This calm young man is known as Raveen Liquaen. With deep-set gray eyes and an often focused expression, he often studies his surroundings intently.
Swathed in a deep blue cloak and a tunic, light boots, and a thin sash-belt, Raveen is often found either on the docks, negotiating a shipment or in the scribe-homes where he works. He is known as a translator and guide for several Varisian, Tian, and Ulfen travelers.
He answers quite easily with his papers (displaying his citizenship)that he is actually from Magnimar, the Cheliaxian colony in Varisia--and he met many Ulfen that way, and picked up their tongue.
Though outwardly friendly and approachable, he is usually clad with a hidden suit of leather armor (a habit he learned to pick up while walking the streets after dark), and sheathed weapon: a single-edged 2-foot sword of strange design under his cloak.
The handle of the blade is the same color as his cloak, and the single edge is dark so to not reflect light--the sword is entirely without a hilt, save a small bump to reach contact with the cotton-filled sheath. A sharp and functioning blade, but unimpressive aesthetically, as if someone tried to dull its beauty.
“Don't mind me, sir. Just keeping it real."
Personality:
Contemplative, quiet, and often sporting an amused smile, Hrafen seems like a kindly soul. He takes care to notice how people treat one another, and tries to read and classify people depending on their personalities.
Falling easily into an advisory role and quite introverted after establishing his place in an area, he prefers not to lead, but instead keep an eye on his allies so he can better see aid them (with his tactical acumen and reasonable outlook) to achieving their shared goals.
