Corvan Beltardois

Background

Corvan was born to the noble House Hawklight in Old Sharlayan and spent most of his life as a scholar. His father, Marxis, resided on the Forum, gaining a seat for his contributions to advancements in noulith prototypes and somanoutics.Even from a very young age, Corvan's thirst for knowledge was insatiable. Just as well, then, that he wasn't for want of materials to read and study. After spending several grueling years in the Studium, Corvan graduated with the equivalent of a medical doctorate.Even this, however, wasn't good enough. No matter how much he studied, or how many newfound abilities he gained, he could never gain his father's approval nor his mother's attention."There are more pages left unturned, Corvan."One day, Corvan overheard his father telling his mother that he wanted to cement his power in the Forum by ensuring his son received the Mark of the Archon... and to do so, more time at the Studium would be needed.It was at that point that Corvan decided, against his father's will, to leave the estate, renounce his nobility, and travel the world.He has seen sights galore, sampled many cuisines, and lived the life of solitude he had always dreamed of.Years later, upon returning to Sharlayan, he discovered that his parents were taken by the calamity. Though it was a bittersweet return to his estate, he has relinquished the house due to only having painful memories within it. He has rejected the legacy left for him by his father and has decided to forge a new one of his own and give new meaning to his family name.The fates, however, are capricious. The Hawklight name still carries weight in the Forum, and the rumor quickly spread that the 'prodigal son' had returned. Corvan must decide whether or not he will risk invoking his family name.Now, more than ever, what Corvan seeks is recognition through innovation. He may do anything... even with questionable motive... to get it.

• Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

Personality

To most people, Corvan can seem like an insufferable know-it-all. He uses flowery language every chance he gets and dismisses anyone who even looks untrustworthy. Get past this stoic, pedantic exterior, and you will find a layer of graciousness, generosity, politeness, and unwavering pragmatism. He is protective but non-confrontational; he would rather use intimidation and wit to get him through a conflict rather than violence. This does not preclude him, however, from employing his magical talents to defend either himself or others.Corvan is not religious, but he can appear superstitious; he believes that 'fate' or 'the fates' are in control, and they are a capricious and mischievous entity.The power of the Echo has manifested in a way that makes him remarkably perceptive; for instance, he can determine the fine details of an object, like a book, from a considerable distance away, and can often tell when someone is staring at him, even if his back is turned to them. However, he believes that everyone has such abilities, and would be surprised if others were not as observant.

• Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.

Appearance

Corvan stands exceptionally tall at six and a half fulms, which he considers to be both a blessing and a curse. He does not need the glasses he always wears to see; they are simply a way to help him focus on the things he spots with his unnatural perception.No matter what Corvan is wearing, it will always be a shade of his favorite color, red, and will almost always have gloves of some kind. Aesthetics has never really been his top priority. One thing he does know is that a solid crimson is a good contrast to his azure eyes.

• You aren't being punished. You're waiting for me.

Out-of-Character

As a newcomer to the RP community, I feel that I will forever be outside it, looking in. I wish for you, whoever you are, to prove me wrong.As far as roleplaying goes, I've been playing D&D for years both as a DM and a player. I'm not that good of a writer and certainly not very creative, but I'd like to think I'm fairly decent. At the very least, I know how to spell and form complete sentences.I have a few RP friends and acquaintances. If you would like to join that circle then I would more than welcome it. I definitely need the practice.If you are reading this, please feel free to approach Corvan and say hello. Engage him with something other than banal minutiae about the weather or the like, and you may get something out of him that goes past niceties.All that being said, I feel I need to add the usual warning that I am not my character; do not expect my feelings to reflect my character's and vice versa.

• All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

Hooks

Sharlayan.
It is clear by his accent and vestments where he hails from, though it has been years since he had set foot in the city since he left. What has changed that he may not know about? Have you any news of the Hawklight estate? In the studium, he majored in somanoutics and aetheric theory and minored in astromancy. Perhaps you had a class with him when he was younger?Alchemist.
Entirely self-trained, but prefers to use his skills for book bindings, tinctures, salves, and other concoctions that would do far more good than harm. Do not ask him to make you poison or a corrosive of any kind.Magickal Bloodline.
The study of somanoutics is a family tradition; all members of the Hawklight clan bear the same birthmark, although Corvan's is on his cheek. It has come to his attention that there are those outside his bloodline that can trace a similar mark to the dawn of the Crimson Duelists. Perhaps this would explain why Corvan is also an adept red mage.Socialite.
Corvan has connected with several people across Ul'dah and has the goal of leaving a good impression on as many people in the city as possible. It seems entirely self-serving, but he will be there to assist anyone if called upon.Medic.
"Chocolate is always the best medicine," you hear, as a piece of candy is slipped to you by a red-garbed stranger. If there aren't nouliths at his back, the gentle clinking of vials and small bottles will accompany a pair of very concerned eyes, desperately trying to figure out how he can help. He runs a clinic in the residential district.

• Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

Relationships

If you feel that the relationship your character has with Corvan is close and should be represented here, please contact me in-game!

• Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.