Name: Sevral
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance
Standing near to 5â9â Sevral confronts the world with a calm, analytical, and sometimes skeptical but never condescending, gaze as his cool brown eyes assess his surroundings. His hair hangs long, neatly combed to the sides but still falling free, except in the back where its length exceeds his forward appearance and is tied into a careful tail. His features are still young, usually sporting a well groomed mustache and beard, or at least a shadow, but his presentation denotes one who has labored and endured, and who, even in youth, has still managed to unlock some of the secrets of lifeâs simpler pleasures.
Normally clad in a short-sleeved long-coat which falls to just around the manâs knees, Sevral dresses casually, preferring nothing terribly ostentatious. With a purple sash, overlapped by a black leather belt, fit snug around his waist, as well as a plain pair of leather boots and gloves, Sevral maintains a moderate look of middle-to-upper class to fit his aesthetic whims. A Brown leather satchel hangs across from his left shoulder.
Personality
Sevral is a modest man to say the least. Since his beginning he has had little, and so he enjoys simple things. As a crafter he has learned the aesthetic values around which the world is centered. Feeling that there is beauty in many things so long as they are balanced, Sevral may often come across as philosophical, though he himself simply sees it as a proper perception of lifeâs wonders. Sevral by habit can tend to be a perfectionist, and often he may look at something with a scrutinizing glare, determining immediate face-value of an object or person, and any and all noting flaws. Of course he has made no habit of expressing this in any way, especially not by making quick judgments, but he still finds himself adhered to this inescapable habit. Many times the man has learned that the miniscule imperfections make some things the most beautiful. The manâs careful gaze and eye for beauty can be seen in his work.
Equipment
Sevral utilizes a matching pair of longswords, hand-crafted by himself, and differing only with the fact that one blade remains sharpened while the other is not. Of his other belongings he carries a series of sharpeners, polishers and buffers for his swords, several writing utensils and paper, as well as a conglomeration of other small tools with which he can craft or construct miniscule projects, all of which reside within his satchel.
Training
Sevral is a well versed swordsman and maker, preferring to trust his own craft to wield instead of any other shady merchant's. The manâs speed and precision, both in creation and wielding, is a dazzling display of harmonic balance and deadly grace. Of his work in armor, weaponry and sometimes jewelry or other bauble, Sevral is known for its lasting durability, reliability, unique craft design and stunning efficiency either in combat, or in pleasure to the eye.
History
Sevral was born and left as an orphan within the industrialized infrastructure of the Creeds. Taken in by a small guild, he found an affinity and natural talent for designing and then forging out magnificent pieces of work. As he grew his products merely matured with him, with designs becoming more elaborate, as well as audacious. Sevral found pleasure in designing, and eventually began off in separate tangents. Soon Sevralâs craft encompassed both ends of an entire spectrum and more. Whether in a sword with no design except in how the satin was wrapped so delicately around the hilt, or in the construction of a Lionâs face whose mane was itself a battle enacted by miniature people, Sevral Capitalized on his skill, though never sacrificed the integrity of his product in exchange for profit.
Soon after his mentor had died, Sevral had taken over the growing guild for some time. For several years Sevral was maintaining a steadily increasing income, but found quickly that demand endangered to engulf supply. Greed sets in easily, and after several attempts by his guildsmen to offer knock-off creations under the false brand of Sevralâs own work, in addition to the tedious guidelines of the Creed, Sevral simply decided he would cease with his work to travel the world in search of other sources of inspiration. His craft, while still wildly spontaneous, still felt as though it had room to grow. Currently Sevral wanders wherever he feels, observing and taking notes. Often heâll see his trademark seal, a purple Phoenix within a crimson circle, and though it hasnât bothered him, he knows that most who brandish that insignia have no face to put behind the name of such beautiful work, but perhaps it is Sevral who puts his work to his name. Having no proper family, and subsequently no last name, to identify with, Sevral cherishes his work as his identification.