EVYSS - Clive Claasen

Name: Clive Claasen

Age: 22

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 188 cm / 6’2”

Occupation: Sailor

Hometown: Nuvon

Class: Rogue

Subclass: ---

Stats:

ATK - 1

DEF - 0

VIT - 1

WIS - 0

SPD - 0

MAG - 0

Personality:

Blunt - Transparent - Impatient - Earnest - Shortsighted - Determined - Mama’s Boy

Having grown up with no kindness or manners afforded to him, Clive dispenses with small talk. He speaks boyishly and simply, and while one could mistake it for mean-spirited crassness, Clive really is that simple and straightforward. It helps(?) that he grew up with crude Korre sailors and bucolic Nuvoni; pleasantry and ceremony is completely wasted on him.

That being said, he is honest in all his dealings and once one is past his rough edges, Clive makes for a loyal ally and friend. His devotion is hard-earned but also hard to lose. His own lack of an agenda makes him susceptible to manipulation however. The sailor boy simply can’t understand why anyone would want to gain things in an underhanded fashion; why would anyone try to purposely make a mess in such an already stupidly messed up world?  

Despite Clive’s usual down-to-earth manner, he can be easily incited to leap before he looks. While he’d love for people to think he doesn’t really care for things immediately relevant to him, Clive has a true blue hero complex. A distressed cry, a cat stuck in a tree, an old granny’s broken fence -- If there is something to be done, then it should be done with his own two hands right now, damn it.

Overall, he is an honest, uncomplicated boy who is just trying to make a living.

History:

Born from the union of a Korre sailor and a Nuvon changeling, Clive’s childhood was as nomadic as the ships his father worked on. While his human father claimed it was simply due to the nature of his work, Clive could infer from the disapproving stares that followed his parents the Claasens were not particularly welcome in most of the land. Eventually, his father took command of his own ship and that was to be the end of Clive and his twin sister freely roaming around on deck living hand-to-mouth. After all, children and women were just bad luck. Especially, although it was left unspoken, children from such odd heritage.

Clive’s mother then decided to return to her ancestral home of Nuvon, taking the children with her. At an awkward age between boyhood and manhood, Clive could choose to follow his father’s footsteps and join him in sailing, or stay in an actual settled home safe from trouble… Not like it was ever Clive’s choice. His father instructed him to stay home and take care of his mother and sister and that was that.

The local Nuvoni regarded his sister and him with suspicion, being the children of a foreigner who hailed from their conqueror’s lands. It wasn’t as if he was completely accepted into higher-minded Korre society either. Clive dreamed of travelling and working for himself, perhaps not necessarily sailing, but it was a step in the right direction. He waited for his father's return, determined to prove himself a capable and independent man.

But his father would never return; indeed, none of the promised shipments returned or arrived. His father and his crew simply vanished. The Claasens were devastated, and Clive and his sister was suddenly thrust with adulthood.

Clive knew what he would have to do. It was time to take on the sails and seek fortune for family.

Guild: ---

Relationships: ---

Additional:

• His birthday is May 10th, making him a Taurus.

• Has matching tattoos with his sister because they're disgusting

• He still keeps his eyes peeled for the The Mistress, his father’s ship.

• Beyond especially illegal goods don’t do drugs kids, Clive is willing to smuggle ship over most goods at a price.

• Insult his mother and/or sister Clio if you want an asskicking.

• His scarf was spun by his mother. Steal it if you want an asskicking.

• He blushes very, very easily and often without warning. Make fun of him if you want an asskicking.