Beuk

[Yoda]

The Important Details
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Full Name: Beuk. Pronounced bey-ook.
Name Meaning: It’s Dutch for something. You figure the rest out.~
Race: Moor Elf.
Alignment: Neutral Good. He’d say so, anyway.
Profession: Unemployed.
Notable Skills: Weaponsmithing, knife-throwing, Mok'yra, mathematics.
House: None. Doesn't have the connections in nobility to become affiliated with any house, at least with any influence or importance.
Home: None. Residing in taverns for the time being.
Social Status: Of the lower class.
Basic Appearance: Fit, attractive young man in an expensive-looking cloak. Very defined rings below his eyes.
Sexuality: Homosexual.

Physiology
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Gender: Doesn’t like to see himself as a boy but fits the stereotypical appearance too well to be regarded as anything else by your average Alteran.
Age: 22.
Birth date: Sometime in the year 2238, but the family never celebrated birthdays.
Apparent age: Looks around that age but has a youthful energy about him.
Voice: Ukrainian-sounding as a result of the place of his upbringing, unlike the usual accent of his native Mok’yra. It's quite high-pitched for a boy's, too.

Spoiler: Voice

The character on the left is what Beuk sounds like. Tatiana Maslany plays the role of both characters in that scene, and 12 clones in total so far. Spoilers.

Weight: That of your average young, male labourer - not too malnourished.
Height: At least 6 foot. Averagely, but not unusually tall.
Build: Fairly muscular as a result of his profession, but could be fitter if his diet was better. He has the right build to be a climber; not too heavy and strong enough arms and legs.
Shape of face: Has the natural beauty of an Elf, including very defined cheekbones.
Eye colour: A lame lilac.
Glasses or type of aid for the eyes: None necessary, Moor Elvish vision is very good.
Skin tone: Especially dark for his race. It’s effectively black to the naked eye.
Predominant features: Cheekbones, plus! Incredible dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept properly for months.
Hair colour: Impure white.
Type of hair: Thick, often difficult to do anything with other than cut it.
Hairstyle: Short, a small flick over his forehead.
Overall attractiveness: 8.4/10.

Typical apparel: He wears his cloak, which is a family heirloom, it’s been passed down many, many generations and customised by each new owner. He keeps his clothing neat and clean.
Jewellery or accessories: He made himself a necklace once, but he tends not to wear it as he finds it rather annoying.

Psychology​

Positive things:
Good personality traits: Very, very strong sense of loyalty, family, honour and the like. Works hard, is honest… Seems like an all-round good person.
Greatest joy in life: He doesn’t think he’s experienced that yet.
Sense of humour: He understands slapstick and the like but he was not brought up in an environment of jokes or puns.
Most at ease when: Either working or in the company of those he trusts.
Greatest strength: He'd tell you there's nothing special about him. He's not good at, well anything really.
Biggest accomplishment: He’s quite proud of the work he did at his family's forge as a young man, especially when he took over from his father and practically doubled the workload.

Neutral Things:
Mood character is most often in: He just tries to be nice as much as he can, so he won't show how he feels unless he needs to.
Life philosophy: Beuk doesn’t really understand the point of philosophy.
If granted one wish, it would be: To find out what’s happening to him, certainly.
Why?: It’s torturous, like a memory he just can’t quite bring to mind.
Character’s soft spot: He’s spineless and easily manipulated; he’s like one big soppy soft spot.
Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Shouldn’t be hard at all to spot.

Negative Things:
Bad personality traits: To scratch the iceberg, he’s weak emotionally. However, there’s a lot more hidden underneath that shadowy skin.
Character’s greatest fear: Making an error so great he could never redeem himself.
Why?: Guilt eats you up.
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: Perhaps his family kicking him out or something…
Most ill at ease when: Confused, disoriented, lost; generally the kind of situation where one would be very anxious.
Enraged when: The honour of those he cares about is brought into question, if they’re hurt, offended, you get the picture.
Depressed or sad when: Alone or disregarded, but most upset when his loved ones are.
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Being greatly vulnerable and weak.
Regrets: So, so many. They'll eat him up...

Mental illnesses/disabilities/peculiarities: [Redacted, ha. No way you're getting hold of that crucial info, suckers.]

Further Information
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Abilities and skills:

+ Capable Small Weapons Use (including shortsword) + Knife-throwing + Mathematics + Reading; Mok'yra + Speaking; Mok'yra, Common + Weaponsmithing +​

Education: Poor. Was taught what he knows by his parents, who weren't the sharpest tools in the box. He was taught very little about the world.
Finances: Also poor. Unemployment does not pay much.
Intellect: Not too smart. His accent and presentation would lead you to believe he's pretty unintelligent, but his skill with maths will surprise you.
Religion: Worshipped Sallana, but after leJIaving home he's had secoJISHRInd thoughts.
Character’s nickname: Bey.
Reason for nickname: BEYONCÉ IS QUEEN.
Character’s darkest secret: Beuk would assume he knows, but his sexuality is not the most interesting thing about him.
Does anyone else know?: Nooooooo!
Song:

Spoiler: prepare to be weirded out

Character Inspirations: Helena from Orphan Black, Fight Club, puppies.

Goals
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Drives and motivations: Redemption, being a good person.
List of aims (not ordered):
+ Learning to read Common.
+ Getting a job and a place of residency.
+ Making friends.
Priorities: Finding out what’s happening to him at night. He thinks someone’s stalking him and trying to mess with his head. But they're utterly grotesque; thieving, mutilating animals... who would do such a thing?

Past
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Childhood living conditions: His family tried their best to remain normal and faithful to Sallana, but his father had... Issues. He was emotionally manipulative and oft beat both him and his brother. He didn't mean it, he was sure, it was just the way he was.
Childhood hero: A Moor Elvish sellsword once visited the forge for a new weapon, she was wonderfully kind and taught Beuk some sword combat techniques. He's liked to practice them with his brother and was inspired by the woman's chivalry.
Dream job: Maybe a knight. Or maybe a mathematics professor. Maybe a smith. He doesn't really have that on his mind right now.
Previous employment: Weaponsmith, Guard at the Hotspur Estate (short-lived).
Previous residencies & noble houses: Has not stayed anywhere for more than a few nights since moving out of his home.

Traits (In Alphabetical Order)

+ Affectionate + Anxious + Brave (on occasion) + Emotional + Foolish + Hardworking + Honest + Lonely + Loyal + Shy + Sweet + Tired +​

Possessions
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Clothing: His prized possession, his cloak, is mainly blue with edges of maroon; it has a collar that goes almost up to his ears; and has a basic maroon splotch in the middle of the chest. Beuk is not very good at doing things to clothes. Underneath is your average peasant attire. No armour yet.
Weaponry: Five knives he found one morning at his family's forge, he has no idea who made them. Two of which are combat knives, two are throwing knives, and one is a shaving knife he keeps in his boot.
Money: A few thousand radiants, nothing much.
Other Items: None. He's poor and doesn't own anything.

Thanks to @Hogo-Sha Kitsune for finding online and posting the layout which I have adapted.

 

[Yoda]

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Backstory​

Spoiler

"Do not speak of our customers in such a tone!" Mother shouted. Her harsh Mok'yra left the kitchen silent. "Apologise. Now."
"Sorry, mother", Beuk almost whimpered, hoping for a little less weakness in his voice than there was, looking up at his mother much like a puppy would for food. He was sure that he was defending his family's honour, yet his parents seemed to insist that customers were more important than they were.
This was most confusing to Beuk as his upbringing revolved around the tenets of Sallana, and living in a city not accustomed to Moor Elf families they stuck together and worked as a team. Typically he would not make contact with patrons of the business, but his father was sick and unable to trade so Beuk and his brother were now both working the forge and meeting buyers to exchange the weapons they'd made. Every morning in this period Beuk woke to find himself more tired than he was the night before, his tolerance for slurs and any other abuse he received from the locals lowered considerably.

"He's right, though." Rowan protested. Beuk knew his younger brother to be naive, he rather expected him to speak up. "Those men were so horrible and ungrateful. I thought they were going to attack us." He had every right to be worried and frustrated, Beuk thought, but arguing against mother was never the right thing to do.
"We have to put up with it, we have no choice. If that order didn't come in when it did, we wouldn't have been able to afford to look after your father and pay for your food. You'd be going hungry now, so be grateful." These words comforted and reassured Beuk, he was proud that he was able to support his family. Beuk caught himself drifting off to sleep, and he was glad he did, because his face almost fell into his food.

The next morning, Beuk was surprised to find himself beside the forge. Usually, he thought to himself, I sleep in my bed. From last night he seemed unable to remember much either. He was so deathly tired and he had no idea why. Looking around he noticed that someone had actually used the forge and supplies - had they done all this while he slept? Usually Rowan started work before Beuk did, so if anyone had been using the forge on nights before the last he'd have no way of knowing (Rowan was very ignorant of such things). On a nearby table he saw five knives; two throwing knives, two combat knives, and a much smaller knife to fit in one's boot. The quality was rushed, there were even odd etchings on their blades which Beuk could not comprehend. These knives surely weren't made by Rowan or their father, neither were clumsy enough to make knives with patterns this bad on them. Beuk knew for sure he hadn't made them.

For some reason Beuk decided to keep these knives. He slipped the smallest into his boot and tested the throwing knives by hurling them at the target his father had set up when an order came in for a few once and had left up for Beuk to practice with. They were well-balanced and penetrated the target with ease, he was impressed. The other knives were quite sharp, too. As he slid the combat knives into his belt Rowan approached, panicked, with a packed bag that he threw to Beuk.
"You need to go! Mother and father are beyond livid! Mother looks like she's going to kill you, I swe-"
"Wh- what has happened? Have I done something?" Beuk genuinely had no idea what was going on.
"It's too late, we found it. How long has it been going on? And why? Actually, there's no time, you need to go. There's food and money in the bag. Don't come back."

Beuk, quite dumbstruck with it all, took the bag and wandered off. Numbed by the pain of being forced out of the only thing that mattered to him, he tried to guess what it was his family had found.
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