Devin Rhodes

Name: Devin "Vin" Rhodes

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Year in school: First - Highschool

Mastery: Hunter

Dorm: Vermillion

Height: 5’11”

Appearance:

The picture above is a rough equivalent of Devin's appearance with some minor changes. Devin's ears are not pointed, first and foremost. Like most humans his are arched, though lobeless. His blonde is short with long sideburns hanging braided down to around his jawline, colored string tying the ends. His eyes are green and piercingly light with tints of blue revealed in bright places. He often wears forest colors so he can more easily blend into his environment. He prefers wearing long-sleeved shirts and trousers with boots that cover his calves. He wears bracers on his arms, they help him when using the bow and when handling birds of prey.

Personality:

Sarcastic, loyal, quiet, technical— these are but a few words that describe Devin Rhodes. To strangers, he is generally a pleasant person. He tends to fault on the side of opening up to people a bit too easily if he speaks in the first place. He enjoys the company of others and listening to their stories, though it is in solitude that he recharges himself and collects his thoughts. He doesn’t like loud environments and tends to gravitate away from large crowds. He can be rather scrutinizing in his first impressions of people, however his impression tends to stay fairly malleable.

To friends he enjoys making people laugh and is an exceptional story teller. He feels more comfortable being himself around them and can have a sarcastic side. He doesn’t judge them too harshly for their faults as he knows that he wouldn’t want to be judged for his own. He tends to have a large pool of acquaintances and a very small pool of people he truly considers his friends. He doesn’t like confrontation and tends to avoid butting heads with people as much as he can, beware when he loses his cool. He has a bit of a cold, seething temper. He is not one to lie, he will spread the truth thin and omit parts of the truth to people who may not be trustworthy or use sarcasm to confuse the fact.

On the hunt, he becomes a different person. Calculating and focused. He keeps his head in the present. One mistake can mean the difference between life and death, especially when he’s had other people’s lives in his hands. If there is any risk involved he tends to volunteer himself to the task first to keep those with him safe. He is cunning and often utilizes his environment to levy an advantage. He has a lot of ideas— a lot of dumb ideas, and sometimes they’re just crazy enough to actually work out in the end.

Less a personality point and more just information in general. Devin cannot, at the time of this profile creation, read or write. Everything he was taught was meant for surviving in the harsh wilderness of Mistere, he is not a scholar and upon enrolling into the school only has a very basic grasp on the alphabet. He has been enrolled in other remedial classes to supplement this basic learning, however facility has been made aware of his condition to take care that information is orally relayed to him. Tests are administered orally in leu of written tests and essays are speeches or presentations on the subject.

History:

Mistere is a country of secrets, of erratic and unexplainable things that boggle the mind and enthrall imagination. From the steeps of Galathir’s Blade to the veiled canopy of Frostpine Forest, Mistere holds stories of bravery, success, tragedy, and love. Of these stories, one bore a child. Devin Rhodes, a child of E’olham. A healthy baby boy was born within the sanctuary of the forest, baptized by snow and cold. The only solace was the embrace of his mourning father above the unmoving visage of what was his mother.

His father was a huntsman, one who used his talents to hunt beasts and monsters within the forest. He survived off the land and raised Devin under a strict and watchful eye. He was a wise man who taught Devin many things about the world, told him stories of the lands he had visited and the grand cities of many races he’d seen. It all sounded so surreal compared to the forest, this desolate place they lived. Every time he asked when they would leave this place and see the world, his father would always answer ‘You’re too young for travel. We will leave this place when you are of age.’ Devin had a hard time accepting his father’s words. He felt capable enough, but he didn’t dare disobey his father.

He learned how to hunt, shoot a bow, he watched attentively as his father butchered animals and used the meat to cook on the fire. As he grew stronger and his muscles hardened, his father taught him to use a spear. ‘The spear and bow are the tools of a hunter.’ He would say, ‘Swords are for those more interested in spectacle than application.’ He learned to set traps and snare his quarry before moving in for the kill. He learned the anatomy of beasts and where to strike for clean kills. His father even taught him the importance of respecting nature and the animals slain. ‘If you respect the wild and share your bounty, it will in turn respect you.’

The two lived on the outskirts of a village within a glade of the forest, hidden from the outside world, isolated in the treacherous cold. Roshanee Village was a strange place that Devin’s father never let him go alone. Devin agreed that it was a strange place, he didn’t know what about it was unsettling— but little things seemed off. Whenever he and his father went to sell what trades and wares they had he would notice the adults of the village staring at him. His father seemed on edge whenever they visited. Whenever he asked why his father would only respond ‘When you’re older. For now, never come here without me.’

There were only a few children within Roshanee, though Devin had never seen any of the children play during any of the times they had visited the village. One of those children, he’d only managed to catch glimpses of on rare occasions. A girl with raven black hair and copper skin, she was a unique sight among the adults whose pale skin was white as death itself. Perhaps that was why he looked for her whenever he came to the village. ‘Stay away from that girl.’ His father had warned, but even that couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering.

Such was the routine of Devin’s life. Learning what knowledge his father shared, applying himself in the mastery of the spear and bow, listening to his father’s stories and learning about the world through his father’s experiences. The prey he hunted grew bigger, some of them even being magical beasts whose presence shifted the eco-system of the forest. His father was always there with amazing skill and knowledge of everything. The old man would even commune with the wolves of the forest and they would help him in hunts. ‘An ancient pact between man and beast.’ His father had called it, a bonding of two souls that melded intent and senses. His father explained that though he had an affinity for canines, Devin’s own affinity might differ from his own— when he found what animal he could soul bond to, he would know in his heart.

It wasn’t until his eleventh year that he would actually meet the girl for the first time. It was a cold, dark night much like any other save for the moonlight that managed to trickle between the canvas of trees above them. He approached her carefully, her silhouette shrinking amid the darkness as he approached. “I won’t hurt you.” He spoke, his high voice serene, piercing the silence. “Are you lost?” The girl was— strange to say the least. The way she shied away from him reminded him of a creature not used to humans, but the way she lingered and ultimately drew closer to him betrayed her feelings. She was scared of him, but she was more scared of being alone. “Are you looking for the way home?” He asked again, reaching out a hand slowly to extend his palm to her. She looked at it for a moment before taking his hand in both hers, clasping it firmly and standing close to him.

“Y-yes.”

It was the first time she’d spoken to him. He nodded and slowly started leading her back to her village. He talked as they made their way back, he told her stories that his dad had told him, of the grand cities at the heart of Mistere, the Capitol City and the magical and curious species one might meet there. His talking seemed to calm her, she wasn’t grasping his hand as hard. After a while, they approached the Village. Not wishing to disobey his father, the boy parted with Nuria on the edge of the village before heading back to the cabin he and his father lived.

Relations between Nuria and Devin grew more and more frequent after the incident. At first, she was shy and quiet around him, but as she trusted him more and more she opened up. The two often strolled through the woods, exploring every inch of the forest they lived. Devin taught her of the animals and plants, telling her more stories of the world that he, in turn, had heard. She told him about the Lord of Light, a god that the Villagers worshipped. Devin didn’t know about religion or anything, but he was content listening to what Nuria had to say. It felt like just as he was finally getting a friend his own age, she disappeared. It was such a sudden thing, Devin was worried for Nuria and went to the Village to check on her.

Zealots of the Lord of Light met him at the entrance of the town to stop him. They thanked him for returning the Vessel back to the village, but she wasn’t to see him anymore. The way they talked about her like she wasn’t a person made Devin confused and angry, he argued with them fervently but they ushered him away and told him it was for the best. His father had warned him about getting close to her, the Villagers seemed set on keeping him away from her. What was the big deal? She was his friend, if she was in trouble he wanted to do something to help her. He just couldn’t think of what he could do. After all, he was just a kid. What could he do against adults?

His father was furious, Devin had deliberately gone against his word and gotten himself involved with the Vessel of Light. His father explained that the Villagers had received a sign from the Lord of Light. They would sacrifice their sons and daughters to the purging flames and through the agony of the Light a vessel housing the Lord’s spirit would be selected. That vessel was Nuria. Her copper skin marked her having survived the inferno. The other children sacrificed to this ritual had perished, only she had survived. Keeping her safe above all else was the village’s goal, whatever that entailed. The young boy could only imagine the suffering Nuria had endured to this point, he could only imagine the isolation she felt.

Time passed and Devin learned more about the forest's power. He learned to move silently between the trees, to shift into a bird to reach branches for better vantage points. He learned to commune with the trees and listen to what they whispered. He grew nimble and varied within the forest, even his father having trouble keeping up with the teen. There were little more stories and lessons that could teach him. Every day he would find himself drawn back to Roshanee, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nuria. It was never to any avail, however, she was nowhere to be found. It was like she had disappeared. Thoughts of intruding on the village crossed his mind, his patience nearing to its end. He knew if he broke into the village and searched for Nuria, he and his father wouldn't be able to live here anymore. Still, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant seeing her again.

After another frustrating day of watching the villagers, flying above to scout their routines and living arrangements, Devin returned to the cabin to find his father sitting at the table with a woman. He recognized the woman as one of the villagers who lived in what he assumed was a noble's residencies. Their houses were bigger, more lavish than the others. Her face was red and wet, the young man's eyebrows furrowed together as he listened to what they had to say. She was Nuria's mother, a wife of one of the Priests of Light. They had resorted to locking Nuria away in the basement to stop her from leaving the village. She insisted time and time again that it was all for her own good, it was to keep her safe from harm. Devin didn't want to hear it.

'Bullshit! Even you don't believe that! Just look at you!' Even her face betrayed the wrong that she knew was being done.

'Calm yourself, boy. Let the woman speak.' His father growled, his glowering face turned to the woman. Whether his father was angry more with him for speaking out or her for doing such things to Nuria, Devin couldn't tell.

In the end, the woman agreed with Devin, she was done treating her daughter like a thing to be kept secret and guarded under lock and key. She was done treating her like a thing. A plan was made. She would take Nuria as far as the village's edge and Devin and his father would take her far away from this place. On the determined night, Devin and his father waited. The darkness reminded the young man of the first time he'd met Nuria, she had been just a child back then... years had passed without having seen her.

Movement, at last. Two figures, one holding the light of a lamp, the other following close behind. Both figures were wrapped in cloaks to hide from the chill. Devin's heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar face. He could hardly contain his smile or excitement, still, he knew they weren't in the clear yet. He wouldn't allow himself to miss this chance to get her away from these people. Few words were exchanged.

"Girl, are you sure this is what you want?" His father asked Nuria.

Nuria's eyes darted back to her mother's face, scared and confused. The woman silently and patiently smiled back.

"Well?" His father pressed.

The young woman gave her mom a quick hug before running over to Devin and took hold of his arm, pushing herself against him. That was her answer then. His father sighed rather having a verbal response, Nuria's mother simply chuckled softly into her hand. Devin stood a bit straighter at her touch. The moment ended as abruptly as it had come, the three set out from Roshanee Village headed east into the night. Devin kept hold of her hand as they walked, her quiet sobs piercing the silence. The sun crept up beyond the horizon giving new light that illuminated their path.

"Cry not, child." Devin's father spoke. "This is not an end, but a new beginning."



Name of Species: Human

Baseline Dimension: Human, average is 5ft to 6 ft, although it depends on the human.

Baseline Appearance:
well they're human, no fancy natural hair colours unless dyed, just casual brown/blue/green eyes naturally and pretty normal.

Culture/Origin of Species: The most basic of species yet the strongest, humans have been around for hundreds of years and play a major part in history. They outnumber every other species, and it's common to see families with one human and one mythical creature as the parent. Humans cannot pinpoint their origin due to how long they have been on this land for.

Traits:

• Humans have a natural affinity for magic based on the basic elements, nature, electricity, fire, earth, water, air and metal. This gives them strength when using the elements and resistance against them. From these elements humans naturally have 3 resilience aspect points.
• Humans can fit in anywhere, it is easy for them to learn languages, different talents, fighting styles or cultures, this allows them to have an extra talent.

Flaws:

• f l a w l e s s