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Name: Raven Heartwood

Age: 17

Occupation: Preformer/Odd Jobs

Appearance: Raven is a tall handsome, strapping young lad. His well tanned, clear, and well muscled skin is shown off by his tendency to wear sleeveless and or unbuttoned shirts. Raven is 6 feet tall, though he often gets mistaken for being taller because of his energetic tendencies. He has silvery hair that stretches a bit further than his ears. He has friendly, welcoming brown eyes, and three marks that look like scratches on one side of his cheek. He tells people they're from getting into a tussle with a Ursaring, but in reality they're just a birthmark. He wears an assortment of trinkets to add to his flair, these include his hat, a bandana, a wristband, and a necklace.


Biography: Raven grew up in foster care, though his lack of parents didn't seem to bother him, his last name is simply something he thought up when he was rather young and has stuck to it. He was always a bundle of energy, though not always a bundle of joy. Though never intentional he'd often create some sort of trouble. Whether it was scraping his knees, clambering up to sneak a cookie, or just not going to sleep, nothing near Raven was quiet for long. Soon enough he began going to school, something that went better than some would've thought. Raven made friends easily and seemed to have a sort of natural suaveness to him. His curious nature allowed him to preform academically well when he wasn't goofing off, and everyone loves someone good at sports. Its a fact. Still, school bored him quickly. He was inspired however, by a street show he saw once. Interested Raven picked up a few new skills, he became a skilled magician and a great break-dancer. Subsequently he dropped out out of school once his junior year ended and began travelling, his natural charisma allowing him to succeed as a street performer. One day he received a Pokeball in his hat among the cash. Anybody who was anybody wanted to be a Pokemon trainer at some point and Raven was no different.

Personality: Raven is friendly, he's eager to talk with new people just to talk to them and is always ready to have a new experience. He has a bit of natural charm and seems to get people fairly easily, making connections and new friends in no time. He puts his all into everything he does and nothing keeps him down for long. He might get a bit dispirited if someone doesn't take a shine to him, but that'll be put aside when he attempts to befriend them with renewed vigor. Raven's always ready to lend a helping hand, sometimes whether you want it or not. He may be clever, but he's not actually overly smart. Though on the spot thinking saves him most of the time, his lack of planning can occasionally lead to trouble.

Pokemon Caught Ever: 2

Pokemon Party: Eevee, Weedle

Rank: Beginner
Trainer Points: 24
Organization: 
Current Location: Feyhollow Town
Pokedex: 1/0/0/0
#133-3; #013-1

Inventory: 2/10
Pokeball x2

♣ Jarvan Gearshield • 8th of Clubs • The Fierce Forge ♣

HP: 18/18 || SA: 18/18 || 219 GP || 37 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *


D Dorms- D12 : At My New Home : Intrigued

@Mae@Damiann47



At first Jarvan found the relative squalor he was going though somewhat off-putting, but he shrugged pragmatically. He was a club after all and a low one at that. He would take whatever came in way and come through it with a smile. With this in mind he made his way through the cramped alley casually, taking care to avoid stepping in anything nasty. It was longer than he expected but he eventually arrived at what seemed to be his new dorm. Looking around to acquaint himself with his surroundings Jarvan found the place to be surpassingly comforting. It reminded him of an open market, save for the fact that there were only people about his age. There were still a few too many people for him to be entirely comfortable but it was better than before, there wasn't the same panicky energy. Before he was able to come to a decision regarding what to do next a boy that barely came up to his midchest with oversized clothes and glasses that seemed more cosmetic than functional.

Jarvan shook the hand that sprouted from the mass of clothing, the boy continued to offer Jarvan and the girr--, girl next to him. She was reasonably dressed in plain clothing with alluring pale blue hair tied into a practical ponytail and eyes an intriguing shade of red. Not much shorter than he was and obviously someone used to work. His own smudged blacksmith apron felt crude, though his plain white shirt and dull brown pants weren't too far off from her own. She was faintly familiar, but not enough for Jarvan to remember from where or how. He then realized he'd been looking at her trying to figure it out for several seconds longer than normal people looked at each other and had ignored the short kid. Right, the tour. Jarvan ignored the fact that his face turned the color of a dull ember briefly, and faced the short kid again. "Ah, you'd be correct, just arrived in case it wasn't obvious enough." A short two syllable laugh. "I could certainly use a hand in figuring this place out. Though perhaps introduction are in order first. I'm Jarvan Gearshield of the Fierce Forge and an eight of clubs." Jarvan gave a short bow to both the girl and the kid, straightening up and waiting expectantly for their responses.

Treasure: None
Inventory
Mess Kit
Iron Rations x3
Bag of Heavy Tools
Metallic Orange Macaroon-Shaped Trinket Depletion Rate: 1/15


Thematic Items
Blacksmith Apron
Hammer
Backpack with stuff for dorm (Clothes, toiletries, etc.)

Health: 12 (base)
Sanity: 12 (base)
Defense: 10
Willpower: 13
Stamina: 15
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 10
Stealth: 9
Magic: 11
Vigilance: 10
Luck: 0

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