[Curious, Mild, Easy-going]

Akin to a blank canvas, Ivair’s personality could have only been described as devoid of colours—bland. Having possessed seemingly the most mild of curiosity and an alarming lack of ambition. Other than sometimes being playful with his doves, Ivair didn’t seem to have much of anything else.

But, slowly, Ivair is learning more about himself and the world around him. Trying out new things, rediscovering what he likes, interests, etc. He is very open to trying new things and has already tried his hand in many areas. One can be sure to find him at the community board, browsing new classes/events and signing up for the ones he thinks he enjoys (with several birds with him).

Easy to please, Ivair does not have the highest of expectations, though he's gradually learning and raising his standards to more appropriate levels. Surprisingly, he is very good at picking up when someone is trying to rip him off and is always quite smooth with turning people down. He has also discovered his sense of direction is quite terrible when trying to find his way without his birds.

An Areques who was born into a pre-destined role, his purpose seemingly coded into his very being. He began carrying out his duties without fail the moment his eyes opened. Ivair does not know how he came to be or why he was doing what he did. Only that his job was to stay within the parameters of his concealed domain and carry out his purpose of directing letters to their recipients.

A part of Ivair was curious about the outside world, but at the same time, almost all his attention was occupied with completing his task between a multitude of doves and therefore, didn’t spend much thoughts on what the doves experienced.

And then a letter came addressed to him. A letter of thanks (oh no cheese lol). Ivair had never received a letter before. He had always been a bystander, someone who simply passed along words through a third party. A tick of surprise and a mild curiosity, Ivair was touched.

Tucking the letter safely into his drawers, Ivair wondered if he should reply. Something told him he shouldn’t. Not until it was over. But what was he waiting for?

He didn’t know how or when he knew, but suddenly one day, he knew it had been a spell. A long flow of magic that had been wormed and entwined into every crevice of his soul. Neither did he know how or when it had occurred. But gradually, he found the need to stay within his domain lessened. As if the voice that had directed his thoughts had loosened their grip on him before completely releasing their hold. Perhaps the spell had faded over time or it had only been held in place until the right conditions had been met.

Soon, the mildness of his curiosity changed. He found himself wondering about the outside, but at the same time, he was apprehensive. Ivair’s only contact with the outside world had been individuals that’d change every few years who’d left him food and supplies every once in a while. They had never exchanged words and Ivair rarely ever saw them. Ivair wondered if that had been part of the spell too.

A trickle of knowledge had begun to sprout in Ivair’s mind. Knowledge he didn’t remember ever having. Knowledge he didn’t know how to use. There were too many gaps. For example, he knew what money was used for, but he didn’t know how to count them, and couldn’t remember what they looked like.

Bringing out a blank sheet of paper, Ivair began to compose a simple letter. He thanked the individual who sent him his first letter and…asked where the library was.