JEVVIANUS ODE, warrior

[attr="class","qty"]"one of a kind, don'tcha worry 'bout me!"

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You know, some stuff isn't really a joke. Like being born in a village that was really just like five families, living in a really hard to live place in the middle of a wasteland, because said families had beefs with just about anyone else. That's how the little village that this bright little guy was born in, well with a few more then just those five families of course. Born as one of the youngest of the first family to come over in this desolate part of The Anderfels, our boy here didn't get a name for the first four years of his life. There was a lot of 'the baby', 'it', 'brat', 'you' in those times. It was rough times, all around, what with fighting darkspawns and having the visiting Grey Warden person, and the constant muttering against some country he didn't even know.

Yeah it was pretty hectic to say the least. Eventually, he kept getting in trouble, panicking his poor mother to the point she sat down his father, and forced him to give the lil troublemaker a name. That's how Jeviannus Elric Ode got his name. Really strange name isn't it? Well he didn't particularly care, he had a name about friggin' finally! Everyone called the kid Jev, made his life simpler, and that was the first time his father had ever spoken to him on any level. Let's just say the next time the old man did wasn't until Jev was about ten alright? A little long but hey.

His childhood was mostly being herded by his mother and his sisters to get out of the way, to help out, to hide, to stop being a bother, so on and so forth. He played with other little boys his age, but they all started to stop around the age of six or eight, depended on the family. In fact, some of them started to make fun of Jev for having such a relaxed father, or a lazy one? The boy didn't know, but he started wearin' this smile, and learning how to read from his really smart sister that had come back to them, with a ton of books. Well not a ton but you can catch the idea.

Anyways, one night of his ten years of age, Jev actually stayed up, and when his father came back, ambushed him with two sticks he had found, and demanded to know why his guy friends were making fun of him. Well, that's when daddy old dear spoke to the rascal a second time, and told'im unless he was willing to fight, he had no reason to talk to him. Let's just say a small scuffle came by, and at the end of it, daddy dearest finally warmed up to his son. Well, the youngest one.

So that's where Jev got his handy dandy weapon training, deciding to be a tough guy and use two at once instead of just one. He wanted to be very, very fancy, and that's exactly how he liked it. Two ways to fight. Of course, his father tried to teach him his simple sword and shield style, but Jev was a boy of his own mind, and managed to succeed being an excellent entertainer and back liner reserve dude. Although he took most of his daily life easy, it wasn't a lie that the boy was both hard-working and good with his fighting style. That proved itself to light when he helped fight off a really brief attack. Jev doesn't like to remember it, but his whole village did and praised him.

All he did was twack the thing until the resident Grey Warden had come helped. It wasn't even that big really. The boy lived pretty peaceful days, the years going by as the small community was so tight-nit you'd think one would choke like that. Well turns out Jev was choking, for one, and decided to hit the road for some reason or another, most of the teachings or whatever going in one ear and out the other. He didn't really mind, making small jobs worthwhile to keep himself afloat, content to go into nicer place then the really harsh environment of the Anderfels. And that's what he's been doing for a bit, just moseying from one place to another.

Maybe he'd join a mercenary company soon or something, he was seriously starting to get lonely in some ways. But definitely not homesick, as the world had plenty for him to see, despite being an oblivious idiot of a country bumpkin!


So apparently, there are rumours about his combat style going around, since he does small time jobs and such. It's said he's carrying two spear like weapons, but the tip is a flat metal blade, with a triangular end, and two curved blades on the sides. Of course, that's not the actual only weapon's he's said to carry, as he can and will draw a pair of daggers he keeps on his belts. He's not necessarily movement efficient, liking to be a bit flashy, and often tricking his opponent if he wants to. So generally he keeps to his spears, the daggers, and well punching and kicking. Although he does have a really basic, rough understanding of using a normal shield and sword practice. But he likes being unique.

And not only are there rumours about his fighting style, but the way he acts. Loud, cheerful, always optimistic. He seems so ill-suited to be a mercenary, but he's got a constant smile that seems to put employers at ease. He's very healthy, always running off with high tons of energy, but isn't hyper-active. He's said to be like a giant puppy, always loving to be pet, or something like that. It was probably a metaphor for how much he likes to bother and run around people, and just is in general, a gung-ho type of guy. Although there is some suspicion that he's hiding something much more under the surface, since some have said he brutally puts down his enemies. And maybe even enjoys doing it. But who knows, a lot of people say that you have to meet him to understand him just a bit.. or to even believe his weird ways.

Oh worried about not being able to spot him? No problem! You know why? It's pretty simple.

He wear bright bloody red all day, every day.


LIST OF TALENTS: 
-- War Cry [Champion Specialization]
-- Rally [Champion Specialization]
-- Dual-Weapon Training [Dual Weapon]
-- Dual-Weapon Finesse [Dual Weapon]

LIST OF SKILLS: 
-- Improved Combat Training
-- Vitality
-- Combat Tactics

SPECIALIZATION: Champion