art commissioned as a gift artist: jude - full scale here
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Ravi
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Sure
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2739
AGE: 28 as of 2767
LOCATION: High Reaches
OCCUPATION: Wher Guard
WING: Windsong Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Black-brown, downturned.
HAIR: Dirty-blond. It would curl, but Ravi keeps it cut close.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6 foot even. Lean muscle.
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FULL APPEARANCE: He doesn't look much like a guard, does our Ravi. He is a bit on the short side when it comes to Pernese men, and he doesn't carry as much muscle on his body as people expect when they hear the word 'guard'. He is rather rangy in appearance. Leanly cut, but much stronger than one would expect upon looking on him. Ravi carries no excess weight. He is bone, tendon and muscle, with a nicely golden skin stretched over it.
His chin is almost weak, broken in the center by a heart shaped indent. It looks much like a fancily shaped cleft you would see in any other chin - but is, in actuality, a scar. Other than his chin, his jaw is strong. His nose is prominent, with a bit of a hook in the bridge. He looks like he could smile a lot, but his face is eerily inexpressive. His lips rarely moved except to speak, but his brown-black eyes are watchful, and much more expressive than his stoic face.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Ravi is soft spoken. If he lived in a bubble of invisibility, you might think he was gentle. In fact, he just might be, but Ravi is a guard by profession. He is neither inexperienced nor shy of violence. His voice is as modulated as his face. Shy by no means, is unafraid to talk to friends and strangers alike. He also has no compunctions with asking questions others might find too sensitive or offensive to ask.
Ravi is a man obsessed with endings. The end of stories, the end of life. He finds them to be more interesting than beginnings. Possibly because he sees endings far more often. Not all prisoners go free, and some punishments are quite severe. It isn't so much that he enjoys watching things die, but he is endlessly fascinated by it.
But not all endings are so final. All things end and transform. A bud becomes a flower becomes nothing more than shriveled bits on the wind. A seed it broken to grow a plant. He is certain there is always something next. Something after. And its that elusive moment in between that always bring him back.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Randal - Father | Avarini - Mother | Arandali - Sister
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: Tillek Hold outskirts
HISTORY: Ravi's life was a boring one. His father kept a herd and his mother kept a house and children. Well. Maybe it wasn't boring, but it wasn't really exciting either. He learned his lessons with the other children and helped with whatever chores he was capable of. Often tagged along by his younger sister, who would literally hang from his shirttails. He was a good child. Mild mannered, tall and scrawny. Always the skinny one. But he was frightfully strong. When he was old enough to be officially apprenticed, Ravi's strength got him some attention. Mostly from the guards who kept watch over the Hold. And that was the very unexciting way Ravi ended up training to be a defenseman.
He liked guard training. It was interesting enough. He didn't much care for the barracks though. It was too loud, the other boys too boisterous. When he could, he'd sneak off to sleep elsewhere. Stables, barns, occasionally in the Hold's wher den. The whers didn't mind much since they were usually out at night, rather than sleeping. Ravi proved to be a good, steady guard. He made an especially good body guard because he showed absolutely zero interest in what the person he was shadowing was doing. Ravi saw only danger (as far as they knew), and never spoke a word of anything else (that he didn't see of course). But with those he sensed it to be safe with, he would ask questions. He learned how to tell these people apart from others through trial and error. Though he still sometimes mucks it up. Asking questions of the wrong person was how he ended up with his scar. knocked right into his chin by a ringed fist.
When he was twenty, Ravi was offered the chance at a wher egg. Well. Not really offered. More like forced. Mostly by having a hardened, wrinkled egg deposited into his lap one evening when he was sleeping in the wher den. He had known there were eggs in the wallow, but since he didn't try and slither down and fuss at them, there was an easy truce that still allowed him access the quiet wher space when the barracks were too rowdy and the stables too full. Inside the leather colored egg was Ravisk. An interesting sort of wher. Ravi just assumed he was a brown and that was that.
A bond formed when Ravisk shook off his shell pieces and sunk his fresh wherling teeth into the meat of Ravi's hand. Not exactly a pleasant experience. So Ravi ended up joining the Wher Guard. He and Ravisk were sent up to the Weyr for thorough training. And sorting. Not everyone was as sure as Ravi was that Ravisk was just a brown. Off to the Weyr they went. Once their training was complete they returned to the Hold for further service, though both were sad to see the Weyr at their backs. They had learned a lot and made some friends (sort of). For some Turns they served as wher guards at the Hold. It wasn't much different than before, except now Ravi had company, and stayed in the wherhandler barracks, which tended to be quieter. Looking back, he found life without Ravisk strange to contemplate.
He'd never realized how shallow his existence had been. In the deep winder of 2765, Ravi and Ravisk were called back to the Weyr. It seemed an impartial pair were needed to keep an eye on the murderer of a rider, who also happened to be the son of a Holder. It was all very messy. But the pair were happy to go.
UPDATES
- Fall 2768: Ravi and Ravisk find a green flit in a storeroom sack.
- Threadfall Summer 2771: Ravisk gets distracted briefly by a puddle of mud that he doesn't want to step in.
