Thyravon Vraanabotha
| Name: | Thyravon Vraanabotha |
| Bond: | Elcha'orene Neldae |
| Bonded At: | Kenist Miana, Batch Three |
| Homeworld: | Llyr aRraanor |
| Clan: | Shaarama oRruunyr |
| Species: | Sythyn |
| Age: | 30 (young adult) at time of bonding |
| Sex: | Male |
| Height: | 6'4" |
| Hair: | Auburn, long and thick, worn loose |
| Skin: | Light gray with a slightly leathery texture |
| Eyes: | Bright green |
| Family: | Athanora Ssaarymany, future wife; Aavayl Vraanabotha, father; Caathyn aLlaanmuu, mother |
| Residence: | Dyr aSashyn (Searcher's World), a small space ship; currently the world Kartyn |
| Position: | Searcher |
| Description: | Somehow, Thyravon managed to inherit genes for being tall, despite his father being of very average height, and his mother almost short. He has the bulk to go with his height, keeping himself in very good shape, and has long, thick hair of a rich auburn, worn loose except for the occasional cluster of small braids, sometimes woven with thin gold chains mixed in. His thick skin is a very light gray, almost blue in hue, and is marked here and there with light scars, largely from practice with life blades, and always in places where a scar isn't going to hurt his appearance-- and, in fact, where they might even help it! After all, he is a healer, after a fashion, and can take care of such things before they scar if he wishes. His ears are pierced and cuffed, as much in a cultural and ceremonial fashion as for a sense of fashion, and are of a length that gives plenty of room for those adornments. To go with the heavy ornamentation on his ears, Thyravon is rarely seen in clothes that are not well-tailored and expensive, though they are often a little rumpled, with that "roguish charm" sort of look. With a square, friendly face, bright green eyes, and easy smile, Thyravon is a handsome specimen of his species, and he likes it that way. |
| Personality: | For a thick-headed, big-muscled,
warrior-type, Thyravon is remarkably open-minded and very gentle, when
he wants to be. Perhaps in reaction to his father's steady conservatism,
he has blossomed into an even more accepting and understanding
individual over the past three years. Ever since his graduation from
battle and tracking training, he has been eager and excited to see the
rest of the universe-- or universes!-- and get as many new experiences
out of it as possible. He can be something of a hedonist and a
sensualist, when he is given the chance, and is not yet old enough to
know that there can be too much of a good thing. Regardless, he does
have a strong sense of honor and compassion which, though still
solidifying, makes it highly unlikely that he'll ever intentionally
cause harm with his fun.
Despite being generally fun to be around, Thyravon still has some growing up to do. He doesn't mean to be immature and thoughtless, and he certainly doesn't mean to be arrogant, but it just seems to happen. He's working on it, honestly, but he still manages to come across as childish sometimes, particularly when around people like his father-- to his frustration and embarrassment-- or like his fiance-- to his annoyance and hers. It isn't that he doesn't care, he just isn't entirely sure how to work on it, and so fumbles along attempting to "grow up", taking what suggestions he gets and frequently backsliding into letting fun and pleasure take precedence. Often he simply doesn't think before he speaks, usually ending up embarrassing himself, though with people who don't mind the occasional misstep, his charm can usually smooth things over again. |
| History: | It should be a surprise to no one that
Thyravon grew up the son of a rich family, particularly on his mother's
side. He is also the son of a woman with extremely high expectations of
him. While he could have grown up into a tightly-wound perfectionist,
himself, he instead went the opposite way, discounting his mother's
discontent with him and living life how he wanted to live it. For
most of his apprenticeship, which he entered at twenty-one, he sailed
through classes with low marks, except for those that actually required
physical activity, and found friendly company with many fellow students
and visitors to the planet. He made rounds at bars, attended parties,
raced friends down park paths, and basically was an adolescent hellion.
At least, however, he was a nice adolescent hellion: what pranks
he played were always harmless, what drinks he indulged in made him
happy rather than angry, and he only rarely broke hearts.
Thyravon always knew what he wanted to do with his life: only the most interesting and adventurous for him! He would leave Llyr aRraanor and Search out others of his kind or partly of his kind, and rescue them if need be. Hunting was not for him: Hunters were often shunned or feared, and that would never do. Simple exploration was too dull: full not of adventure and glamour, but endless technical readouts and filing of information. So his apprenticeship culminated with three years of Searching education in addition to completing his apprenticeship-- which he passed with flying colors, to the surprise of many. Before he could leave on his great adventure, however, Thyravon had one familial duty to discharge: he had to get engaged. Or, to be more specific, he had to participate in a ceremony to legitimate a betrothal made years before and set the date for the actual wedding, when his intended bride reached the traditional marriage age of thirty-six. To his dismay, however, his intended bride was everything he had hoped she wouldn't be: heavyset, plain, dull colored and with an even duller personality. She was a scientist, an inventor and technician, and she made it perfectly clear that she liked him as little as he liked her, but she was going through with the marriage anyway, because her hive needed the money and social alliance, and she wanted to have a child-- eventually-- that she could raise in economic comfort. Half-formed dreams of romance in addition to adventure thus dashed against the rocks of reality, Thyravon embarked on his first nine years of Searching with a little less enthusiasm. That is, until he discovered the joys of flirting with people from other planets, and got as much attention from them as he wasn't getting from his fiance. So far, his womanizing hasn't brought his reputation up any in the eyes of his bride-to-be, nor in the eyes of his father. Only recently-- trapped on a planet, on which he has difficulty with the language, for six months, with only his fiance Athanora for company-- has it come to his attention that he might want to do something about that. |
| Abilities: | Just from looking at him, one can guess what Thyravon's skills are: strength and weaponry. He's trained for close combat and can boost his strength and speed via magic. Additionally, he possesses some healing magic, some very limited divination, and some magic against undead types, but largely he is a physical sort of young man. |
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