Atheon Almsilver

Atheon Almsilver · February 9, 2007, 08:12 AM

PC Name: Atheon Almsilver

Race: Human - Vagaran

Age: Twenty Years Old

Physical Description: Atheon is an imposing person. He stand at 6’4” and has a muscular frame; a common trait of the Vagaran people. He has mid-length, dirty blonde hair which is most likely to be tied back tight to his head with a piece of thin leather. He has piercing blue eyes which are usually framed with creased eyebrows, always set in a mocking stare, which only disappears with a smile. He has stubble lining his defined jaw; stubble which never seems to grow beyond that and yet he never appears shaved.

His body shows many signs of his hard working childhood; his face is weather beaten and hardened; freckles cover his tanned skin from many days outside and his hands are large rough and calloused. His nails are horribly short as he bites from almost constantly. On his back there are long deep scars where his father had whipped him relentlessly; once his father had broken three of Atheon’s ribs. When he’s not concentrating, his mouth hangs slightly open, making him look dull-witted. He is quite handsome, retaining a somewhat rugged look.

History: Atheon was born into a typical Vagaran household. His village was situated on the right hand fork of the Carmelyn Province - directly above Jaedaxia. His father, Althorn, was a master shipwright, highly regarded in the village and his mother was a very level headed woman who gave Atheon a steady outlook on life. In his early days he was quite rebellious; at six he convinced two of friends to run away with him. The villagers spent two whole days searching for Atheon and his friends before they found them in the sugar cane fields in quite a state. Atheon received quite a thrashing for that bit of mischief. At seven years old, as was the tradition for Vagaran children, he was sent to another village across Libertas Bay. It was his first real journey on a ship and his stomach did not agree with it at all.

He was taken in by the Halmound family and was to be taught woodcraft. The next nine years of his life Atheon matured greatly. It took only one mischievous event for Atheon to be seriously punished. During his first cycle with the Halmound family, he had pretending to attack a small boy with a chisel meaning it to only be a joke. However the boy fell backwards and hit his head on a step. The boy had slept for two weeks before waking up. During those two weeks, every day Hellvor Halmound, the head of the family, had taken Atheon into the middle of the village and whipped the boy in front of the entire population. The terrible scars still dominate Atheon’s back. Atheon learned humility from this lesson, something his own father had never managed to get across. Whilst most children would have resented Hellvor and fallen deeper into disobedience, Atheon changed his ways. After a couple of months the village had forgotten about Atheon’s misconduct and embraced him as one of their own, as was custom for Vagarans to do. Atheon very much enjoyed the next nine years learning his trade and learning about himself. He quickly became a devout follower of Aslan and made many pilgrimages to the temples of Aslan in Carmelyn. Atheon never seemed to have the talent to be a skilled woodcraft-man but he learnt the basics well and had fun doing so. When it arrived time for him to leave, on his sixteenth birthday, he was mightily upset as was the Halmound family. The journey back across the bay was much easier on Atheon’s stomach this time. He had grown impressively; the year spent hauling wood to and fro had given him a muscular body and a healthy heart.

He was greeted back with open arms as where the other boys who had left with him. A large party was thrown in which Atheon took the Vagar oath. It was the passing of Atheon into adulthood. His father took him aside after the oath and presented him with a pendant of a lion. It was a family heirloom Althorn explained; many many years old and always handed down from farther to son on this day. Since then it has always rested around Atheon’s neck, tied with a lace of leather. Atheon spent the next four years helping out his father in shipbuilding, although Atheon usually just labored, never taking part in any of the intricate making of the ships. He began feeling something within himself. A sense of adventure; of the need to do something with his life. He voiced these feelings to his parents. His father was reluctant at first but soon realized Atheon needed to go out into the world and find his true place; as it definitely wasn’t shipbuilding. On his twentieth birthday Atheon’s parents presented him with a small amount of money and told him to follow his heart; to find his true place. Atheon nodded and thanked his parents for the opportunity. Over the next month or so Atheon planned his journey. He reckoned Diana was a good starting point. The temple of Aslan there was magnificent and it had been a while since he had been a pilgrim there. He sent off with what little belongings he had. A hug and a handshake from his parents and he was off, into the world.