Vasant Irithyll

Basics

Age: 41
Height: 6'3
Race: Bozjan, Midlander Hyur
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Nameday: 15th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Birthplace: Krasota, of the Boreal Valley, Bozja
Residence: Travelling
Profession: Probably killing people for pay
Formerly known as Vasant pyr Silvius while conscripted

Appearance

Hair Color: Sandy blonde
Eye Color: Teal
Skin Color: Dark tan
Build: Slim and muscular

Distinguishing Features:
A pair of deep scars across his facePerpetual five o'clock shadowTired eyesAlmost his entire body is covered in a myriad of scars, some faded and some fresh ranging from bullet wounds to claw marks to burnsThe ring finger on his left hand is missingA tattoo of the Garlean symbol on his left shoulder blade, although one would be unlikely to see it
Accessories: A simple white earring reminiscent of those worn by Bozjan soldiers

Likes

Word of mouth storiesSnow and cold weatherSailing and fishingHeavy liquorHearty/savory foodsGuns and other weaponryWatching tavern brawlsDimly lit rooms

Personality

Vasant’s personality is somewhat a warped thing. Where he may find a strange sort of comfort in the familiarity of violence, stillness brings him deep seated anxiety. One is unlikely to see him sitting in one place for longer than a meal or to sleep, and when he is sitting his body is never truly still. Whether it’s tapping on a table, bouncing a leg, scratching at some part of his clothing he is ever in motion. He tosses and turns in his sleep, even the most plush beds not curing the problem. He has always enjoyed hearing stories, one of the few things that can help him relax after all that he’s been through. He can’t read well and so he prefers tales spread by word of mouth than by books and scrolls.

At times he can seem a bit erratic, panicked as though he’s lost track of where he is. Although these occurrences are very rare they can be startling, and if he catches himself having an episode he’ll always apologize… but the likelihood of someone seeing him again afterward is slim.

He may not be the most open to talking at first but give him time to open up and give in to curiosity and one would be hard pressed to find a more loyal companion. Incapable of letting an innocent come to harm, he’s just as willing to throw himself into the line of fire for a child as he is to kill the one trying to harm them. Even should one “befriend” him, they’d only see him for brief moments when his travels would bring him back to them.

Dislikes

MonetaristsGarleansHot weatherFormal partiesWeak liquorRich, luxurious foodsLoud noisesPhysical contact with strangers

• History
• Relations
• Media
• OOC
• Home

Vendrick Irithyll*: Vasant's father, conscripted into the Imperial army when his son was still just a boy, now presumed to be deceased.

Bior Irithyll*: Vasant's older brother, taken at the same time as their father. Although he was able to win his brother's freedom with unspeakable acts in the Imperial's name, Bior succumbed to illness shortly after returning to their village.

Astraea Irithyll*: One of Vasant's only remaining family members, his mother remains in their family home with his sister in the far northern reaches of Bozja. Despite his desperate attempts to get her to leave with him she refused, wishing only to spend her final years where her happiest memories were made.

Maria Irithyll: The sister he never knew he had until he brought Bior home. The surprise left him feeling a strange sort of anger, but he cares about her in his own way. He sent Urick to take her out of Bozja some time ago, but hasn't heard from them in some time. He prays that they're both safe.

Regidius Sas Silvius*: Vasant's ex "partner" and direct superior while he was under the Imperial thumb. A man he could only despise but was forced to feign affections for. While he may have kept him safe as he climbed the ranks he has no remorse for having killed him, or so he thinks.

Urick Saravelu: His oldest and perhaps only friend. When he was first brought to Garlemald it was Urick who helped him better understand the language of the Imperials, and it was he who kept him safe and sane over the long years of war and strife.

Yvetta Stagheart ♥: She's put a fire in his heart and he's burning from the inside out. She's asked him to be hers, and while he has his concerns that he can't be enough he accepted. Nothing has warmed his heart more than knowing that he's loved by her, and he loves her too.

Yunso Amala ♥: She's brash and seems like she has her head on straight enough to endure his ornery nature. She has a lot lurking under the surface that has him somewhat worried, having seen just the beginnings of it all. Now he hopes she'll stay and unravel with him, though he won't say it aloud.