Raviaki Silverspark

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Hey. Hey kid. You wanna buy some drugs?"  “Oh Kiriata, I didn’t say there was an easy way out.” -- Arrest report for Raviaki's Silverspark from the city of Gardenia - Dialogue recorded during Round 2 of the Cross Tourney     Raviaki is a dense little creature. Standing at 4'0'', which is a respectable height for a halfling, they are stout and swathed in layers, belts, and materials. Their gloves and boots are always stained with unmentionable substances. They have covered one eye with a bandage. Their hair is short, black, and always messy and their skin is a medium brown.   Blood.    They're covered in blood. Their wounds will not close but they do not recoil in pain, or stem the flow. They are still small, still short, still wrapped with the trappings of the person they once were. But for how much longer?    Table of Contents Backstory Personality Abilities Strengths Weaknesses Gallery Author's Notes   Backstory An unfortunate side character discarded by the narrative, Raviaki Silverspark was once an unwilling member of an adventuring party, journeying to save the realm from the onslaught of an evil goddess.    Born dirt poor to a sickly single mother, Ravi turned to drug making and drug dealing to pay the bills at an early age, discovering an affinity for potion making.  However, after their mother passed, they got arrested for drug dealing and was conscripted into a realm saving adventure in exchange for their freedom.   However, as it turned out the plague was a curse by an evil goddess, seeking foothold in the realm. As the party found divine magic to release the realm from the goddess' grip, she found refuge inside Ravi instead. Desperate to keep the infection at bay, their party put them in a cave and rolled a rock over the entrance.    Having survived the ordeal in the cave, but slowly dying as they fought through the Cross Tournament, Irra has sunk its tendrils deep into Ravi's traumatized psyche and has taken over.  Personality Ravi is cantankerous at the best of times. They've never been quite comfortable, and they're almost always on edge, even when they weren't a cursed host to an evil goddess. They're terrified of death and will do anything to survive, even at the risk of spreading the plague.    However, what they want most is to live a life of luxury, safety and security, and that is not compatible with a plague apocalypse, so they're constantly fighting with their passenger in their dreams.    They are constantly sleep deprived, unused to the concept of receiving help, and still stinging from recent betrayal. They're stubborn as hell, clever, and can brew a powerful potion provided they have proper ingredients. They are thus, always stuffing random shit into their many pockets and pouches, and are completely comfortable with butchering a corpse to get at ingredients.    They tend not to get high on their own supply because they prefer to be in perfect control of themselves at all times, and also because ingredients are expensive and they don't have the buffer for that shit all the time.    They're also sarcastic as hell, and uses a dry sense of humor to try and cope with their situation. While the majority of the population can go fuck themselves, they do have a soft spot, deep down, for kids. In another, better world, they'd probably do great as a pediatrician.    As it is, they've got a hair-trigger temper that snaps whenever they perceive someone is impugning on them, and a streak of vindictiveness, though they don't usually go so far as revenge. They're secretive and defensive, and don't like drawing attention to themself.   They crave safety and security and are, at the same time, resigned to the idea that that may never happen. This makes them cranky as hell. To them, money has always represented a safety net and that's why they're always hawking shit and trying to make money.    They hate feeling vulnerable and they're not exactly a generous spirit. Only if you're paying for it.    Things matter very little to Ravi now, except a desire to spread the joy of infection. Of course, they have to make time for the little things in life, like perhaps a little bloody bit of revenge.

Raviaki Silverspark Aliases/Nickname(s) Ravi Profile Data Race Halfling Pronouns/Gender/Sex They/them Age 28 years Weight/Height/Build 120 lb, 4'0'', Stout and thick Hair/Eye/Skin Colour Black Hair Brown Eye Brown Skin Distinguishing Marks Bandaged right eye A shit ton of layers.  Short A very cool apron Abilities Potion Making Running the Fuck Away Strengths Cleverness Strong Stomach Lying Desperation Weaknesses Cowardice Desperation Preferences Weapon(s) Potions Knives Likes Money Having Stuff Survival Dislikes Traitors Illness Dying Creator Tang

Abilities

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Alchemy

Infected Blood

A powerful alchemist, Ravi can brew potions to specification provided they have the time and ingredients to do so. Even in an unknown environment, their familiarity with alchemy means they can usually find acceptable substitutes for traditional ingredients. These potions can do anything from providing flight and agility, to breathing fire and acid, to healing wounds and poisons. And of course, drugs.

They have several ways to deliver potions- the most easiest way is drinking it, but they can make tablets to dissolve under the tongue, salves, sprays, anything your imagination can extend to. They will be purchasing a crossbow with special bolts that have a glass that shatters to release potions from The Iron Claw, as well as regular bolts. 

Blood drips from their wounds, seemingly endlessly. One touch of it brings with it Irra's blessing. Or curse, depending on their point of view. 

Running Healing

For a creature so short in stature, they really are quite good at running the fuck away. They're a bit of a free runner, even, scrambling across walls, jumping over ditches, climbing up poles. 

They're not the one who needs to run. 

Muscle and bone will hold together through tacky red blood, and wounds will only provide more places for them to spread their blessing. 

Thievery  Bloodsmithing

A denizen of the underworld, Ravi knows their way around a lock. They can pick pocket too, if pushed to it. Not their best skill, but useful. 

What would they possibly need from someone else? 

They can form simple shapes in blood, drawing weapons built from viscera and gore. 

Inventory Spearfighting

Ravi is always on the look out for ingredients that could be, just maybe, be useful. They have many pockets and pouches that contain oddities galore. It also doesn't help that they have some sticky fingers at times. In terms of combat, they are armed with a belt knife, a solid stone mortar and pestle, and a cast iron cauldron the size of a grapefruit. Their inventory of potions is completely empty as of right now, but they will have the opportunity to brew some before the tournament. They have a bunch of pockets sewn into their cape that holds their accumulated ingredients. 

Their alchemy kit is small, modular, and flexible. They swap things around as necessary, and they do have a bag of holding for all their equipment. This means, they can have pretty much whatever, so long as it fits the vibe. Their alchemical shenanigans have more of a low fantasy vibe and I'm pulling strongly from historical medicine and chemistry. That said, they do use magic to achieve affects, usually through charms and stuff, for example, to chill and freeze potions and ingredients.

Their apron is made of a thick canvas that could act as armor against slashes and stabs. Their gloves are thick leather and they have leather tassets that are more inventory than armor, but will still protect them from a blow. 

A spear is a useful weapon with so short a stature. The skill to wield it comes from within. 

Tag

Their tag is a medallion worn around the neck that they generally wear stuffed under their shirt. 

Infection

Ravi, having been infected by Irra, goddess of plague, has been cursed/gifted with weeping sores that will spread the contagion. The Weeping One's curse is a virulent plague that manifests with high fevers and open sores that produce pus. As the disease progresses, things escalate to hallucinations and sores in the eyes that ooze blood, giving the appearance of weeping, blinding the patient. Ravi has been keeping these firmly covered and have been managing the illness with alchemy. This is less of an ability and more of a curse. 

LET HER OUT. LET HER OUT. LET HER OUT. 

Strengths

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They're very good at alchemy. They can make potions to specification, and they can be very powerful. However, these potions require time and ingredients, as well as a proper set up. They need a certain amount of infrastructure to make new potions. 

They're good at improvisation and being very clever, and they have a pragmatic ruthlessness that does, in fact, extend to cheating. The stakes are too high, and they don't have enough faith in their combat ability to not cheat. 

They have been possessed by a desperate god of a cruel plague, having surrendered to her out sheer exhaustion. 

They are now trapped on the edge of dying and it will be nearly impossible to shift them one way or another. They are quite nearly divine, and every open wound only makes them more dangerous. 

They have lost their will for mercy. 

Weaknesses

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They're kind of a coward. They don't like pain and they aren't very good at fighting directly. They need a lot of set up to be able to do very much in battle. 

They are currently playing unwilling host to an evil goddess. This manifests as an incurable, deadly disease they are holding at bay with their alchemical talents. They're currently missing an eye, due to this disease. 

How much of this new Raviaki is Irra and how much of it is Ravi? How much control have they surrendered? 

Somewhere inside them, there is still a halfling who just wants to be safe and loved, and there are still those who want to reach for them, however complicated that may be. 

Also they're still like 4 feet tall. 

Gallery

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Ravi's Alchemy Kit	Profile Pic	[item description]

Author's Notes

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Ravi is based on a DnD character I have played! I'm very fond of them, and I'm also prone to making them the butt of a joke. It's great.