Aashuryn aVuny
| Name: | Aashuryn aVuny (pronounced: ASH-uh-rihn ah-VUH-nee) |
| Bond: | Lershan Caelumpictor |
| Bonded At: | Winter's Dark Heart Frenzy, at Clan Akelara |
| Homeworld: | Llyr aRraanor |
| Clan: | Bothany Syrth |
| Species: | Sythyn |
| Age: | 38 (adult) |
| Sex: | Male |
| Height: | 6'2" |
| Hair: | Dark red, almost maroon, straight and worn short, brushed back severely |
| Skin: | Dark gray, with a slightly leathery texture |
| Eyes: | Vivid blue |
| Family: | Father, a minor clan lord; mother, a concubine; older half-brother, heir to the clan |
| Residence: | Athboruu Burr (Swift Armed Hand), a starship |
| Position: | Hunter |
| Description: | Though on the tall side for a human, Aashuryn is of average height for his kind, Aashuryn is stocky and strong, though not incredibly so. There are no bulging muscles, no legs like tree trunks, just a sturdy build and a modest strength, clothed handsomely, right down to the constant presence of sleek, strong leather gloves. He wears his dark red-- almost maroon-- hair swept severely back from his high forehead, short, tidy, and always out of the way. His face is square and nose unusually broad for a Sythyn, but somehow it looks at home in his face with the full mouth, strong chin, and wide, vividly blue eyes. The fact that his skin is dark, sooty gray and obviously not the supple, soft skin of most humanoids doesn't detract much from his overall handsomeness, and his tall, very pointed ears, with their heavy jewelry, actually seem to add to it. The only things that might do so, in fact, are the firm, inflexible set of his mouth and the way his eyes keep shifting around warily. |
| Personality: | Aashuryn is, in one word, paranoid. In two,
he's paranoid and arrogant. In three, he's paranoid, arrogant,
and merciless. First, he assumes that everyone he meets is a potential
enemy, assassin, or magic-abuser, for he spent most of his younger years
with just that danger everywhere around him. Second, he assumes that
those potential enemies, assassins, or magic-abusers are bound and
determined to get at him-- again, as much a product of the past
as anything else. Thirdly, anyone who happens to make a move like they are
going to cause him harm in any way will quickly find themselves on the
receiving end of an attack of their own, whether they actually intended
him harm or not. And if they weren't, well, he isn't about to
apologize.
Long ago, Aashuryn raised to believe he was important; not long after that, he was nearly broken by an enemy clan. The conflicting states of mind eventually brought him to the conclusion that strength is what matters, not affection, compassion, or even love. Though he might have the capability for such things, he represses them, intent on never letting anyone get close enough to him to see whether his strength is just a false front or not. He certainly isn't going to let anyone get close enough to him again to actually break him, because he is well aware it is possible. So, he is constantly on his guard, keeping pity and compassion at bay and proving his strength and worthiness to hold what little rank he has left by killing those he Hunts, often as cruelly as possible. |
| History: | The mountain sword-clans of Llyr aRraanor
take their nobility seriously, both between clans and within clans--
seriously enough for there to be constant dueling and almost as constant
attempts at assassination. As the honored son of a concubine in one of
those noble lines, a pampered favorite with his father, Aashuryn grew up
with two very contrasting situations existing simultaneously. First, he
was being spoiled by an indulgent father and proud mother-- and second,
he and those who cared for him held the constant fear that he would
become a target, not just because of his own rank but as a hostage to
his parents. He trained for constant vigilance, but even that was not
enough to keep from being kidnapped when he was twenty-six, just before
he came of age. He was imprisoned, mocked, half-starved, and even
tortured, in the attempt to get information and eventually ransom from
his grief-stricken but honor-bound father.
Aashuryn was, eventually, freed, after two years of imprisonment. He returned to his clan a changed man, jumpy and temperamental, quick to anger and quicker to attack, and highly suspicious of anyone and everyone, even people he used to trust. When his inexplicable furies one day seriously injured his father's true heir, he was sent away for training in more civilized clans, eventually settling into the Hunter schools. The newest member of the Hunter team aboard the ship Athboruu Burr, Aashuryn has been a part of the crew for only five years. The only member he trusts at all is Caathyn, and that is only due to her immense trust in him and unusual patience with his suspicion. |
| Abilities: | Predictably, all of Aashuryn's abilities are geared towards defense and detection. Magically, he can cast shields of many kinds, absorb or reflect magic, and perform some simple transmutations, as well as sense motion, life, and, to some extent, emotion anywhere around him, within a certain sphere. Physically, he is strong and quick, trained with many weapons but preferring swords and the staff. Mentally, he is extremely average, neither intelligent nor unintelligent, with no particular special knowledge beyond weapons knowledge. |
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