OS: Evian

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Name: Evian Auger

Alias: N/A

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Species: Human

Height/Weight: 5'9''|162 lbs

Job: Knight (of the Militia group Sparring Sparrows)

Birthday: Jan 29

Personality:

+ Capable

He has clever hands and an even smarter mouth. He can be reliable in the strangest ways--but the catch is, he doesn’t think most things are worth the effort.

+ Honest

While he is honest in the sense that he’s morally upright, he’s also honest in the sense that he’s not a guy to hide his feelings or sugarcoat things. The truth hurts, and trust me, it’ll bruise too.

+ Decisive

He grew up spoiled and sheltered, but thankfully not lazy. If he’s decided on something, he’ll pursue it with his all and will go at his goals with the stubbornness of a bull. But on the flip side, if he doesn’t care for it, he’ll put absolutely zero effort into it.

+ Observant (of environment)

His fighting style requires him to make use of his surroundings, so he’s grown up with the habit of being aware of what’s around him. Consequently, he rarely gets snuck up on, but unfortunately this skill doesn’t translate well to people since he grew up sheltered (and with no friends).

+ Demanding

While not the heir to a sprawling mansion, he did grow up rather well to do and is used to having his way. He isn’t used to hearing he’s wrong, and will argue viciously and defensively until he cools off.

+Alcoholic

...yeah.

History:

Evian’s family ran a successful apothecary in Prima, one that was headed by his grandfather and expected to be succeeded by Evian’s older brother Marcel. As the second son, Evian had no obligations and was free to pursue his whims--and so he did, spending his days picking up random hobbies and dropping them just as fast. But over the years, his persistent passions were reading or training at the nearest dojo. As a result, he became both very knowledgeable about random topics and very good with his hands.

He never felt particularly envious of Marcel, who had grandfather’s attention and time but was constantly swamped in his studies to be the apothecary’s successor, but instead relished the freedom that came with being (financially) cared for and not having to lift a finger to do it--which was just as well, considering he had no interest in the apothecary at all.

He didn’t stop to think of what his brother thought of everything, which backfired on him spectacularly when their grandpa passed and the apothecary was passed down to Marcel, who promptly dropped everything to elope with “the love of his life” whom he met during open karaoke tavern night. He took most of the money with him too, so Evian was left confused and floundering with a business that a) he didn’t know how to manage and b) had absolutely no interest in. So it sank, and Evian didn’t try very hard to keep it from happening.

Frustrated, he took up drinking every night in local bars, complaining dramatically (and drunkenly) to everyone who would listen about the unfairness of the situation and the cruelness of the world. He splurged on alcohol until he was pretty much broke, and when one of the tavern’s patrons suggested he go out and sell his services, Evian stood in front of the tavern to do just that. Except people mistook his meaning, so he beat them up and got arrested.

In jail, it was either stay there for eons or enlist, and it was a pretty obvious choice for him to make. He joined the knights under the militia group Sparring Sparrows and have been with them ever since.

Additional Info:

- Has very steady hands. Would make a great surgeon! n__n

- Flexible. Can do the splits and overhead flips and ping-pong off rocks like nobody’s business!

- Has absolutely no idea how to use a sword. He carries one around because it fits his image of what a knight should look like--but if he gets serious in a fight, he’ll rip off all his shiny armor, slip on his brass knuckles, and drop into a fighting stance.

- Runs hot and rarely gets cold.

- The absolute worst kind of weepy, clingy, embarrassing drunk. Heavyweight by practice. (His liver is probably crying!)

- Wakes up every day at 8:30AM like clockwork--even if he has a hangover. If he’s awake any earlier or later, he’ll be irritable all day.

- Can’t sit still. Even if he’s relaxing, he’ll swing his legs, tap his feet, or drum his fingers.

- CV: Fukuyama Jun 

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