[hider= The Hermit][color=lightblue][center][h2]Favian "The Hermit"[/h2][/center][/color]

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[center]*also sort of how I imagine him playing[/center]

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[color=white][b]Name:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]Favian the Hermit[/color] 
[color=white][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]26[/color]
[color=white][b]Ethnicity:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]Caucasian[/color]
[b]Occupation:[/b] [color=0054a6]Bard[/color]
[b]Appearance:[/b]

[color=0054a6]Even if he were nobility, he probably didn't look it now. Most probably would laugh if he ever told them the truth of who he was. Though truthfully, the reality is that he might not and he doesn't necessarily dream to care what they have to say about his appearance. 

A young man, whose stately appearance was troubled by a lack of money, and hard work. A gaunt face, and bags under his eyes, which were covered by an unkempt amount of tangled dirty blond hair. Actually it was more hard to tell if his blond hair was naturally dirty or if it were actual dirt that had stained his hair. Blue irises were hidden by either the shadow of his hat, or the state of his stringy, mangy, bangs.

His garb consisted of poorly condition clothing, a pair of breeches with several different patches worked into them to repair them, tucked into a pair of worn leather boots that had been fixed, and repaired several times over. His rough, cotton shirt, also had a state of different patches all to fix up noticeable holes and tears were repaired with a state of fabric stitches. 

His fingers were well calloused from the use of instruments and he kept one nail longer than the rest to act like a pick for whenever he played the lute. Standing at 6ft, he was tall, but wore a state of poverty or at least a less then wealthy lifestyle. He had a tendency to slouch or hunch over from time to time, which shrank his height. And even if he weren't doing those things, his meek persona often had him seem shorter than what he truly was.

He has a rather well soft spoken voice, he speaks well an articulate, and educated. He is able to string a structure of words together that makes his musical arts well worth it for some. His voice is mild, albeit a bit hoarse at times, it's not too high pitch or low pitch, but sits somewhere in the middle. Though he has a tendency to mumble or stutter in uncomfortable crowded situations, when he is not performing.[/color]

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[b]Background:[/b] [color=0054a6]Favian was born to none other then Lord Bryce of Milborne and his wife Lady Muriel. For years they tried to have a child, but due to infertility, they were unable to have one. Years went by in this sorry state. Without an heir, Bryce's lineage would end. One day, almost miraculously, Muriel became pregnant. It turned out to be a boy who they named Favian. His parents couldn't have been more happy. The city of Milborne rejoiced with them.

For his early life, Favian grew up in court. He learned how to address nobility, to read, write and command servants. He took an extreme interest in the travelling troubadors and minstrels that would entertain the court. Lord Bryce was quite fond of them and would pay generously to all who visited. lady Muriel however, was displeased. She believed entertainment was a waste of valuable resources and time. Favian was entranced by their performances. But what really stirred his soul unlike anything else was the musicians. Their beautiful music told tales of ancient kingdoms, dragons, knights and princesses. There was no experience quite like it. He watched the other children's eyes dance with excitement. This was his calling.

Bryce was not against his son learning those skills, however, Muriel wouldn't have any of it. She forbade him from practicing instruments and verbally abused him from an early age. He was brought up having to shun the very things that gave him joy. Instead, he was forced to learn things that were dry and lifeless in his eyes. Learning, history and physical health were the top priorities of the Lady Muriel. Lord Bryce would not stand in the way of his wife, he was his one true love after all. Favian learned the power of words during this time. The ability to take you higher then the mountains, or deeper then the depths of the sea. The tongue was a flaming fire that had to be put in check or dangerous things could happen.

This abuse went on for many years unnoticed by the public at large. Favian felt like he was being constrained into the image his parents wanted. He felt like he didn't have his own voice. This made him very resentful toward them in his heart. Favian was very intelligent as well. He was undoubtedly going to be the next Lord of Milborne after his father. However, Favian had other plans. He stowed away with a band of travelling troubadors at the age of 16. He had finally resolved in himself to muster up the courage and get away from his home life.

The entire city of Milborne was in an uproar over Favian's disappearance. Lord Bryce and Lady Muriel were distraut. They searched everywhere for their son, but he was long gone. Favian persuaded the troubador's to teach him their craft of music with a bag of coin. Favian decided to go with the name "The Hermit." He grew out his beard and hair in order to hide his identity. He travelled with this musical group for many years, going from court to court. They entertained many Lord's and Lady's of nobility. Now he finally had the voice he was created to express freely. His group was allowed to freely travel throughout the Kingdoms due to their status as neutral entertainers.

Favian learned much about the world in that time. Life was so much more vast then he ever knew in the confines of the City of Milborne. His  group of troubador's taught him many different songs and instruments. Favian took a liking to the lute most. It had a nostalgic sound to it, intoxicating in its' majestic, otherworldly sound. In the hands of an experienced player, it was able express so much more then words alone ever could. Favian wrote his own sheets of music and performed in courts. He took his audiences away to other worlds with his crafted pieces. Favian was finally able to convey the power of words to song that would bring people up lifting their spirits. But something didn't sit right with him. Because the greatest pay was in the castle's of lords and ladys, the poor and destitute never got a chance to listen.

After many years of learning, Favian broke up with his Trabadour friends and bought a small piece of land outside the city of Milborne in the Glistening Wood. He was 24 years old. Despite his treatment in court in earlier years, Favian felt called to the place of his birth. He desperately wanted to see his father and even his mother. Maybe they had changed? 

For 2 years Favian played for the townsfolk on many occassions, only accepting whatever they could afford as payment. "The Hermit" was know as a people's hero of sorts. Even with his great skill, he would play for the lower classes of Milborne. They provided him with food, clothing and other necessities. During his sessions, he would try to teach the people through song. Favian believed ignorance was one of their worst enemies and tried to offset their lack of education with his own knowledge. His efforts did not amount to much in that area, however.

Lord Bryce came on occassion to listen to his stirring tales on the lute. Favian recognized his father immediately, but never gathered up the courage to visit with him. He had a fear that kept him from engaging with people for long stretches of time. Being away from other's helped him recollect his energy and inspiration.

Favian sits in his cabin many nights, playing his instruments. He crafts new music in order to impact the people of Milborne. Recently, he had even seen creatures of enormous size travelling through the wood at night. Strange new circumstances that could require his attention. But could he forgo his recluse state in order to help other's more practically? Perhaps..[/color]

[h2][center][b]Personality[/b][/center][/h2]

[color=white][b]Demeanor:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]Favian is a type of recluse. The only time he interacts with others is during his concerts to the people of Milborne. He has a fear of being discovered by the nobility and tries to stay away from them. This is especially so for his mother and father. His heart is to help others in the best way he knows how, through music. He believes in a higher standard; loyality, humility and kindness are his virtues. Because of his negative experiences in life, Favian believes that it is those who break the rules and take advantage of others that come out on top. This belief has created bitterness in his heart to those of higher status. He absolutely abhors ignorance and does his best to keep his mind sharp. Reading and learning are important to him. He only wishes others saw the same value in them as himself. Having his own voice to express to others is one of his greatest needs and desires. He uses music in order to do just that.[/color]

[color=white][b]Likes:[/b][/color] 
-[color=green]Stirring music.[/color]
-[color=green]Virtues.[/color]
-[color=green]Wisdom/Learning[/color]
-[color=green]Inspiring others.[/color]
-[color=green]Being alone.[/color]
-[color=green]Discovery.[/color]

[color=white][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] 
-[color=red]Ignorance.[/color]
-[color=red]His parents.[/color]
-[color=red]The nobility.[/color]
-[color=red]Large crowds.[/color]
-[color=red]Being silenced.[/color]
-[color=red]Awkward silence.[/color]

[color=white][b]Skills:[/b][/color]

[b]Musical Proficiency:[/b] [color=0054a6]Favian is a great musician able to convey feelings of all kinds through the music he composes himself. People are enraptured by his songs and tales, hanging on to every verse. He is able to play all manner of musical instruments well, but specializes in the lute.[/color] 

[b]Learned:[/b] [color=0054a6]Being brought up as the son of a Lord gave Favian the opportunity to learn to read, write and take care of himself. He has never lost the desire to learn, but the subjects in which he engages in today are much different then the ones he was forced to learn growing up.[/color]

[b]Wisdom:[/b] [color=0054a6]Throughout his travels, Favian has experienced much of what the world has to offer. He has seen much and done much. The wisdom he has gained through his experiences have impacted him greatly, giving him good words for people of all different circumstances. He almost always has an answer for a problem that he encounters.[/color]


[color=white][b]Dreams:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]Favian wishes to have a voice in matters. To destroy ignorance and uplift understanding. He wants to be valued for who he is and the skills he possesses. He wants to show his family that who he was created to be was greater then anything they tried to turn him into.[/color]


[b]Relations:[/b]

[color=0054a6]Father; Favian doesn't always look at his father with favor. He loved who he was, not what he became. His father was the one who encouraged the arts in him, to pursue his dreams. To be what he wanted. Then his mother started hounding him, hurting him. His father had ever chance to stop her, stand up to her. Why didn't he? Why didn't he protect him?

Mother; He always wanted to love her. Have a relationship with her. Perhaps have her eyes open at some point in time. But she never did. He resents he more than anything and doesn't really want her back in his life. He wouldn't know where to begin on forgiving her.

Troubadours; Have always been like a family he was never related to. They gave him a sense of belonging and a sense of self that his past life hadn't. They allowed him to dream, learn and spread his wings and he'd definitely help a member out in a heartbeat.[/color]

[color=white][b]Gear and Goods:[/b][/color] [color=0054a6]A cabin within Glistening Wood, a set of various musical instruments, his prized lute, clothes for different seasons, and many different books, scrolls, sheets of musical compositions, and a pen for writing.[/color]


[b]Unknown:[/b]

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