Shelved Character Iosif

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《 || CHARACTER INFORMATION || 》Pure Identity

⬦ 【 Full Name 】» | Iosif Petre Jan Movila |
⬦ 【 Race/Culture 】» | Întuneric Ailor |
⬦ 【 Age/Birthdate 】» | Twenty-One / October 13th 290 AC |
⬦【 Gender/Pronouns 】» | Masculine |
⬦ 【 Occult Designation 】» | Mundane |​

《 || Core Concept || 》Character, Integrity

〉〉 Sera Iosif Movila is a Confidant-Knight of the Grauwald Group. A simple commoner from Baldmark, the environment of his homeland and upbringing developed into a fearful fascination and interest towards the occult and, eventually, a dedication to their defeat or subjugation into 'useful' members of the Empire under the Lothar. His role as a Grauwald is almost entirely motivated by interest. For no matter how much education he might have had, there is nothing compared to witnessing or utilizing occult or monstrous forces in the field, exposure certainly guaranteed by his presence in the Grauwald.​

《 || Appearance Information || 》Friendly Face

〉〉 Entirely unassuming. Sera Iosif is far from the cream of the crop amongst the Lothar. Standing at 163cm (5'4") with a slight build that might have been considered gangly if he were any taller. If his training had occurred anytime before the invention and popularity of the firearm, he would have surely not passed graduation. Aside from these facts, he is soft-faced and plain, with lightly tanned skin, medium dark-brown hair and dull hazel eyes.​

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《 || Proficiency || 》Weaponry, Talents

⬦【 Strength 】 » | 1 | «

» | Building Scale |​

⬦【 Constitution 】 » | 6 | «

» | Rebound, Debuff Endurance, Rage Counter, Interception |​

⬦【 Wisdom 】» | 0 | «
⬦【 Dexterity 】» | 7 | « (+1 Free, Ailor Racial)

» | Soft Landing, Spray and Pray, Sharp Reflexes, Close Save, Dirty Fighter, Belt Shot, Agonizing Shot, Critical Hit |​

⬦【 Magic 】» | 0 | «
⬦【 Faith 】» | 0 | « ​

《 || Languages || 》Communication

⬦【 Înnora 】» (First Language, Native) «
⬦【 Common 】» (Second Language, Fluent) «
⬦ 【 Calem 】» (Third Language, Semi-Fluent, Illiterate)​

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《 || Life Story || 》The Past

〉〉 There was little to shelter young Iosif. His hometown was one near completely forgotten, unassuming to all but the locals, within was the knowledge one was either born with or spent years learning. Occult rule. The home of a Vampire Lord, or a coven of witches, perhaps powerful Void worshippers. Nobody knew. All that could point towards the fact was the near-constant disappearances, the strange dreams the inhabitants witnessed, and the culture of paranoia throughout. Many rituals conducted in the meager hope of keeping one safe from evil.
〉〉 Near every story, near every cautionary tale then, was of the Occult. Spoon-feeding children a myriad of cautionary anecdotes and the occasional lived experience. As Iosif was surrounded by these tales, it began his fear and fascination. Aside from these brief reprieves, his life was boring. When he was not playing at hunting vampires or retelling ghost stories with his friends, there was little else to do aside from hope he didn't end up the next mysterious victim.
〉〉 Something rare did happen, however, around the time of Iosif's eleventh birthday. A Lothar patrol showed up one day, a sizable one. On a recruitment tour through Baldmark. As all other's before, they deemed the area unremarkable, despite the townsfolk's many claims to the contrary to motivate their investigation. Nothing was found, but from their time there, they did manage to gain a sizable following of youths eager to leave the place. Iosif amongst them.
〉〉 His education under the Lothar was unlike anything he had previously experienced. Knowledge of Demons, Mages, the Dimensions, Vile Gods, the Arken... The more he learned, the more he wanted to delve into. And the more certain that he was of his path towards the Grauwald. His graduation occurred not long after his birthday, on October 17th, 311 AC. Following all of the necessary celebrations and congratulations over this, his sights were eventually set on a place he had never witnessed before, far away from his homeland. The City of Light: Regalia.​

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