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Avi

Scruffy and charming with an easy smile. Always a clever look to give, tempered with subtle weariness and waning optimism.

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a character in “Here, At the End of the World”, as played by FathersDislikeMe

Description

All my friends got flowers in their eyes,
But I got none this season.


NAME: Avi (Aviton Morren)
GENDER: Male
AGE: 28

BACKSTORY: Avi grew up on a small ranch with an adoptive father who was a car guy and mother who was a horse trainer. Well-behaved but a dreamer, his head often up in the clouds. Feeling the need to travel at a young age, he enlisted after trying his hand at college for a couple years.

During his time in, he visited eight countries, lived in three, saw nearly every state, and deployed a few times. His time in combat incensed him towards human nature, tempering his optimism with grim thoughts and a little confusion. Life had, before, seemed so bright, so simple and easy. The rose colored glasses had come off, though, and he didn't like what he saw.

Far more weary and worn and much stronger than he was as a youth, Avi returned home when his father passed away to take over the family property. Without a real direction in his life, though, he’s trying to do his best to make sure he can pay property taxes. His military savings are running out, he doesn't want to dip in to his inheritance, his father's employees quit when he passed and he doesn't know near enough about the job to run the place himself, and he doesn’t want to have to sell.

Eventually, he decided that there was a market in Fairbrooks for affordable housing, and he didn’t use much of the house anyways. Warm memories of childhood make him uncomfortable, as he’s grown a little colder and distant in the past years. So he decided that he'd rent out to people. College students, people in town for a few months, nothing very permanent. The extra income would at least pay the utilities and taxes.

DESCRIPTION: Both boyish and weary at once. Large, green eyes that sparkle with clever mischief, an easy smile, and the kind of man who walks as though his clothes are a second skin. A mix of casual contentment and constant curiosity. Lean and healthy, with lines of muscle visible under his shirt. Broad shoulders, small waist, and quite tall. He's built for endurance, and less like a gym rat. His face is light, even when tanned, and a few freckles pop up here and there. His red-brown hair is thick and shaggy and marvelous, perpetually windswept, and his beard is bushy, but trimmed close to his jawline. His right incisor and canine are broken, and he has a faint scar at the corner of his mouth.

WEIRDNESS: Avi looks like a normal guy, save for the fact that he has a halo. Only those In the Know can notice it. Avi doesn't know what it does, and he has no clue why he has it. It appears ephemeral, rather than physical, and things pass right through it. It looks like a band of condensed, silvery moonlight, and it sheds more light during moments of intensity.

The only thing it really does for him is let him see in the dark, and... well, he has noticed that he's pretty lucky a lot of the time. A couple things happened to him overseas, and he really should be pushing up daisies right now.

Associated Abilities: If any, he doesn't know what they are yet. Never really cared to.

TRAITS: STRENGTHS: Athletic, Resilient, Charming, Stoic

SKILLS: Emergency Medicine, Literacy Skills, Outdoors, Military, Talking Good

TIDBITS: Largesse (inherited family home, family fund), Worldly (he's traveled quite a bit), League Player (Avi's a pool shark, and even played competitively a few years), Animal Friend (animals seem to feel comfortable around Avi)

So begins...

Avi's Story

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Character Portrait: Avi

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#, as written by Connected
Crunch, crunch, crunch went chunks of rock as little steps drummed along the graveled path. They had an accompaniment - the warbling of polyurethane wheels on loose stone. Eventually, there was a clatter, and the melody changed. Sounding much like the hiss of a gas-fed flame, the big black luggage bag rolled along on pavement now, tugged by a young woman not terribly much larger than it. Her wheels clicked on the concrete seams as she drew closer and closer to the door.

It seemed polite to knock, and so she did upon reaching the door, rapping her knuckles upon it and awaiting her invitation before carefully pushing it open. She stepped inside, heaving her suitcase in behind her.

Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, cheap gray hoodie, expensive headphones. She moved with a certain grace, as if every motion was rehearsed, each segueing perfectly into the next. She wore a disposable face mask, but the clarity of her voice came through despite it.

"Hey! One moment, let me just put this away," she said, excusing herself to her room with case in tow. She wasted no time in returning. She pulled out one of the stools at the kitchen island with a soft skrrrn before seating herself upon it as instructed. Her eyes, like focused lenses, peered sharply and inquisitively at the man before her, keeping watch over his every move. She was polite, cordial, even friendly...but her alertness showed her guard was not yet lowered. Maybe she'd noticed the halo, or maybe that's just how she was - it was too early to tell. Briefly, the conversation awkwardly lulled, creating a silence disturbed only by the sounds of cooking and Bob Seger crooning in the background.

"Sorry, was it Aw-vee or Av-vee?" she finally inquired, seeking to ease the tension she'd helped create. "Okay, so just 'Avi.' Got it. I'm Ingrid. Just Ingrid. Nice to meet you," she continued.

She denied the handshake offered her, explaining it by pointing at her mask and motioning broadly. "Sorry. You know." Okay, well, that explained the mask, but what about the headphones? She'd been pleasant in most every other respect; why hadn't she taken them off yet?

"Could I trouble you for a glass of water? I don't know where anything is yet," she asked, with all the tone and grace of a Southerner, but none of the drawl. Where was she from? Her accent was...hard to place. This girl was already presenting mysteries, but at the very least, she had made efforts to get off on the right foot.

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Character Portrait: Avi Character Portrait: Larry Wesker Character Portrait: In.Grid

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#, as written by CaptainGrue
Larry Wesker clutched his pendant.

So this is home now… It is beautiful.

The sunlight reflected off Wesker’s spectacles as he approached the house, trailing behind the young woman in headphones. His feet dragged on the gravel. His eyebrows couldn’t be more furrowed. His eyes were sunken in, as was his expression. A grimace that seemed to be shaped by the moustache that accompanied it. Even his short brown hair was wiry and stiff, albeit combed neatly.

His luggage was minimal, a single leather brown suitcase he brought in with him.

Upon laying his eyes on Avi, Wesker clutched the pendant tighter. It glowed a ghostly blue. Of more interest was the man’s halo above his head. Of course in Wesker’s experience, it was best to keep all the strangeness between him and his wife. This Avi didn’t seem to register its existence, so neither would he.

His voice was just as forlorn as the rest of his appearance.

“Larry Wesker. Hello.” He said, reluctant to take his right hand off the pendant to take a scone. “Thanks.” He had made scones himself, what felt like a long long time ago. It tasted as sweet as the memory, and as fluffy as his recollection of it.

The girl had returned, and for a moment Wesker held eye contact. He quickly put down the scone to clutch his pendant once more, almost wincing.

“I could also do with a glass. Long day. Parched.” He struggled to look back up to the girl, loosening the grip on his pendant. He wasn’t looking forward to having to contend with someone so young. The headphones were typical of today’s youth. On the bright side, he imagined that he wouldn’t have to listen to her music. Hopefully that was all his wife was concerned about too. It could be hard to tell, sometimes.

“And a tour would be exceptional.”

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