Zavik Adler

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Nomadism The inability to stay in one location is something that helps and hinders Zavik's ability to make connections in the world. Traveling from city to city or even world to world; always on the road; Zavik has found himself in the acquaintanceship of hundreds of people, but most of them truly could never mark themselves as friends or anything past gambling partners that want an easy coin. Though no matter the convenience or inconvenience of it all Zavik continues to move, perhaps from simple desire or something deeper like an animal running from the hunter. Charming While foolish, chaotic, and sometimes downright incapable, Zavik can still hold his own in a conversation and a bit of playful flirting. His tone was soft, eyes flickering a pale blue, using that last coin on you even though he hadn't fetched himself anything to eat or drink. It'd be hard not to fall just a little enamored as he told stories of past adventures and mishaps as if he was similar to a bardish song of a long-lost adventurer. It was enough to draw the locals in for a night of making merry and laughing with ol' Zavik, and perhaps somewhere further if the night called for such things. Dread Even though the gambler makes light of most events, an almost noticeable state of fear and nervous anxiety lurks all around Zavik. The occasional look over his shoulder as he plays cards or the sudden distrust of the shopkeep selling him some simple baked bread. When he sleeps in the inn for the night, the snap of two-three locks can be heard placed on the door as if to stop anyone from getting into his room. Whether it's a past event or a current problem, there is no clear indication of what causes these distraught habits, but nonetheless, they loom over him like a shadowy cloud. It'd be of ill advice to spook him or find a quick bullet.

Commited Zavik's dedication to a task or individual is unwavering when it comes down to the roots. Whether you have hired him for a job or befriended the strange man, he will ensure all focus goes into whatever was asked of him. Naturally, though, commitment and focus don't always equal success, as his skill set can be...lacking depending on what needs to be done. Give just a small amount of time to focus on a singular job though it will be done with a masterful approach, the completion of the duty performed above the requested limit. Quick-Witted Having traveled the lands for so long now, Zavik has encountered many situations that he can quickly respond to simply from past ventures. The gambler has climbed from the depths of horrible circumstances and escaped the grasp of even worse figures that'd only wish to bring him back. Not to mention the vast wisdom and knowledge he bears in his back pocket, always allowing for his relatively low survivability in situations to increase to a solid 50% chance--which to say is much higher than what was to be usually a 20% survival rate the man would carry without such wisdom. Volatile No gambling table can be 100% certain what the outcome will be, and the same can be said for Zavik. One moment the man could be interested in getting food from the local vendor to diving into a void portal because he thought it'd be intriguing. He follows the principle of: "predictability gets your throat slit and left in the alleyway"...as if this was his past experience. However, not only are his actions volatile, but his emotions as well. One to quickly snap upon the head just as soon as he wraps an arm around the shoulder to show you something unexplored. It's wise to step carefully with this one, as you would a mine-field or find yourself in a precarious situation. xxxxxxxxxxxx

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It's tough to pinpoint rumors to the strange fellow, stories and tales flowing as quickly as the passing coin he often brings. Tavern keeps almost always welcoming the idiocentric man just for the lively nature he brought, even if no money was in hand. Keeping things alive by the chaotic energy, and just sometimes, a stroke of luck as he made big on the gambling table. Spreading the money instantly around to everyone aboding within, even the losers should they choose to stay for food and drink. It was hard to say he was not generous, if not a bit foolish.

Of course, all fun comes to an end as he traveled often and far. Steps never truly landed on the ground he passed, and there was never any indication he stayed long in one place. Sometimes you would see the auburn-haired man smiling largely though as he haggled for a piece of bread from your pack, and who could say no with that stupid-faced grin that was splattered for all to see. He would always exchange a piece of information or a warning of something behind him, his name slowly spreading among the roads of that continent. Always the same small talk of a man that couldn't do anything, a man that gambled way too much, and a man with a little too much shit on his shoulders. Some would say he had a few sticky fingers, but it was never for money or anything truly worth the weight of catching him. Maybe a potato, or some an apple for the night. Others would say he was the most skilled artisan of this..or that. The man wore so many masks but could never keep one on as if he even had a choice.

Others told the story of a man that sat in the early mornings of a sunrise feeding the birds on the edge of town. The very food he had almost gotten his hide torn up over, being given to some feathered creatures no one cared about. A solidarity of the forgotten, the creatures that travel under the open sky relying on him to keep them going. Eventually, the crows would fly away, and as if following the pretensive warning, he'd be in step behind them.

If you ever truly wanted to find Zavik, the foolish gambler, all you had to do was keep moving, and eventually, your paths would cross surely. Nomad to nomad, they always find each other for words of reassurance, truth, warning, and maybe...just maybe a dash of hope. Perhaps if you traveled with Zavik long enough, you would learn more about him, past just the light passing lips of a forgotten foolhardy man. A future brighter than the one written by his antics of survival in a world that did not care.