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they're deraviking

honestly i am flattered to be in the same universe as deravik

deravik is a ship man

are YOU ready to deravik yet?

prepare for he is c o m i n g

he has arrived prepare yourself

he is here and he also wants to d e r a v i k

______HUMAN CHARACTER______-

Name: Deravik [Last name ommited due to lack of memory of it]

Appearance: Six foot five.

Age: No one but he and Talesh know, but he appears to be twenty.

Sex: Male.

Race: Arvanen.

Biography: In the Western plains of Asurea, there's a civilization of tribals of the area called Arvanen. Unlike their more technologically and personality advanced counter-parts, Asureans, Aravene live traditionally off the land when in towns together, though the more common side, travelers, often only stop at inns and pubs to get food and such, though those kinds of things are far and few inbetween so most of them pack heavily and often have pack mules to carry the majority of their things. Most non-Arvanens find it curious why they travel for no reasons. If it was to survive, the fields of Asurea are rich with great soil and livestock, so it is easy to just stay in one spot and live happily. Some say that Arvanens are the first primitive race of humans, which is wrong, while others think it's a tradition for males to constantly travel. It's morally wrong for a female Arvanen to travel, and Arvans take their morals very seriously, though they're a lot more relaxed than most "religions" due to their lack of punishment for do-wrongers. If you don't count banishment as punishment... Deravik was born on the road with a caravan, by a woman not native to the country of Asurea. On his travels, Deravik's father had met her and gotten married. His wife had left the country soon after Deravik was born, though Arvans were not one to judge nor hold grudges. Deravik grew up with his father, and when he was eighteen, was left on his own in the desert with a large pack of tools and items. Luckily a sand-storm wasn't going to appear for several days, allowing enough time for Deravik to make it to a pun located near a desert oasis. It was full of colorful people, and the bartender was around his age, most likely slightly younger. His travels often were thought weird, as they consisted of just going around the entire boundary of the desert and then slowly circling to the inside, often repeating. His life had no real purpose, but such was the way of life fate had chosen for him... He had met Talesh once before he was actually on his own, though Deravik's father despised him for an untold and as such Deravik hadn't talked to his father in a while due to his relatively new partnership with Talesh, who in exchange for easy food carried Deravik's luggage and occasionally a lift over a water mass. After meeting Talesh, Deravik's traveling grew a lot more far out, eventually leaving the country to a strange place located across the globe from Asurea. There was a desert there too, and he was actually attacked once or twice for being with a dragon, but they were made easy work of with a sword and a nearly fifteen-foot-tall beast on his side. Curious to why they were so aggressive to dragon kin, Deravik sought to investigate a bit, though it was unlike his usual ways to poke around in others' business.

Personality: Preferring to keep to himself, Deravik tends to allow people to constantly guess things about him, age and all. The only real person who knows things about him is Talesh, but as a friend would, he plays Deravik's games too. He's often silent unless asked directly about the matter or in a conversation with only a single person, and even then only talks when the moment calls for it.

what if you wanted to d e r a v i k

but god said