Arvin

kaitlincaul
Oct 7, 2023
1 min read

Name: Arvin

Age: 17 years

Gender: male

Race: human (Tris'Hathian - Lanuthan)

Height: 6'1"

Personality: Scared little rabbit. Arvin hates getting attention. No really. He would rather have a thousand papercuts than to spend a single moment in a social setting where peole are paying attention to him. His preferred pastime is reading and not being noticed. When avoiding peole or among the few people he trusts to be himself around, he is a quiet, polite, but friendly individual.

Description: Brown hair, brown eyes, beanpole build. Arvin has all the physical prowess of a stalk of wheat. He is scrawny to the point of looking malnourished, and always looks smaller than he is due to his constant hunched position. He wears large glasses and keeps his hair somewhat long and messy to help hide his face. He prefers to dress in drab colours. Anything bright might bring attention his way.

Biography:

Born the sixth son of ten boys and six girls to a farming family, Arvin knew nothing but chaos growing up. His older siblings were tasked with helping out on the farm. His younger siblings were tasked with helping around the house. He, being quite firmly in the middle, was overlooked by both sides. This suited him just fine, as it allowed him to sneak off on many occasions to hide away with his books.

In his teen years, a woman came to town. Few people paid attention to her. She was odd and never showed her face, and most people spoke in hushed whispers of hoping she wouold leave soon. Not Arvin though. Something about the woman caught his attention. And when she went sniffing around the cottage of thoe old hermit who lived on the edge of town, he knew she was not simply some vagabond passing through town.

The woman noticed him too, hiding behind the chaos of his family. She introduced herself as Shroud and offered to teach him the ar of hiding in plain sight. Arvin did not need to think over the offer. He packed a small bag of belongings, left a note on his bed, and followed her back to the Warren.

Thus began his love of espionage, and his deep seated desire to prove himself to Shroud; the only person to ever see him.