Venturo Thayne
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| Venturo Thayne | |
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| Social Rank | 7 |
| Fealty | Lyceum |
| House | Thayne |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 27 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Brewer |
| Height | tall |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Eye Color | Pale Green |
| Skintone | Pale |
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Description
Starting at the crown of his head, the man's hair is a toussled mess that despite it's disheveled appearance, manages to frame his face well and fits just right. His face is longer than it is wider, and against the dark backdrop of his hair is a pair of pale green eyes that stand out vividly. His cheeks and chin are covered with a trimmed down beard, and the build of his red lips makes them quite expressive.
The build of his body is on the thinner side, but it shouldn't be mistaken for soft. Between his posture and the small signs of his trade, it's clear there is a graceful strength built from the dedication to his work. His clothing is that of a commoners, always with a stylistic bend to functionality and always lacking any dangling parts such as overly long sleeves that might get in his way.
Personality
Warm, passionate and at times a bit over the top, it leaves little doubt that he is passionate about his work and life. A believer of chance and luck, his casual attitude and love of stories (of dubious truth) lends itself to making fast friends. He'll happily chat the ear off of anyone who shows a modicum of interest in his work, be quick to anger at those who don't take that work seriously, and equally quick to forgive and forget those incidents.
Background
Venturo's life can be summed up in one thought: a series of fortunate chances. With both of his parents dead in his early childhood, he ended up in an orphange. While for many children, this would have resulted in a life with few opportunities, Venturo will tell you he always happened to be in the right place at the right time. A chance encounter with a bontanist here, a run in with a criminal element there that led to employment rather than worse things, he scrapped his way through his teenage years, always managing to get out of bad situations with good results.
Equally, he'll tell you he's won and lost fortunes, and spent a good chunk of his time travelling from one part of Arvum to another. It was a few years back that he stumbled, by sheer chance with a Nilanzan brewer in Lycene territory, that he had a knack for creating alcoholic concoctions. He'll say it's all gut instinct, rather than the years of laborious testing and experience others have in the field that has allowed him to succeed, but whatever the truth of it, he clearly has a knack for this particular field.
He's set out to Arx to setup his brewery and forge connections for the grains and ingredients required to do his work, along with distribution of said booze.
