Viorel Nur
| Viorel Nur | |||||||
| Male Planar Human | |||||||
| Player: Lateral Nootropy | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Viorel Nur, Ivory Conglomerate Minor Shareholder | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | N/A | |||||||||
| Age: | 25 (looks 50+) | |||||||||
| Deity: | ||||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Arcanist, Linguist, Physician, Scribe | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Unaligned | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Ecstasy, Outlands | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 1,83 meters ~ 6 feet | |||||||||
| Weight: | 63 kg ~ 139 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Brown | |||||||||
| Hair: | Gray | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Pale Gray | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Gaunt | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Lanky, somewhat gaunt, and suffering from the Wasting tan. | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Competent Physician, Incompetent Merchant, Mediocre Scholar | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Bandages, Walking Stick, Satchel with the Crest of the Ivory Conglomerate. | ||||||||||
Note: This Document is a bit off, since I expected to start first level. It will be updated soon.
Appearance
Picture a lanky, gaunt human with long gray hair and beard. Grey skin too. In fact, this lack of colour seems to bleed off to his clothing, tools, or anything on his person. The only thing not suffering from this condition are his eyes, which are brown. The blandness of such is probably why colour survives in them in the first place.
His fingers constantly move on their own, independent of what he says or how he feels. Sometimes they look as if casting a spell, at other times as if conducting music and, very rarely, as if strangling some unlucky berk. The only times the condition might desist is when spellcasting or doing fine motor work.
Due to the unstimulating nature of his looks, it’s hard to notice day to day changes on him. He always seems to wear the same clothes and carry the same nondescript things. The only exception to this monotony, is a black satchel he always seems to have with him. It’s high quality leather with silver buckles. On the back is an engraved drawing - a white tusk in a blue circle. He never seems to take this satchel off his sight, and keeps it locked on his belt at all times.
Disposition & Mannerisms
It’s clear that Viorel was, once, a very curious individual, as well as a very polite one. “Was”, because that polite curiosity seems to randomly bleed between the long intervals of dejection. He swings between a general lack of motivation out of despondency and an obsession to do something not to think about said despondency.
When he is on his inactive side, he tends to assume an introverted, some would say borderline autistic, stance. He might mumble to himself or not react to outside stimuli and generally likes to be left alone. On the other side, he tends to go out of his way to offer help or advice to people - and whether they ask or desire such is irrelevant. Either that or he puts some goal to mind and follows it to the best of his ability. And when the pendulum strikes center, sometimes, he emerges from his reclusion in a ponderous yet talkative mood, enjoying good company, beer and, above all, humour.
Good Ol' Days
Of Birth
Viorel is the son of Mircea Nur, Aasimar and low ranking Signer. Mother unknown. Born in Ecstasy (the Gatetown, not the condition), he had a peaceful and happy childhood, characterised by a deep adoration of his father. His name is derived from his eye colour as an newborn, which reminded his father of bluebells. Neonate eyes being what they are, his eyes are brown, but the name stuck. Up to his early adolescence he believed that his father had actually made him manifest out of nothing, as was his claim. Later,when he gained access to a small measure of education he rejected the idea as the barkle it was.
The growing distance between Mircea and Viorel never escalated to harsh words or arguments - in part due to Elysium’s influence. The other part was Viorel’s reluctant recognition that his father, behind his evident kindness and vibrant personality, was regrettably somewhat of a simpleton. He could not grasp half of what his son said most of the time but managed to deflect it with vague constructs of fancy. Either that or Viorel was exceedingly intelligent, but that had not occurred to him at the time. Instead of colliding with his father he simply nodded along while studying more and more philosophy and science at every opportunity.
Of Education
When he came of age, around 14 that is, he used his father's connections with a merchant company called “The Ivory Conglomerate” and got an apprenticeship with a Mercane wizard of minor power named Hom. He moved to Tradegate in Hom’s “estate”, which was little more than a normal house by everyday standards. He took to magic surprisingly quickly, and Hom decided to get him involved with the company as a merchant of oddities. While not completely incompetent, the fact that he refused to lie when it came to his trinkets - or “Represent the Merchandise in a fashion that is both profitable to the consortium and reflects the clients desires” - meant that he wasn’t satisfactory.
Surprisingly, he showed promise in matters of larger scale, and after studying planar trade laws, trade routes and supply lines, he devised ways where he could apply decision theory to design a more profitable modus operandi for the company, with an overall goal of proving that trade is, in fact, not a zero sum game. The presentation of these ideas gave him an audience with the high ups of the company, who gave him a very slim share in return for putting these theories to practice. A very slim share of the already small profits of a minor trade company.
Other than trade theory, Viorel had very little distractions from his arcane studies. While pleasant to be around he didn’t go out of his way to socialise and passed most of his time with his books, graphs and summoning circles. He’d shown promise when it came to creation (conjuration’s subschool) due to his father’s tall tales when he was a boy. Four years later, he completed his apprenticeship and returned to Ecstasy for a spell. He remained with his father another four, helping him with his work and accompanying him on his rare travel’s to the beastlands - a practice Mercea had taken up in his absence, and which he loathed with a passion.
During that time Viorel researched the lower planes, seemingly trying to grasp some concept or other, which he vehemently refused to discuss. At the end of their time together, Mircea presented him with a present; A panther from the Beastlands which he had named Adham, and whom he intended for his son to take as a familiar. Viorel’s protests aside, Adham seemed rather intelligent and timid for a vicious animal. That, coupled with his father’s incessant prodding did the trick, and Viorel bound the panther to himself.
Of Enlightenment
From this point on, things are a bit murky. Viorel wandered the outlands for a few months, and ended up visiting Hopeless as part of his research. After passing the Screaming Gate, his trail is lost. Some say he immersed himself in the well, others that he apprenticed to Thingol - and of course there are those who say he sold his soul to one of the ‘loths, but for what, nobody knows. Whatever happened, he emerged from the gate two years later, colourless and some say, barmy.
After his ordeals, whatever they are, he directed himself to sigil, following the call of something which, in the very rare occasion he feels like explaining himself, he calls Fie Son. When he arrived he seemed completely disinterested in continuing his research, instead wandering aimlessly around the city.
House Ex Miscellanea
Personal Motto: Never argue with an idiot - they drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Cardinal Mood-setter: Shadow - Susan Craig Winsberg
Portrait: Viorel Nur Portrait.7z