Alvie

## Description/Personality

6'2"

126 years old

Wood Elf with golden tan skin and long red hair that is usually tied back in some way

Also known as: Alive

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Bluntly says what other people are hinting at or hiding

Helps the people who help him - believes that's what keeps us alive

"It's not stealing if you need it more than someone else."

Is not particularly warm towards others, empathetic only to those who have lived a similar life as he. Takes a long time to trust others. Has a short temper with those who mess with children or the elderly (with few exceptions). Greedy people are the bane of his existence. Will do anything for the orphanage he sponsors, will take down anyone who tries to sabotage it or harms the children inside. No exceptions. Has few close companions. Feels a sort of responsibility for the children inside the orphanage but on a deeper level that rarely comes to the surface.

His sexuality is as fluid as the river connecting Taur Ylvanor and Xenia.

## Background

"I’ll keep this short.

An old spinster took me in after finding me lying amongst table scraps. Amaura. She took care of me, fed me, made all of my clothes. She got me into the good schools over in Xenia. She sold handmade scarves to the locals there, she was one of the few Taurians they let in. Her work was unmatched. Then she got sick. Really sick. Then died. As really sick people do. I had to stop my education over in Xenia once Amaura got too sick to sell her scarves. I didn’t tell her though, didn’t want to cause her any more pain than she was already in. So I would leave during the day and try to sell her scarves but once those ran out… well.  I never sold the last scarf. I keep it with me to this day in the tea box with Earl. I’ll get to him in a moment. Anyway. She ended up dying before we lost the house. I visit her burial site once a week.

The day after she died I saw a clearly well-off Xenian stroll into town with a cart full of tea. An old woman lost her balance and knocked a pile of them into the street. I watched as the man berated the woman, calling her a long list of terrible things. While he was distracted I picked up a few of the tea boxes from the ground and quickly escaped down an alley. As I was winding my way through the city, putting as much distance between me and the man as I could, something moved in the Earl Grey tea box. I opened it up and locked eyes with a mouse. He quickly became my companion and I carry him with me wherever I go.

I and a few other orphans came up with a plan to build and run an orphanage in the city. We gathered enough money to purchase a building in the city and to this day it is my only motivation in life. Procure enough funds to keep the building running and the kids who rely on it safe and fed."

## Motivations

Providing most of the funds to keep Monadika Orphanage up and running.

## Relations

* Mara - Child from the orphanage, the more time spent together the more important this relationship means to Alvie
* Rocan - Childhood friend, the closest thing to a brother Alvie has. Would die for him if need be, and would kill for him with few questions asked.
* Leonard - ;)