Aeverie The Puppeteer

Character Name: Aeverie Yearwood

Race: Half-High Elf

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Character Description:

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Aeverie is quite bulky compared to your average Half Elf, let alone High Elf. Growing up lumbering and woodcarving gave him some decent upper body strength at first. After he became a street performer these muscles started to fade due to less use so he fits in a bit better now.. in this regard at least. Standing at a humble 5"7, somewhat short for a High Elf, he can look a bit out of place at times. His pale skin, long green hair, and emerald like eyes seem to be the few traits he gained from his Elf Mother rather than human Father like many of his other defining characteristics.

Character Occupation: (Optional)

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At first Aeve was a wood worker, helping his Father out at home. When he began traveling however his skillset turned to more of a theatrical type. Throwing his voice, slight of hand, and puppeteering are what he likes to boast; even if he skill practices carving in his free time.

Character Personality/Traits:

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Aeve can be quite the untrusting fellow. He was left at a young age by his Mother so trust is a scarce leaving him unwilling to hand it out. What Aeve lacks in social graces he does make up for in the performance of such things. In his mind acting as if you have something is just as good as having it. Who needs a bright and bubbly personality with the flare and pizzazz of a true showman when you can create a persona and tune it to perfection! Beauty is skin deep, trust is a shallow façade, even so; the show must go on.

Character Biography:

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My first memory, it wasn't a happy one. Yelling, shattering, fighting, "███████, p.l.ea..se..!", and then she was gone. Nothing but a fling or some foolish boy who tried to win her heart, Sawyer meant less to her than the dirt beneath her heel. 2 years, it took 2 years for her god complex to kick in and abandon us... I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish she left sooner. My Father lay in front on a broken vase on the ground, a little trickle of blood dotted the ground bellow him. He sobbed and sobbed yet once I approached he wrapped me in a warm embrace

"W-We're gonna be ok Bud- S-S-he'll be sorry! We're gonn- nna be amazing!" He whispered into my ear through his tears

I don't think there's a man out there more compassionate than Sawyer Heartwood, a man of pure gold inside and out. Even after she left us we still had each other. If there's one flaw to him it's his gullibility. His absolute trust left him with a son at 20 and not a coin to his name. The house was hers, the food was hers, even the clothes on his back were hers. She pampered him, fed him beautiful lies just to take every last thing away and dump a child on him. No matter how many times he told me to love everyone and forgive easy my blood boiled just looking at his gentle face. If only he left her first, if only he noticed her true colors, if only I was never born. That monster looked at his kind eyes and soft smile in hopes to steal it just like she did his heart. He cries. I hear him every once in a while. Years have gone by yet he still mourns her, praying she'll return. I wish I could open his eyes! I want to show him the monster he wishes would return!

Eventually Sawyer got a job at a logging company. We were poor so he carved toys out of the scrap logs for me. I started helping him carve as I got older. Before we knew it he was the leader of his own lumber crew and I manned the main store, selling mini carvings on the side. Finally living comfortably, finally we owned everything ourselves, finally we weren't tied down.

"Bud, do ya ever... wanna do somethin more? You don't gotta stay 'ere with me forever, heh! I've seen ya carve, I've seen the smile you give to the customers, you're more than this. Do great things my boy, I'm proud no matter what!" He gave me his adoring smile. The reflection in his eyes showed me greatness I could only ever dream of, yet he saw that in me. How can I refuse?

We began taking time after work to look into jobs and big cities. Eventually something hit me - Puppets. It's almost tragic that I thought of manipulation as a fun job, but it suits me. Walking the streets as I brought my carvings to life, it's perfect. On the streets I could keep my ear to the ground too. I'll make my Father proud and find her. I have questions... I want to know why she did what she did to us.

About a year passed; town to town, following leads on High Elven women rumored to be sleeping around, keeping up appearances. It felt as though my strings not only made my puppets dance, but tied me straight to her.

Other/Extra:

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Performance Costume

I was hoping to start with some sort of puppet item. Can I work something out with not having a starting balance or making a crafting rp pre-application finish? It really doesn't make sense for someone whos already been traveling with a puppet to not have it and with his background he could easily make more. If not pretty understandable just wanted to shoot my shot.

Everyday Wear