Cadern Ravenseye
| Cadern Ravenseye | |
|---|---|
| Social Rank | 6 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Ravenseye |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 28 |
| Religion | Shamanism |
| Vocation | Noble |
| Height | 6'1" |
| Hair Color | Raven Black |
| Eye Color | Grey Blue |
| Skintone | Tanned |
| Family | |
| Parents | Bran Ravenseye, Sorcha Ravenseye |
| Siblings | Aella Ravenseye, Rosalind Ravenseye, Triton Ravenseye |
| Uncles/Aunts | Jason Ravenseye, Robert Ravenseye |
| Cousins | Danvir Ravenseye, Jayden Ravenseye |
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Description
Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk.
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Personality
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Background
Cadern was a rapscallion. A scavenger of attention. A thirsty little sneak who made it his business to get into things. He cherished freedom, the freedom to run amok, and clashed frequently with his older sister, with whom he had a seriously healthy sibling rivalry, especially when both were too young to temper themselves particularly. The shamans of the Ravenseyes knew what to do with a boy who wanted to get into trouble, though, and found ways to occupy him, to turn his impish mischief to good account, and to train him so that his garrulousness and wit could one day be used to the advantage of their family.
He chafed at being second to Aella, especially when the House first bent the knee to the Compact. He had hoped that swearing fealty to Redrain would mean casting aside old traditions and leaping whole-heartedly into a new life, a new culture, with the people of Farhaven whose arms would surely open wide to welcome them now that they were oath brethren. He had a few rude awakenings early on before settling into his new role, and still twitches restlessly for chances to prove himself.
Which sometimes means, to this day, that he has to talk himself out of a tight spot. Luckily, he always did have a glib tongue.
