Physical Description

Pale skin with pointed features. Body is athletic. Eyes have black scileras with red irises; black fox-like pupils. Large Fennic Fox ears with tattoos on the back and two black stud piercings on the left ear. Hair is straight and the color of fresh blood. It is usually styled in a long braid that reaches his feet or in a ponytail. Braid can also be wrapped around his neck. Deer-like antlers will protrude from the sides of his head when maintaining his magicical form.

Speech

Accent is Germanic and his voice is smooth and low.

Mental & Emotional

Takes charge of his older sister because she's an absolute mess that doesn't usually think before she leaps and never considers the safety of others. He has adjusted to playing the parent or leading role all his life but Prissy can still stress him. Being constantly on the run for his entire life has eaten away at him slowly, getting to him more than he would like to admit.

Beliefs

Doesn't have much faith in religion in general due to seeing a large amount of loss in his life. Isn't superstitious like most of Keinlikt and will take moments to point out any flaws he may see in it. Can be very openly bitter about these things.

Daily Life/Health

His life currently focuses on maintaining a (hopefully) permanent home and training his apprentice in Weaver magic. His health is overall quite well but his mental stress can weigh him down physically at times. This has manifested in exhaustive collapses, constant dark circles and easier contraction of illnesses.

Powers/Abilities

Is an admirable High Weaver but not as advanced as he should be. His grandfather never took the time to properly train him after the loss of his daughter. He instead, took to learning from books and any normal Weavers who were more advanced in their knowledge but is largely self-taught. Regardless of how big his well of knowledge is, he is naturally a power house.

Background/Story

Born to a traveling Weaver mother, Rhaban only ever knew a life that was on the run. His mother was killed by a town mob when he was thirteen and he was then taken care of by his grandfather, one of the only known High Weavers, Highland Everhart. Rhaban briefly took on an apprentice himself once but the boy accidentally killed himself while attempting a dangerous spell. Rhaban mourned the loss but began looking for another student several years later, believing one of his only purposes he could fulfill in life would be to pass on his knowledge. This became even more important when he found out he inherited his grandfather's power and became a High Weaver himself.

Rhaban walked in search of a exuberant youth who could handle his teachings and had a lust for knowledge. He eventually came across Thomas Blackwood through a portal and saw promise in the young man. Thomas agreed to his offer fervently and began traveling with his new teacher, leaving behind two mentors in search of wider magical truths. While traveling, the two have grown a considerable bond and have given each other a piece of solace, though mostly that was Tom's gift to Rhaban.

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Rhaban manifested his powers while in a dream and accidentally moved the entire continent of Keinlikt to another unknown location. He went missing during this time but master and student eventually found each other world's apart, beginning a connection between new kingdoms. He currently spends his time tryingto build a normal life away from society, attempting to stop his running for the first time in his life.

Trivia

• The country's name, 'Keinlikt,' is based upon two german words meaning "no light."
• Occasionally smokes a pipe in order to destress.
• His body is adorned in jewels and stones to help better focus his magic.
• The open area of his clothes reveal the power of his main Cores which are the source of his magical abilities.

Stats

Personality

Extremely standoffish and quiet. His entire demeanor is on guard constantly and people tend to feel uncomfortable around him. You can tell he's gone through hard times just from looking into his eyes and people with a sentimental heart can understand why he is the way he is. Others will not be able to understand and just chalk it up to him being an asshole.

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke. -Vincent Van Gogh