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Arva Gallea
Arva is a monk who left his monastry outside wing city to expirience the wider world.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by XavierDantius32, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Arva is short and stocky, with a head of close cropped auburn hair and eyes to match. His face his lined and weathered by years of working the fields around the monestry. His stocky body is ribbed with bands of muscle, giving him the appearence of a lithe dancer or acrobat. Unlike many residents of Wing City, Arva is unscarred by combat, He does however has the scars of acne he developed as a teenager. He dresses in a loose fitting grey tunic with a pair of baggy cotton pants tucked into high topped leather boots.
Personality
Arva is calm and calcualting with an introspective personality. He keeps himself to himself, prefering meditation to other human contact. He is non-violent and slow to anger, but is highly skilled in his own blend of martial arts. He refuses to kill, but will defend himself and the innocent if they are threatend
Equipment
Arva carries no more than can fit in his small cow hide satchel. His only real possesion is a wooden staff which is approximately five feet in length. This is Arva's primary weapon. His secondary weapon are his hands and feet.
So begins...
Arva Gallea's Story
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Arva Gallea wandered purposefully into the bar, using the hardwood staff as a walking stick. The leather pack on his back weighed quite heavily after his long trek from the monestry, a good twenty kilometers away. All he needed now was a drink and a rush mat in the corner.
Arva Gallea settled himself in a booth and placed the pack on his knees, pulling a small volume of prayers and meditiations from within. Shutting his eyes, he began to whisper softly to himself, placing his body within a restorative transe, designed to remove the fatigue from his body
Arva Gallea raised his bowed head and surveyed the bar. He got up from the booth and picked up his staff. The hard wood tip thudded on the floor as he walked across to the bar. He settled down on a stool and propped both elbows on the counter top.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Wing City
Arva Gallea padded down the damp backstreet, leaning on his hardwood staff. His cloth satchel hung from his left shoulder, bumping against the small of his back as he walked. In the orange glow of the street lighting, his grey tunic took on a brown hue, fluttering around his lithe form in the warm night breeze. He continued to walk down the street, flexing the muscles in his back and shoulders. There was something wierd in the air tonight. It was so palpable that he could almost taste it.
The setting changes from wing-city to Eastern Wing City Outskirts
Arva Gallea padded down the damp backstreet, leaning on his hardwood staff. His cloth satchel hung from his left shoulder, bumping against the small of his back as he walked. In the orange glow of the street lighting, his grey tunic took on a brown hue, fluttering around his lithe form in the warm night breeze. He continued to walk down the street, flexing the muscles in his back and shoulders. There was something wierd in the air tonight. It was so palpable that he could almost taste it.
Arva Gallea turned, his bright eyes hunting for the creature in the recesses of the alleyways. He dropped the satchel to the floor, gripping the staff in both hands. He muttered a prayer of protection under his breath, crouching low to the ground, ready to spring.
Arva Gallea did not flinchh. Instead, he backed up, keeping under the pool of light given off by the lamp. Muttering another word of power, the light brightend, contrasting starkly from the night-shadowed alleyways. He grasped his staff like a two-handed sword, golden runes flashing into life along its length. Arva began to enunciate the rite of banishment, in preparation of the fight to come.
The setting changes from eastern-wing-city-outskirts to Main Street
Arva Gallea wandered down the broad street, leaning on his simple wooden staff. The cloth knapsack that hung over his shoulder bounced of his broad back, rattling softly. The monk was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, that clung to his muscled frame, and a pair of dark jogging bottoms, tucked into a pair of leather riding boots.
Arva Gallea was not suprised by the appearence of this strange creature. Instead, he opened his pack and pulled out a loaf of bread. Breaking it in two, he extended half to the woman, placing his staff on the ground as a gesture of good faith. "Here. You look hungry." Arva's voice was soft, like the wind, carrying no anomosity or hatred.
Arva Gallea smiled broadly, squatting down on his haunches to rummage in his pack. After a few seconds he pulled out a leg of dried venison. Using his dextrous fingers, he peeled a large hunk away from the bone, and extended it to the creature. With his free hand he gestured at him self. "Me. Arva." he spoke slowly and clearly. He pointed directly at the purring creature. "You?"
Arva Gallea smiled again, revealing his white teeth. "Saken, ay." His voice had a distinct country burr to it. He tore off a hunk of meat and gobbled it down almost as fast. "What brings you to Wing city, Saken?"
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
“
Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
”
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
”
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