Movrin
"Death is the epiphany of life, the first great end and beginning. It is a gift akin to life. Improper death, like improper life, is a curse, which should be reserved for one's greatest enemies."
Appearance
Refined and brute at the same time. Movrin is delicate in the same way he is strongly built, human in the same way he is elvish, unusual in the same way he is mundane.
He is ginger and almost unnaturally pale, which goes together well enough to seem normal. His gestures are narrow and controlled, his posture always straight and steps flowing like a river, carrying a certain elegance. But above all it is his voice that charms: low, quiet, but clear and enthralling as a deep stream.
He is ginger and almost unnaturally pale, which goes together well enough to seem normal. His gestures are narrow and controlled, his posture always straight and steps flowing like a river, carrying a certain elegance. But above all it is his voice that charms: low, quiet, but clear and enthralling as a deep stream.
Skills and Abilities
Strengths
Undertaking: As his main profession requires, Movrin is familiar with different burial traditions, magical rituals and more pragmatic aspects of undertaking.
Familiarity with death: Movrin is generally very close with anything that might involve death or the dead. He knows its main causes, different ways to die and be killed, the myths and legends concerning death. Oftentimes he is able to sense any intent concerning death nearby (as the wish to kill or desire to die).
Necromancy: Movrin is familiar with necromancy, although he rarely actually uses his knowledge to raise dead, he deems it improper. Most of his skills are aimed at undertaking, securing a safe passage for the soul as well as the body. He can contact recently deceased people.
Education: Movrin likes to call himself a scholar, and it is easy to believe his words, because he may hold a conversation on complex magic as well as philosophy or even mathematics. He is well-educated and almost exudes this fact.
Blood magic: Movrin is, to some extent, familiar with some kinds of blood magic, mostly as supporting rituals in his main discipline of necromancy. He can be a rather poor healer if necessary, as well as slightly better killer. He rarely uses his magic offensively.
Rune magic: Once his main course in College of Elbion, now rarely used by him. Movrin has extensive knowledge in this discipline, but his lack of active practice outside of some very particular areas has made him rusty.
Familiarity with death: Movrin is generally very close with anything that might involve death or the dead. He knows its main causes, different ways to die and be killed, the myths and legends concerning death. Oftentimes he is able to sense any intent concerning death nearby (as the wish to kill or desire to die).
Necromancy: Movrin is familiar with necromancy, although he rarely actually uses his knowledge to raise dead, he deems it improper. Most of his skills are aimed at undertaking, securing a safe passage for the soul as well as the body. He can contact recently deceased people.
Education: Movrin likes to call himself a scholar, and it is easy to believe his words, because he may hold a conversation on complex magic as well as philosophy or even mathematics. He is well-educated and almost exudes this fact.
Blood magic: Movrin is, to some extent, familiar with some kinds of blood magic, mostly as supporting rituals in his main discipline of necromancy. He can be a rather poor healer if necessary, as well as slightly better killer. He rarely uses his magic offensively.
Rune magic: Once his main course in College of Elbion, now rarely used by him. Movrin has extensive knowledge in this discipline, but his lack of active practice outside of some very particular areas has made him rusty.
Weaknesses
Poor combatant: Movrin doesn't like using his magic for fighting and he has almost no skill with any weapons. He isn't completely helpless, but he doesn't like brute kinds of violence. If he has to engage in battle, he will very rarely go for the kill.
Dark obsessions: Obviously, death isn't the favorite subject of most people. Because of this Movrin is often excluded from the general society, shunned by some and disliked by others. Even people that are more open-minded usually have hard time relating to his interests. In some places his skill-set might even be considered illegal.
Solidarity: Movrin's way of life doesn't often include long-term company. He has difficulty relating to other people, even if he understands them well enough, and his general personality isn't the most accommodating for most friendships. He might not often accept it himself, but Movrin does generally feel quite lonely.
Dark obsessions: Obviously, death isn't the favorite subject of most people. Because of this Movrin is often excluded from the general society, shunned by some and disliked by others. Even people that are more open-minded usually have hard time relating to his interests. In some places his skill-set might even be considered illegal.
Solidarity: Movrin's way of life doesn't often include long-term company. He has difficulty relating to other people, even if he understands them well enough, and his general personality isn't the most accommodating for most friendships. He might not often accept it himself, but Movrin does generally feel quite lonely.
Personality
Dry, distant and sharp-witted. For the most part.
Despite what you might think, you are probably far less likely to die in the company of this man than in that of others. Movrin sees death as something sacred, although he is keen on learning anything about it, he only kills if it is "proper", meaning that it is following his own inner code of justice. He believes that death should be as beautiful as birth, and killing for the sake of it is dirty and sickening, not in the physical, but moral sense.
He cherishes the thought of his own death, although he never rushes towards it. He believes in good timing before all.
However, Movrin doesn't avoid the company of the living, on the contrary, he is always happy for a worthy companion in his never-ending journey towards knowledge and perfection.
Despite what you might think, you are probably far less likely to die in the company of this man than in that of others. Movrin sees death as something sacred, although he is keen on learning anything about it, he only kills if it is "proper", meaning that it is following his own inner code of justice. He believes that death should be as beautiful as birth, and killing for the sake of it is dirty and sickening, not in the physical, but moral sense.
He cherishes the thought of his own death, although he never rushes towards it. He believes in good timing before all.
However, Movrin doesn't avoid the company of the living, on the contrary, he is always happy for a worthy companion in his never-ending journey towards knowledge and perfection.
Biography & Lore
Movrin was born in Fal'Addas, and the simple fact of his birth was a disgrace for his whole family, because his father was an elf, his mother was a human, and neither of their relatives liked the mingling of their blood. Yet there he were, alive and named, and therefore they had to care for him, a disease in their family.
The elven city would never really become his home. How could it?
His relationship with his father's family was cold and distant, and, as he became more mature, Movrin started to think that his father had started to regret the existence of his son at some point. He didn't blame him. After all, life was a complicated thing.
But Movrin also knew that he couldn't stay in Fal'Addas, he wasn't meant for this place. His mother knew it too. So, in one faithful morning, they set out to her birthplace, the city of Elbion, the capital of knowledge and culture. This was the first place Movrin fell in love with.
He studied in the College of Elbion for some years, finding out his affinity for both magical and scientific disciplines, but he never really found true satisfaction in them. He drank knowledge more eagerly than water, but there was always some thirst left, as if he could never fulfill himself enough through simple education.
It probably wasn't hard to sense that in him, because Elbion always had attentive eyes and ears, hands ready to throw carefully prepared nets, and Movrin got entangled in one of those. It pulled him into the city's underground, a hidden place were more darken, forbidden disciplines were practiced. And while he soon found out that he didn't share the blood-lust and love for the darkness for the sake of darkness that others had there, Movrin discovered that there was one topic that fascinated him above all. Death. Perhaps it was because he was always thought that it would be the best path for him by his family, not by words, but gestures and intentions. Perhaps because it was shunned and avoided, like he used to be. Or, perhaps, there was another reason.
Movrin never really found out the answer, but he had found a path for himself now, and so, after graduating from college, he set out to find a place where he could learn more about death. He didn't want to merely be a skilled killer, that thought repulsed him, he didn't want to raise the dead, he wanted to understand them, their path. World wasn't too keen on helping him, so Movrin had to find information through rumors and whispered stories. It was a long journey, almost like chasing smoke on a windy day, but after years of travel, he finally got the thread he had been looking for.
It led him to a closed and well-guarded village in the depths of Amol-Kalit, where there were still many followers of a deity more powerful than others. Death. They weren't too happy to accept outsiders, but Movrin was stubborn enough to prove his devotion as well as skill in magical disciplines. His partially elven blood was the last marble needed to make the scales shift in his favor.
Like this, he got accepted as an apprentice of these priests of death.
It was many years later when he walked out from the village, now a different man altogether. He was wiser, more knowledgeable and skilled, and he knew now what his calling was.
The elven city would never really become his home. How could it?
His relationship with his father's family was cold and distant, and, as he became more mature, Movrin started to think that his father had started to regret the existence of his son at some point. He didn't blame him. After all, life was a complicated thing.
But Movrin also knew that he couldn't stay in Fal'Addas, he wasn't meant for this place. His mother knew it too. So, in one faithful morning, they set out to her birthplace, the city of Elbion, the capital of knowledge and culture. This was the first place Movrin fell in love with.
He studied in the College of Elbion for some years, finding out his affinity for both magical and scientific disciplines, but he never really found true satisfaction in them. He drank knowledge more eagerly than water, but there was always some thirst left, as if he could never fulfill himself enough through simple education.
It probably wasn't hard to sense that in him, because Elbion always had attentive eyes and ears, hands ready to throw carefully prepared nets, and Movrin got entangled in one of those. It pulled him into the city's underground, a hidden place were more darken, forbidden disciplines were practiced. And while he soon found out that he didn't share the blood-lust and love for the darkness for the sake of darkness that others had there, Movrin discovered that there was one topic that fascinated him above all. Death. Perhaps it was because he was always thought that it would be the best path for him by his family, not by words, but gestures and intentions. Perhaps because it was shunned and avoided, like he used to be. Or, perhaps, there was another reason.
Movrin never really found out the answer, but he had found a path for himself now, and so, after graduating from college, he set out to find a place where he could learn more about death. He didn't want to merely be a skilled killer, that thought repulsed him, he didn't want to raise the dead, he wanted to understand them, their path. World wasn't too keen on helping him, so Movrin had to find information through rumors and whispered stories. It was a long journey, almost like chasing smoke on a windy day, but after years of travel, he finally got the thread he had been looking for.
It led him to a closed and well-guarded village in the depths of Amol-Kalit, where there were still many followers of a deity more powerful than others. Death. They weren't too happy to accept outsiders, but Movrin was stubborn enough to prove his devotion as well as skill in magical disciplines. His partially elven blood was the last marble needed to make the scales shift in his favor.
Like this, he got accepted as an apprentice of these priests of death.
It was many years later when he walked out from the village, now a different man altogether. He was wiser, more knowledgeable and skilled, and he knew now what his calling was.
