and slips away to be alone at every opportunity. The library is his favorite hangout, and he has read every fairy tale, epic, and medieval history book many times over. Staring out the library window at the world outside, he imagines there is something wonderful out there, unseen and beautiful and shrouded in mist...
Background: Not much to say here. Avin grew up in Aunt Roberta's orphanage. He likes to envvision his father as a great warrior and his mother a beautiful princess, but in fact his documents mark him an illegitimate child whose mother died of alcohol poisoning. He has never had a real friend.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Description: At 5' 4'' Avin will never grow to be a big man, though his timid posture and quiet shyness make him appear smaller than he actually is. He is thin, albeit not emaciated, with limbs that suggest a fast runner. His ice-blue eyes droop down at the corners, and his black hair falls forward into them, giving him a sad and victimized appearance. He has a fondness for wearing vests, which he salvaged from the orphanage's closets and storage rooms.
Personality: Shy and dreamy, that's Avin in a nutshell. He almost never talks, unless prodded into doing so, then one or two words is usually all that can be squeezed out of him. He does his chores without complaint, avoids drawing attention to himself whenever he can, and slips away to be alone at every opportunity. The library is his favorite hangout, and he has read every fairy tale, epic, and medieval history book many times over. Staring out the library window at the world outside, he imagines there is something wonderful out there, unseen and beautiful and shrouded in mist...
Background: Not much to say here. Avin grew up in Aunt Roberta's orphanage. He likes to envvision his father as a great warrior and his mother a beautiful princess, but in fact his documents mark him an illegitimate child whose mother died of alcohol poisoning. He has never had a real friend.
