Seavien Dana

Character Basics

Vital Statistics

Full Name: Seavien Dana (SAY-vee-ehn DAH-nah)

Race: Avariel Elf
Gender: Male
Age: late 100's
Deity: Andrinor
Class: Wizard/Sorcerer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birthplace: Toostan-of-the-Clouds

Affiliations and Titles:

Member (?) Magus, Red Order of the Flame

Research Interests

Conjuration (Teleportation)
Evocation (Force)
Women (Avariel)
Wine (Elven)

Character Traits

Beautiful but vain
Dilettantish
Outgoing and friendly
Brutally honest
Flirtatious
Capricious and occasionally moody

Description

Appearance

"Seavien, you have a hair out of place." -Archibald Thel

Seavien is, by almost any measure, a stunningly beautiful specimen of his race. Tall, lithe and androgynous, he moves with a practiced grace, and can seem almost effeminate at times. He has thick shoulder-length, carefully and precisely tousled hair of a rich dark brown. His skin is fair and clean, and his eyes are a piercing azure with silvery speckles and long lashes. His lightly-muscled, slender body acts as canvas to his most striking physical aspect: intricate, winding tattoos in pearlescent white cover most of his body; a curling, shimmering arabesque of stylized arcane runes and sigils.

Seavien dresses in expensive clothes, preferring darker and unsaturated colors.

Personality and Beliefs

"He's a pill, but he means well." -Thienna Relimon-Hurst

Vain, flirtatious, and excitable, Seavien is an aesthete and bon vivant through and through. He lives for the pursuit of beauty and sensual pleasures, be they gourmet food, fine art, joyous music, expensive wine, or those of a more intimate nature. He loves to make people feel welcome in his presence, and relishes in helping women feel beautiful. He is most at home in a fine inn or restaraunt or an art museum, with friends. To Seavien, the world is a place of beauty, and people exist to share that beauty with each other and preserve it. And avariel are, to him, the pinnacle of all that is beautiful in a people.

Seavien's outgoing nature is apparent upon meeting him. He approaches even strangers as if they were old friends, and always seems legitimately pleased to meet new people. He is seldom shy and always speaks his mind, even (especially) when it may be to his detriment. Overall, he tries to be a decent, caring person, and expects others to do the same, but is occasionally dismissive or even malicious towards people he doesn't care about. He also has a temperamental, flighty side to him, as quick to anger as he is to love. Many people have come to tolerate his quirks and moods. None have come to understand them.

For all his vanity, for all his flirtatiousness, bravado, cheer and sybaritism, Seavien has never known happiness.

History

Childhood

"You will be a vindicating angel of destruction, a glorious burning fire! The children of deceit will flee before you or be turned to ash! The choir in the walls sings it, my son, do you not hear?" - Selooya Dana

The story of Seavien's childhood is one he only shares with his closest friends.

Seavien was born in Toostan-of-the-Clouds, the former home of his race, mere weeks before it was first attacked by the armies of Grantir. His mother, Selooya, fled the city on wing, taking them to safety. He still has a few vivid memories of those first days, though they are disjointed visions and hold no narrative. Blood and fire and feathers, pillars of acrid smoke, terror and heartbreak in his mother's eyes as she held him close to her chest, gleaming marble spires crumbling, and sky, so much sky. His father Timeas stayed behind to defend against the invaders, and has never been heard from since.

Southward she flew, as fast and as far as her wings could take her, her wracked body eventually collapsing and falling in a field on the east coast. Someone rescued them, and gave them shelter in Le'Or, where Seavien spent what would pass as his childhood.

Selooya's mind was broken by the loss of her beloved, her home, and the curse placed upon the race by Angadar. She began to have strange visions, conversing with people who were not there, laughing and crying through the night, tearing at her clothes in delirious ecstasies of madness. She became paranoid and terse, and never left the house nor allowed young Seavien to leave. Worst of all, she suffered the delusion that Seavien was some sort of messianic figure, who would grow to become the greatest arcanist Avlis had ever seen, reunite the Avariel race and rebuild Toostan, crushing Grantir in the process. She began teaching him magya as soon as he could speak, and started him memorizing and casting cantrips at a tender age. He showed a talent for wizardry, even so young, which only lent creedence to his mother's delusions. She started scribbling seemingly nonsensical runic patterns on every flat surface in the house, refining and refining them to meet some unknown standard. When she was satisfied, she transferred this final design, pin-prick by pin-prick over the next several years, onto Seavien's body, using a mysterious agony-inducing transparent ink that turned a shimmering white as it slowly seared into his flesh.

Adolescence and Young Adulthood

"Bring on the next course! And a round on me!" - Seavien Dana

It was a miracle that some Avengers of Dru'el found him when they did. A trembling adolescent boy, malnourished, unable to walk, and bleeding from his skin. They took him to the orphanage of Dra'Nar and kept his mother away. The clergy took a liking to Seavien as he proved to be as gentle as his mother was sadistic, and soon brought about in him an understanding that the world outside was not to be reviled or feared, but that there was beauty in it. He came to know that his mother was very sick and probably not a prophet, and that he had to find his own way, and not let her exhortations influence him one way or another. As he was rehabilitated, he began to play with the other children, and quickly found that the young ones loved shows of magic. Around this time, be it from latent ability or something his mother did, he began finding himself able to occasionally cast his favorite cantrips without memorizing them. He hid this revelation from his mentors, and practiced sorcery alongside his wizardry.

Eventually he grew old enough to go out into Le'Or alone and find his own way. Living in a small apartment and doing odd jobs for merchants gave him the first taste of security and freedom he'd ever had. He quickly found ways to capitalize upon his strange and alluring appearance, leveraging it into friendships with various children of upper-crust socialites and artists around the city, where he acquired his tastes for fine elven wine and fine elven art (not to mention fine elven women). He practiced archery and swordplay with nobles' sons, learning those martial arts favored by the elves. He wrote poetry (love sonnets, mostly) and painted portraits (hurried sketches of abstract nudes), discussed philosophy and theology, and generally lost himself in the finer things available in the canopies of T'Nanshi. A war somewhere south ground to a halt, dangers to the city came and went, but Seavien like many was inured to the quickly changing world on the forest floor and beyond. Beauty and truth became his foremost concerns.

Yet he did not find lasting joy in these things.

((Work in progress))

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