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About Drovic

A slender Elf stands before you, dressed in a plain robe, with many packs, pouches, and scroll cases hanging from his person. He stands about 5'8" tall, with pale blonde hair, straight and long. His eyes are a pale, mysterious gray. And yet, you're unsure, but his features seem to shift colors ever-so-slightly when he turns.

Drovic was of a low-class family, in an Elven village, of Kyonin: the Liadiss. Manifesting most commonly in ashen skin, near-white blonde hair and, rarely, perfect darkvision; their Drow heritage caused their kin to be despised among the village. They were beholden to noble Elven families, often working as servants or laborers; barred from learning magic or traditional Elven weaponry, The Liadiss' talents went unused. Drovic was an extremely bright child, very curious, and displayed an amazing affinity for magic. However, his drow blood barred him from learning anything of the arcane arts. Lashing out, he often engaged in mischief, and found trouble easily. Fortunately, he also learned to talk his way out of it when he could.

Luckily for Drovic, he happened to encounter an old arcanist one day, whilst hiding from a gang of bullies. His name was Calel. He was a mightly Elven wizard who, in his youth, traveled to the edges of Golarion and beyond searching for ancient magics. Hearing his story (and his sorrow), the old man took pity on the boy, and claimed Drovic as his apprentice. The boy learned quickly, but had to remain secretive, lest the elders became aware of his tutelage. He learned many subtle magics: illusions, enchantments, quiet abjurations and discreet transmutations. Large, flashy spells had to be avoided. It's not like he could go down to the village evoking range for fireball practice!

One day, Drovic's older brother, Kaelzov, was accosted in the market; accused of a theft he did not commit. The flames of anger towards the drow-blooded families had been stoked by Kyonin's Lantern Bearers, secretly supported by the Winter Council (at least, Drovic believes so). Despite Kaelzov's pleas, mob "justice" was dispensed. He was harshly beaten, and hung from the neck until dead. Drovic's elder brother was no more...

It was too much for Drovic. The night after his brother's funeral, he decided to leave Kyonin forever. In the middle of the night, he left his family a note, said a brief goodbye to his furtive mentor, and set off into the forest. He took few personal belongings with him, wanting to separate himself from his former home as much as possible. The one thing he was sure to bring, was a woven wooden headband that had belonged to his brother, who had made it from the trees near their home for his coming of age ceremony. Kaelzov had always been quite fond of it. Drovic chose to keep it close as well, and it became a potent focal point of his emotions and magical powers.

Following in his master's footsteps, Drovic chose to walk. He would explore the great civilizations of Golarion, seeking all the arcane knowledge he could find. He wanted to learn at the finest arcane colleges of Avistan and beyond. Before that, however, came his first ever step outside of Kyonin.

Drovic first found himself in the Human nation of Andoran, south of Kyonin. Drovic did not know what to expect. He was fascinated by the open prairies and rolling hills. He met kind people there. People who held firm beliefs in an individuals right to be free of torment and tyranny. Drovic was fascinated by their passion, and could not help but admire this new land. He made many friends, and learned much of the world outside his secluded forest home. He visited fey creates in the deep woods, and stalwart men in the cities. But the time came to move on.

Drovic spent time in many cities and schools, enjoying his recently-earned freedom and (thanks to both magical and mundane disguises) broad social acceptance. Among others, Drovic attended the Magic Academae in Korvosa, where he honed his conjuring skills. He never quite mastered the flashy spells he had avoided in Kyonin, always preferring the subtle magics his master had shown him, especially illusions. He never forgot his humor, and still enjoys the occasional joke or prank.

Drovic has since found his way to Absalom, as all adventurers eventually do, and came under the employ of the Pathfinder Society. He was recommended through his contacts within the Andoran faction, having gained favor from his time there. When not selling alchemical wares to fund his studies, Drovic works for the Pathfinders; taking opportunities to travel to places where he might find forgotten lore, or find himself in a position to help less fortunate souls in some way.

*Hides his drow features (with disguises/illusions)
*Gets quiet/uncomfortable around high elves (holds a grudge for his family's treatment, and his brother's death)
*Believes evokers lack subtlety
*Dislike bullying, racism, and discrimination (ex: takes pity on half-orcs, burned down an empty slaver ship)
*Carries his brother's wooden headband with him at all times (bonded object)
*Practices meditation
*Worships Desna
*Rarely drinks alcohol, prefers to keep his mind clear
*Favorite drink: tea (personal blend), with a bit of cream
*A fan of light soups

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After years working with Pathfinders, Drovic has become jaded and ever-more confident in his own abilities over others. His recent unlocking of evocation magics simply strengthened that feeling. After a recent mission into the Hao-Jin Tapestry to deal with the ratfolk of Round Mountain (where his teammates seemed to be more interested in slaughter than diplomacy), Drovic lost a bit of himself. He is more arrogant, angry, and willing to resort to violence than before. He often complains that everyone would be better off if they just listened to him more often. He derides lesser spellcasters regularly-- magi, bards, sorcerers... almost anyone really, aside from wizard who can cast at his level.