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name: sevyn luneas [fc: jeong yunho]

age: 28

height: 6'1"/185cm

occupation: blacksmith / farmhand

past occupation: mercernary for hire

birthplace: north elysoria

current residence: north elysoria

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orientation: pan-sexual/-romantic / polyamorous

relationship status: single

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- feel free to call me by my username or character name !!

- my timezone is GMT+10

- i prefer 3rd pov over 1st, plotting over winging, just ask honestly if you're unsure !! communication is key and i know that i'll sometimes go a little awol but i will try my best to respond eventually, life can sometimes just be a bit much

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↬ The only thing Sevyn was ever told about his father was that he served as a knight for the kingdom and that he had died protecting the people. As a young boy, Sevyn believed his mother's words, her stories about how great of a man his father had been. As he grew older though, the stories became fewer and far between, a certain emptiness in his mother's eyes whenever she did speak of him was what Sevyn noticed instead.

Despite the growing scepticism, Sevyn trained from a young age to become stronger, to be able to protect his mother from all of the dangers of the world. The mountains became his backyard, his training grounds. Every scar was a reminder to be better, to be stronger. Born and raised in the north side of Elysoria had many disadvantages, but the community was something he could never be more grateful for. When his mother was busy working, or wasn't available emotionally, he had all of the aunts and uncles in the world to teach him all the lessons he could ever need.

When he was just shy of turning sixteen, his mother passed away. He never did find out the truth about his father, and he decided that that was okay. He had far more people he could call his family now and he didn't need to know if his mother didn't wish to tell him.

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↬ When one of the men from his village offered to take him under his wing as a mercernary Sevyn had no reason to refuse him. He appreciated and was honoured to be given such a chance, and it meant that he could take the time away from his home to process everything. He had a lot left to learn and he knew that.

He travelled throughout the north, learned even more about the mountains - the dangers, the safety, the reality. Most of the jobs they took on were escort requests, as guards, as buffers, as guides.

The first time he killed another man was when he was eighteen. An escort mission gone awry. Their employers had been a little paranoid and had hired more than just their party. Tensions had been high from the beginning of the trip. A fight broke out and in the end, Sevyn was the only one of his party to remain standing. He had to say goodbye to the man who had been more like a father to him than anyone.

He stayed on the move, taking on more jobs, more work, learning the ins and outs of the land. Rarely did he ever visit the south, but he wasn't unfamiliar with that side of Elysoria. It took five years before he decided to settle down more permanently and take up a craft, blacksmithing. Because even though he had laid down his arms for now, there would always be a need for them for someone, somewhere.

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↬ For the past five years or so, Sevyn has honed in on his skills in making and creating weapons and armor for different people. He doesn't ever talk about his past, and he's become a man of fewer words than before.

As a sort of personal way repenting for the lives he has taken, he not only works as a blacksmith, but as a farmhand for some of the locals, especially the elderly who struggle to work the fields like they used to. Some of these folk have known him since he was a child and he likes to think that this is a way to repay them for all of the times they took care of him when he or his mother couldn't.

He takes on any requests which require travelling into or through the mountains too, but sometimes he just likes to take hikes for a break from life.

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mountains > main path

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