Appearance

Physical Description

Physically fit, rather muscular.

Body Features

Blue moon tattoos covering his arms and chest.

Mentality

Personal history

• Grew up in an overall normal childhood/teenage years.


• They were also an active individual.




• Exploring the nearby forest.


• Lots of climbing trees or tall rocks.




• They found within themself an urge to help out people whenever they could, especially if
  it involved lifting or moving heavy stuff.


• Their mother and father trained him in basic survival techniques for the wild.


• They also remember the arrival of who later became their sister, then following that by
  some time their little brother.


• They set out on their own when it came time for his trip to Tivr.


• it was the first time they had left their island.




• They found the trip across the sea exhilarating, filled with new sights, sounds,
  and smells.




• They made their way past Nim Tower.




• It was a grand structure, far different than the village they were used to.




• They remember making their way north, passing through Orncoa.




• They were amused the town name ended the same as their own hometown.




• They also vividly remember seeing Chonta in the distance.




• There was a sense of dread when looking at it.


• There was another sense, at the time they couldn’t quite place. Something that
  was stirring within themselves.


• Maybe it was just being on the edge of the Sacred Forest, being so close to their
  time to go through their own trials.




• There was an encounter at the edge of the forest.




• They spotted a shadowy figure in the distance.


• At first they thought it was just a trick of the light, or the forest was already testing
  them.


• However, it seemed too solid. It seemed aware, as if it was staring directly at him.


• They were unnerved by it, but also curious.


• When they reached out to it, it reached back.


• When contact was made, there was a shiver that ran through their entire body,
  they blinked.


• Suddenly, they found themselves in both the same place, and a different one at
  the same time.


• Everything seemed to be there, but it was twisted, darker. The trees were gnarled
  in ways they’d never seen before. The air itself was heavy. All of the shadows
  were deeper than they’d ever experienced.


• The shadow figure itself was some distance off, but seemed to grow.




• Towering over Savaeris, becoming more and more menacing.




• Then just as soon as it all came, it was gone. They were back in the forest.
  Everything was the normal vivid green, the trees were healthy. The air was rich
  and pleasant.


• They didn’t encounter any of those creatures the rest of the way through the
  forest, but it left an impression on them to this day.


• They started to have regular dreams involving the night sky, glittering so brightly,
  or dreams regarding different phases of the moon.




• Arriving in Tivr was an experience in itself.




• It was bustling, thriving. So full of life and excitement.


• There was such a mix of different types of elves.


• Plus new food, new people, and new experiences throughout to have.


• But they were there for a purpose, to make their way into the forest to make their
  way through the transformation.




• After the initial ceremony, which involves several others who were making their way into
  the forest for their own trials, they made their way in.




• For the first several days, it was mostly a lot of wandering around.


• Contemplating, resting when necessary, and trying to call out to the Iterla to
  guide the way.


• They started as a group, but one by one, each person seemed to find their own
  way.


• For Savaeris, they made their way up into the boughs of a few trees to get a
  better look.




• At first it didn’t really help.




• But they tried again and again, hoping to spot the tree, some tree that didn’t look
  the same as the rest of them. It had to be a special tree, right?




• They had heard the stories of others trials, told only vaguely, but
  seemingly describing different experiences.




• There came a time, when they swear they caught the glimpse of a comely
  woman. Though unlike other elves, her skin was the richest wood pattern they
  had ever seen. Their hair, made of vibrant ivy that cascaded down their back.




• Just as soon as they appeared, they were gone.


• It was something though, so they headed that direction.


• Just out of the corner of their eye, they kept seeing this figure.




• Until finally, when they turned around, they were facing the most massive tree
  they had ever seen.




• It was majestic, imposing, and beautiful all at the same time.


• They were lost in a sense of awe, and a seemingly involuntary urge to
  move towards it.


• As they approached the tree, they felt something. A sense of purpose, a
  sense of completion.




• Their hand shot out, making contact with the tree. Then their vision shifted.




• They saw flashes of fire erupting from the earth.


• They saw many elves fighting back against something, something hidden
  in darkness.


• They saw several fall, but through their sacrifice, opposite the fire,
  something emerged from the earth.






• The same type of figures they had seen on their way to Iterla.


• Though much varied in how they looked, with different hues of
  their skin, and hair adorned with vibrant flora.




• They found themselves amongst the elves. There, in the moment. All
  around them, fierce fighting took place, amongst shadowy figures and the
  elves keeping them at bay.


• They didn’t know what to do. They felt something, something deep.
  Calling them to fight.


• There was a moment of hesitation, until they saw one of those dark
  figures about to strike an elf, one of their kin.


• They grabbed the first thing they could, swinging out wildly.




• The weapon they grabbed connected, as the figure turned to
  them.


• It batted the weapon aside, as it continued to approach.




• That feeling deep, welled up deep inside of them, as they lashed out
  again and again. Pushing it back. Sometimes struggling.


• At a point, they were exhausted, almost unable to keep fighting.




• The weapon was knocked from their hands. All hope seemed lost.


• But then the other elves, and those figures made of wood joined
  in. Coming to their aid, and together, they pushed back the figure,
  banishing it back.




• A moment of peace existed amongst the fighting, fire, and smoke. As the
  other elves looked at them, with pride.


• One of the figures, the same one they had kept seeing helped them to
  their feet, and embraced them.


• A flash of green light flooded their vision, as they found themselves,
  waking from a curled position next to the massive tree.




• They felt different. Heartier, stronger, even taller.




• Even noticing a certain, definition, they knew was part of the men in their
  village.


• He somehow knew he was Tegere.




• His trek back out of the forest was clear. The path straightforward, as if he had
  walked it many times before.


• Upon leaving, those officiating the ceremony embraced him, and clothed him.
  Welcoming him as having passed his trials, and now having embraced a Yentu.

• Her name was Dilya, member of the faith of Xuton, the Twilight deity.


• We spoke of the dreams I had been having since my trip.


• She had me come to their ceremonies, which mostly occurred at Twilight or
  during the night.


• She explained to me their duty to make sure the transition of Twilight,was a thing
  of beauty, of joy, and rest. That the night should pass by peacefully. Also that the
  night and its beauty should be embraced. Darkness is part of all things, and in it,
  there should be peace.


• For Savaeris, it spoke to his now empowered urge to protect those he cares
  about, whether it’s his friends or family.


• He also found a peacefulness in that Twilight, in the night.




• Whenever he was feeling agitated, or stressed, he found quietly sitting in
  darkness or the night calmed him.




• While studying under Dilya, the dreams became more frequent. More visions of
  the night, the various phases of the moon, and that space between night and day.




• All brought him peace. It brought him a sense of purpose. It called to him,
  and he answered.




• He may respect Igdite, as all elves do, but he revered Xuton. He wasn’t going to
  ignore the sense of duty he felt to be one of their chosen.


• This later manifested into his first spell, which was a thrill to experience. He knew
  it stemmed from his faith. He called to Xuton, and they answered.


• Dilya, not only taught him in the ways of connecting to his spirituality, but also in
  the ways of fighting.




• He was always strong, but after many bouts with Dilya, he knew he had a
  lot to learn.


• He took a liking to the glaive. It felt right to wield it. Something adequate
  to serve his god, to protect himself, and those he felt were his wards.

• He and a few others were tasked in finding out what was happening.


• They found markings of destruction through the forest, as if a giant was making
  their way carelessly through the trees.


• Many days later, whilst resting, it charged without warning.


• It scattered them almost immediately, wounding several of them in the process.


• He tried to send a few arrows its way, as they harmlessly bounced off its pelt.




• One did find purchase in a soft spot of its belly, but that only further
  enraged it.


• As it charged, he barely ducked out of the way, colliding with a tree,
  snapping hislongbow in two.




• He realized it was going to charge again, and armed only with his glaive, he
  readied himself. He rested the back of his glaive in the ground, braced for impact,
  as it came rushing forward.




• Even bracing himself, it felt like he was hit by a tree, and figured his life
  was at an end.


• Instead, his glaive found purchase in its soft underbelly, as the beast
  collapsed on top of it.


• Thankfully, he was able to shift the beast off of himself, lest he be
  suffocated.


• He was hailed a local hero, and after tending to their wounds, finding
  thankfully no one was killed, they hauled its carcass back to the village.


• He had a cloak fashioned from it’s dark grey fur, which he still sports to
  this day.

• He offered to accompany her, but she was fiercely independent and made the
  trek on her own.


• After some time, she returned, a Natus.


• She found her own calling in the more subtle nature of things. Making a name for
  herself as an excellent scout.

• Savaeris did accompany him on this trek, mostly to keep him safe.




• Somewhat at the behest of their parents, but he also wanted to visit Tivr
  himself again.




• It was a good bonding experience for them both. He was close to both his brother
  and sister, and deeply loved them.


• Though the details of this journey are better told by his brother.


• He emerged from the forest, a Yentu-Na, and later trained under their father in
  the art of Bladesinging.




• He admired his brother, in the magic he could weave, and the way his
  blade danced across the battlefield accompanied by a song only he could
  make.

• His group that followed Xuton felt a calling to investigate an encroaching
  darkness that seemed to be spreading from Chonta. Not much was known about
  what was happening, other than rumors of shadowy figures, and some members
  of their own village disappearing.


• They felt it was best to return to Tivr to investigate further, to determine what was
  truly happening, and how they could help.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Hero of Forcoa

Protector of the Sacred Forest

Intellectual Characteristics

• Friendly


• Physically active


• Fiercely loyal to his friends and family


• Very encouraging of people

Morality & Philosophy

My friends become like my family.

Both friends and family I will never betray.

Personality

Motivation

Savaeris strives to protect his friends and family.
He does this by honoring his deity Xuton, of the Twilight domain.
He's friendly, happy to help out anyone, and encouraging of anyone he calls friend or family.

Virtues & Personality perks

Camaraderie. The strongest bonds are forged through struggle.

Vices & Personality flaws

A little doofy

Fear of not being strong enough to protect, or be the protector he strives to be

Social

Contacts & Relations

Benali DasalorChildhood friend

Dilya PerwarinMentor with the faith of Xuton

Family Ties

Mother - Faenala Moonriver

Father - Tarinil Moonriver

Middle Sister - Volvaeris Moonriver

Youngest Brother - Genris Moonriver

Religious Views

Xuton Cleric

Mannerisms

What wouldn’t he allow: Picking on someone or someone who can’t protect themselves.

What would he let slide: Some shadier stuff, He’d overall be fine with it as long as it’s not directly hurting someone.

Would he approach the shadows? Yes, he’d want to investigate them and what they’re doing. In one instance, upon first witnessing one of these shadows, he touched it. Hereceived a vision of an upside down world, things not peaceful when they
normally are.

How would the character react? Darkness or witnessing acts of injustice at a distance? It would bother him, he would try to do something. If he knew he couldn’t, he’d try to off-set the situation in whatever way he could.