❂ Shavas

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10/21/2017 Shavas won a custom slot
10/20/2017 Shavas' Character Quest is approved!


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Name: Shavas
Stage: Prentice -> Swordsman -> Knight -> Assassin
Race: Oban
Gender/Pronouns: Female/She/Her
Relationship Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Unexplored
3 Base Traits: Proud, Vivacious, Tempestuous
Personality:
Shavas is a very vivacious young lady. Animated and lively, her energy tends to draw and hold people's attention, not always for the best reasons. She tends to cause an uproar among her family's acquaintances. She smiles often and has a wild sort of innocence about her, in that she often acts without regard for the consequences but without any ill intent. Throughout her life, she hasn't experienced very many negative consequences that have had a lasting impact in her, and her behavior reflects very limited self control. She is the sort of girl who can easily recruit followers with her wicked sense of humor and contagious laugh. She is very physical person in the expression of her emotions, for better and for worse. When she's happy she wants to hug everyone, she kisses people on the cheek, squeezes their hands. basically charming those around her, especially those who don't know her overly well.Those who have know that she is a spitfire when riled, prone to throwing a punch or a drink at someone. This causes plenty of drama and irritation among her peers and elders, she has a bit of a reputation because of it, but because there have never been any particularly dire repercussions for her actions up to this point, she sees no problem with her behavior and continues with it, much to the irritation of her peers and chagrin of her father and siblings.

Shavas is a warrior minded young lady with a taste for the finer things in life. She loves extravagant parties and food. She is equally happy at either a banquet or knocking heads together. It is an odd mix as she is very meticulous on managing her appearance, gods help her opponent if they mess up her hair, because she will go berserk. Shavas enjoys draping herself in fine clothing and jewelry over her fighting gear and elaborately styling her hair. Much of her vanity is the brittle pride of youth, and misplaced priorities resulting from a sheltered upbringing. Much of her temper is because she grew up without much discipline and she is self centered enough at this point in her life that she doesn't think a ton about how her actions impact others (This is something she will eventually learn to deal with). Shavas absolutely preens when someone makes a positive comment on her appearance and turns into a defensive hissy cat at any slight. This makes it quite difficult for her to get any meaningful feedback or to grow particularly close to anyone outside of her family, as once they realize she cannot take criticism, they begin to walk on eggshells around her, fearing and yet morbidly hoping for an explosion of temper fueled spectacle from the notorious young lady. Shavas does the best with people who are willing to tell her how it is and ride out her temper until she is willing to listen to reason, but not many bother.

History:
Shavas is the youngest of three children of a lesser noble house in Oba. While not extremely wealthy, they have enough to live in relative luxury. She was born near the end of the great war between Oba and the rest of Tendaji and thus has little memory of the events that transpired. Her mother passed away a few years ago from a wasting illness, her father is an ex warrior who fought in the Oban war. Shavas' Brother is the eldest sibling, and heir. Shavas' sister is gearing to be married in a month or so and will be moving out of their family home to live with her husband's family soon. Shavas has never been a particularly obedient child, much to her family's frustration. She basically does what she wants first and accepts the consequences after, for example, blackening the eye of the son of a neighboring noble house who had been spreading falsehoods about her family to some of their peers.

Her father was present during the surrender at the end of the war, he was an officer, but had no choice in the decision to surrender. He was forced to follow orders despite his reluctance, some of the other influential families choose to see it as a sign of weakness and a source for gossip. This has been a sore point and has cultivated much bitterness towards outsiders, and while he does not outright preach these things to his children, his opinion has always been clear and accepted as accurate. Her father was raised in a time when the Matori were slaves and thus he sees them as such still, Shavas is not quite as old fashioned as he, the Matori have been free since her first memories, but she still unconsciously sees them as less than the Obans. She wouldn't say that about herself, but she has prejudices and stereotypes about the Matori as being more servile that shape her interactions with them, she holds no hate in her heart for them, it is born of ignorance and being raised in a system that encourages that pattern of thinking.

While Shavas mourns her mother's passing in her own way, she did not have the typical mother-daughter relationship with her. There was detached affection and a sense of duty, but her mother was not overly involved in the day to day aspects of raising her children, they had servants and teachers to do that. She basically supervised and guided their upbringing, with others doing the dirty work. When she passed, much of that work had been accomplished and while the household went into official mourning, not much changed beneath the surface. Shavas' sister simply stepped into the role of organizing their family's social obligations as practice for her upcoming marriage. Shavas' family would have her step into the role once her sister leaves, but she has little to no interest and is not shy about sharing the fact.

As the youngest of three, Shavas has a fierce independent streak. She already had an elder sister and an elder brother, so she was technically 'the spare,' and her upbringing was much more relaxed and less structured than her siblings. It was so not much an overt attitude her family directed at her, as simply a natural evolution in parenting style. Her parents had wanted to get everything perfect when raising her brother and closely monitored his schooling and training, they were more relaxed with her sister, and Shavas even more so. There was never this huge emphasis of her needing to find her proper place as a young girl and she was often left to her own devices, which suited her nicely. Her elder siblings follow their duty to their family, they are quite a bit older than Shavas and secure in themselves and what they want, they see Shavas as charming, but naive, but they also assume that her wildness and stubborn streak will fade as she matures.

Shavas' family's finances are unstable, and her father seeks to arrange a suitable marriage for Shavas' future, to hopefully offset some of that financial burden. While Shavas is fiercely loyal to her family, she is loyal to her own desires first and she has told anyone who will listen that she will happily resort to cavorting about the marketplace naked and embarrassing their family for years to come rather than be sold like a prized animal. She is going to be a warrior, and has no desire for a husband (right now). It is a constant point of contention between Shavas and her elders. Her relationship with her father and brother is loving, if somewhat strained, he often tries to steer her down the 'right' path, and she usually laughs him off, despite this, she looks up to her brother a great deal. He has always been kind to her and has always treated her with respect. Her relationship with her sister is quite distant, they were never particularly close, and while Shavas won't tolerate anyone talking badly about her, she finds her tiresome and boring, they don't share many of the same interests and they've always been at very different developmental stages, so they tend to just leave each other alone. Shavas loved her mother and had a distant sort of admiration for her, but they were quite different in temperament. Her mother was very quiet and serene and found Shavas' rambunctious nature quite distressing most of the time. They never grew close, but this has never been particularly bothersome to Shavas. Thats just the way things have been in her life and she accepts that as her version of normal.
 

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Growth Requirements Progress

Prentice-Stage 2:

1 Set-up Journal
1 Month's Time

25 RP Growth Points


+ Rebellion - Journal Entry, 682 words
+ 7 posts in Meta
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Total: 7 points
682 words
[300 word solo] x 2 = 2 points
(Remaining words = 82)
[7 Posts in Meta] = 5 points

xxxx Includes one (900 word minimum) solo is required to show class affinity

1 Completed Class Quest


RP Growth Points
|| 300 word solo = 1 point
|| 10 post RP = 5 points
|| 7 posts in meta = 5 points

|| RPs consisting of two to three characters will have a 10 post minimum requirement per character to count for growth.
|| RPs consisting of more than three characters will have a 7 post minimum (also per character).
|| RPs cannot be added together to create one growth req (ex: two 5 post RPs will not equal a growth requirement)
|| RPs consisting of double the posts can count for 2 Rps (and triple can count for 3, etc.)
|| Owners cannot RP more than one character combined in one post even if they are related or otherwise (ie: Aminah and Sathe cannot have one block of text to count for both of them. Aminah's post should be clearly labeled as her post, and Sathe's should be clearly labeled as her post.)

EXP Growth Points
|| 1 crafting solo = 1 point
|| 1 beast battle = 1 point
|| 1 battle = 2 points

|| EXP growth points include battles and beast battles.
|| Battlers must have at least half of their battle reqs from battling, and beast tamers must have at least half from beast battling.
|| Battlers and Beast Tamers cannot use crafting solos to fill their EXP growth points.

 

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Rebellion

Shavas' room was large, airy, and luxurious. With massive windows that were almost always open to the elements. Currently its heavy doors were closed. The 14 year old was laying on her back with her legs propped against one wall, her head dangling over the edge of the bed as she stared stonily at the elaborate engravings that danced across its' mahogany surface. Shavas fiddled with the tasseled edge of her silken comforter and pouted, cursing her meddlesome sister for 'suggesting' that she spend the morning in her room to cool off from her 'unseemly' outburst at breakfast that morning.

Well. What was she supposed to do when her father and brother insisted on repeatedly inviting over the feeble and priggish son of that wealthy merchant, and that it just so happened to occur whenever they noticed she had any free time scheduled. And that one of them would conveniently happen to find her before suddenly remembering some urgent business and abandoning her with the little beast. She wasn't an airhead, she's informed them at the top of her lungs while the servants stared. A few tittering behind their hands and whispering to each other, but most of them had been around since she was a child and they all knew the youngest daughter of the household to be a tempestuous creature. The attempts at matchmaking had not gone unnoticed amongst them either and they'd known it was only a matter of time before Shavas lost her patience and snapped at her elders.

Shavas kicked the wall for the third time, wincing as her foot protested such treatment. She would have a bruise on her heel, but it was worth it. Her sister's room shared a wall with hers and she wanted to be absolutely sure that Vella suffered for suggesting such unfair treatment.

She would not marry that idiot for love or money, she'd screeched in rage. Her outburst might have been forgiven without punishment, had said idiot not been seated at the breakfast table, having been invited to join the family for the meal.
Her father had paled with anger, while her brother had buried his face in his hands. Her intended paramour had reddened, uttered a few choice expletives, and stormed out of the hall without another word. Shavas had blown him an impudent kiss and wriggled her fingers at him in fond farewell and then calmly sat down and asked her brother to pass the scrambled eggs.

Worth it.

But still entirely unfair. She kicked the wall again. Smiling as she heard Vella bellow with irritation. "STOP THAT THIS INSTANT" she ordered through the wall. Shavas rolled her eyes.

Glancing out the window, Shavas decided it was time for a jail break. She'd been cooped up in here for over an hour, and that was about enough of that. She rolled out of bed, nimbly dropping the the floor as silent as a cat. She would be angelic at dinnertime, the picture of perfect maidenhood. Her brother would forgive her, her father would cool off in a day or two. She knew he wanted to find her a suitable marriage, Vella's impending nuptials loomed over them all and her father wanted to forge yet another alliance.Their family was well off, but her father would not be satisfied with what they already had. He wanted power, and money enough to offset the shame he felt had cast a shadow over his name with the Oban surrender.

Well, Shavas would not be his game piece. She would marry if and when she wanted to, and she certainly wouldn't settle for some horrible lord's son simply because he had deep money bags and connections at court. She slunk over to the window and nimbly slung her slender legs over the sill, gazing out at the city below her, breathing deeply, before scaling down the wall to the small courtyard below, using the rough stones as a makeshift ladder. With a last glance over her shoulder, she slipped over the gate and out into the city, it was time for some fun.

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A Charity Case

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Location: Kalv, Oba

 

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Mini Chapter

Gathering [Oba]

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It was no secret that the whole of Tendaji was planning their meeting, trying to get all of the earthlings and even the Alkidike involved in stopping the Dretch. It had been months now and there were still disappearances that could only be attributed to the gnarled bug-like creatures that could appear out of nowhere and vanish without a trace.

Conflict was not a foreign concept to Tendaji. It was a continent of many different people and conflict was bound to happen. Time and time again, somehow the people would find a way to come together to resolve whatever issues may have popped up. This time was different. This time it wasn’t just the people of Tendaji that were at danger. There were these new people across the water that were now included in a very big problem: the Dretch. The people of Tendaji knew they would need any and all the help they would need so while planning meetings on how to deal with the disappearances and the bug mages as a whole, the offer was extended to the inhabitants of Yael and Belrea.

A few days prior, a small group of Matori with a few Obans waited at the port while a boat docked. Soon a group of hesitant looking Yaeli made their way to shore. They were led by a man, a priest, whose receding hairline was a hint at his age. Each group greeted the other cordially enough but there was a nervous air around the party from Yael which had been expected.

Besian made his way onto the circular stage, perhaps one not as grand as the ones used in previous gatherings in Oba. Though the King had no qualms about providing whatever was needed for the gathering, it had been Besian’s request that they host the meeting outside of the capital.

 

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