This human looking man is a little over six feet tall and every inch of his two hundred pound frame is honed muscle. Ravar dresses in only a pair of black pants, knife sheaths, and a satchel, leaving his torso naked. Some times he has a cloak to cover his head and disguise the gears there. He has tattoos covering most of his arms and chest, except right in the middle. In the middle of his chest is a large glass clock without numbers. All it has are two hands that tick slowly away, counting the time he has until he needs to be wound up once more. Ravar was found under the castle in Garon'd by Jalren Blackstone and revived by a disavowed Gearsmith. He had been almost destroyed in the Great War and has no memories from that time, so he considers his birth when he awoke that day. It was he that killed the King and Queen of Garon'd and he assumed that he had killed the young heir as well. Years later he would attempt to kill Ralia Snowmane once again, yet fail a second time. Lord Vallis holds the key that winds him up, so he is a prisoner to that man's whims; for now.
Exerpt from the Gear Revolution
He crept down the stone hallway making sure that the palace guards were walking their predetermined paths, his bare feet making very little noise. Not that he was worried about the guards, no not that. If they caught him and he killed them, then his targets may slip away. That was all that mattered. He ran his hand over his perfectly shaved head, careful to avoid the gears twirling silently away at the base of his skull. He had a lot of those, over various parts of his body. Ravar Sans was created to be an assassin and he was very good at it. He was a little over six feet tall and every inch of his two hundred pound frame was honed muscle. Ravar was dressed only in a pair of black pants, knife sheaths, and a satchel, leaving his torso naked. He had tattoos covering most of his arms and chest, except right in the middle. In the middle of his chest was a large glass clock without numbers. All it had were two hands that ticked slowly away, counting the time he had until he needed to be wound up once more. If he didn't, well then he would just stop and fall over. Ravar never had to check and see how much time he had left; he was an expert at knowing the rhythmic sounds of his gears.
He crept out again and reached the end of the hall and a closed set of double doors. This was the royal wing and once in it, he just needed to find the King's rooms. As he examined the doors that were not even locked, he heard one man grunting to himself about tired feet. He opened one door slowly and looked; seeing only one guard. Ravar moved like lightning, his hands around the neck of the guard before the man could even cry out in alarm. A quick twist and soft snap and the guard fell limp in his arms. Ravar was an expert at hand to hand, and studied for years with various masters. You would never know that he was close to ninety years old, even though he looked like he was in his twenties. Being brought back to life with clockwork parts would do that to a fellow.
Physical Description
Ravar is almost the epitome of physical perfection. His body functions like a clockwork machine, and the gears add to his already amazing reflexes and strength. His stamina is such that rest or down time is almost never needed to function at peak levels, and even when damaged severely, Ravar can still function without penalties. He heals as slow as normal, however, since he has mostly clockwork parts, can be repaired like no human could ever be, and in less time.
Ravar has very tanned skin, a lifetime of being in the sun without many clothes , and his body is covered in both scars and tattoo's.
He has gears twirling silently away at the base of his skull, and various parts of his body. He has tattoos covering most of his arms and chest, except right in the middle. In the middle of his chest was a large glass clock without numbers.
Ravar Sans is a master at Hand to hand combat. He has many different styles to fall back on depending on what opponent he is facing, or how many, switching between styles as fluidly as water flows downhill. He has studied with elven blademasters, dwarven axe grinders, and human monks, learning from all of them and combining some into his own style to make him one of the most feared assassin's in all of Tamia.
Mental characteristics
He doesn't remember being alive before being fixed. He had massive injuries that bespoke surviving a great battle, presumably the Great War, yet he has no recollection of that time. Since his second life began he has been owned by the Blackstone family, as his key to wind him up is hidden away in secret. Faced with another death unless he does their bidding, Ravar has given into his talents and taken on the role of Assassin once more; sadly he is good at it.
Extensive training in hand to hand combat with some form of martial arts, through admittedly he no longer remembers where or when.
His only failures to date revolve around the young heir that he thought he had slain in 755. Years later he would find that she had lived, and he attacked again, only to be thwarted once more.
Though Ravar is extremely strong and athletic, his mind is another dangerous weapon. he is quick on his feet and can figure out solutions to problems faster than most people can get in them
Personality Characteristics
Ravar dreams of the day that he can get his key from the Blackstone line and be free of domination at their gruesome hands. He knows that his skills really don't qualify him for a "Nice, quiet, life" but he does want to be able to choose whether he kills or doesn't kill. The choice would mean that he was human, instead of the soulless machine that he views himself as at the moment.
Ravar was born ambidextrous, a gift when one is in the business of fighting for a living. he can use each hand equally well, often switching between them mid fight to throw off his opponents. The tell when he does this is his smile, something that he doesn't even realize that he does.
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Owned by Lord Vallis Blackstone
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