Full Name: Reve Gallant

Called: Just Reve.

Status: Commoner.

Age and date of birth: Aged 24, born on September 12th (modern calendar).

Place of birth: Corus, Lower City. On the west bank of the cesspool. In a tiny run down house that really was no more than a shanty type construction.

Current Residence: In the same place that he was born.

Fighting Skills: He's been involved in the street fighting scene for fourteen years. Fighting is what he does best. He pretty much kicks arse in hand-to-hand combat, seeing as that's what street fighting's all about. He's quick, and he's strong and he fights dirty. Knives and daggers are his weakness. He also looks the part. He's not the kind of guy that you want to provoke.

Magic: None, but he fears it. Mainly because he doesn't understand it, but also because it's a weapon that fists and brawn can do nothing against. He can't defend himself against it, so he's afraid of it.

Occupation: He's deeply involved with the street fighting scene. He has been since he was around ten years of age. He started off as an errand boy for the bookies, but at about twelve years of age they started to train him and groom him to become a fighter. He's been fighting since he turned 14. Amongst the street fighters he's earned quite a reputation for his fighting skills, and his temper. He's a good street fighter and that's earned him a good deal of respect from his colleagues.

Important people:

Mira Gallant - Mother, deceased - An incredibly poor commoner who always did the best that she could with what she had. She was resourceful, which is a trait that he passed down to her son. She originally worked as a maid, but she lost her job when she fell pregnant with Reve. After having Reve she earned a little bit of money making cheap baby clothes, cut down from used adults clothes and hand sewn. She died from pneumonia when Reve was thirteen years old.

Reve Daws - Father - Reve is named after his father - a man that he's never met. His father worked as a ewerer in the same noble household as Mira. Mira and Reve senior were in a sexual relationship, but it wasn't any deeper than that. Mira got pregnant and both she and Reve were fired. Reve left Tortall and hasn't been seen or heard from since.

Appearance:

Hair: Dark, dirty brown coloured hair. He wears his hair a little differently to others. He keeps a strip of hair down the middle quite long, while the rest is generally shaved close to his head. When he wears it down the hair in the middle falls over the shaved parts so that you can't tell that they're shaved. Though, he often wears it tied up and out of the way. It is not only because it looks bad-ass, but it also served a purpose. When he was younger it kept lice away and I guess it still does.

Eyes: He actually has kinda small eyes, that are deep set due to his bone structure. They're a deep brown colour, framed in long eye lashes. He has these really intense eyes, that actually appear to be a little starey. His eyes portray the intensity of his emotions.

Face: A long oval shaped face. He has strong bone structure evident in his high cheek bones and strong jaw line. He's strong and he looks strong, even in his face. A combination of strong cheekbones and jaw, appear to cause his cheeks to dip inwards slightly. His chin is no different. His jawline curves in, then downwards into a strong chin, which has a barely noticeable cleft. When he can't be bothered shaving, he has dark stubble on his chin, though mostly he keeps it shaved. He has a fighter's nose that's been broken on several occassions and healed slightly crooked in places, with a small boney lump in the bridge. His lips are fantastic. The curves of his lips are really pronounced. The bottom lip fuller than the top and wonderfully fleshy.

Height: He's 177 centimeters or almost five foot ten

Body: He's a fighter, so he has a fighter's body. Toned and fit, he looks like someone that you don't want to mess with. Though, his muscles are more toned that large and defined. He has visible collar bones and broad strong shoulders. His arms are long, with visible veins that run along the length of his arms and across his hands. He has a lot of upper body strength. He's small in the hips, with a little bottom that doesn't fill out his breeches. He's legs are also quite thin, however they're all muscley sinew. His lower body is not as strong as his upper body, though it is still quite strong compared to the average person. He runs every day and he trains a lot, so his body reflects the work that he puts into it. He walks with a hint of a strut. It comes with fighter's confidence, though, it's not something that he's aware of.

Colouring: Tanned skin. The kind of tan that you get from being outdoors a lot. He has a few dark moles. Three noticeable ones on his face, on either cheeks and on the bridge of his nose and one on the back of his left hand in the fleshy part of his thumb.

Other: He has several scars on his body, most notable one on his pectoral muscle on the left hand side of his body. Another on his collar bone. Both gained in his early teens from being hit by a broken bottle in a bar fight.

Clothing: His clothing's generally rough, old and in ill repair. He wears breeches, with a shirt. In summer, he wears sleeveless shirts, the sleeves frayed where he's taken the sleeves off. It helps him cool down, especially if he's out running or training. Sleeves only get in the way in a fight. In winter he wears a coat that comes down to his thighs. It's a little worn, but it keeps him warm. He has one pair of black leather top boots that he wears all year around.

Personality:

Reve is rough around the edges. He's had little in the way of education. This is evident in the way that he conducts himself and in the way that he interacts with others. He's unrefined, and rugged. However, this does not mean that he's unintelligent. He's very good at reading a person's body language in order to gauge their emotions. It generally tends to give him the upper hand in conversations and interactions. For instance, he can tell if someone's angry, just by the way that they're sitting or how they hold themselves. He doesn't like it when he can't read a person by their body language because he hates not knowing what to expect, or not having the upper hand. He usually has two reactions to it - to approach them warily, or not at all. He is very straight to the point, sometimes crudely so. He kinda sees it as a value, so he expects the same from others.

He will interact with just about any one, but he makes judgments and jumps to conclusions about people really quickly. He tends to see people in a fairly black and white way. He judges by what he sees. It isn't his first instinct to look deeper into someone's personality. He's lived long enough to develop strong cynicism towards not only the actions of others, but also the perceived intentions of others. In general interactions with people he's a little unpredictable. You never really know how he's going to act because his interactions are dependent on the judgments that he makes about the people he's interacting with.

He doesn't have a pack mentality, so he does not make or keep friends easily. He prefers it. His life is less complicated when he only has to look after himself. It isn't that he doesn't like having friends or forming a bond with someone, it's more that having another person to protect, look after and care for is hard in his circumstances. In his mind life only really allows him to look after himself. If some one is in danger of getting too close he'll try and push them away, in a manner that has a tendency to make them want to stay away. Relationships are much the same. He has a line that stops at casual and he won't cross it or allow others to cross it. He is not very good at getting his personal life in order.

He's a man who's accepted his lot in life. He has no wish to be any where else, do anything else, or be any one other that who he is. Discontent isn't a familiar feeling for Reve. He doesn't get jealous of people who have more than him. He is not guided by the standard moral compass. It doesn't bother him if people are thieves or murderers, as long as they don't try to steal from him, or murder him. He appears to lack a conscience and to rarely feel any kind of remorse for his actions. In reality, he does feel remorse, but he rationalizes it. He does have a sense of right and wrong but it's fairly skewed and malleable depending on whether he can rationalize the wrong, and his general mood.

He has incredibly intense emotions. He has a temper. A fairly explosive temper. Sometimes he can control it, sometimes he can't. It really just depends on the mood that he's in and what's happened before hand. It's not an easy thing for him to control. He doesn't have that much restraint over his strong fight impulse. All of his life he's been taught to fight and that's what he'll fall back on. He's scary when he looses his temper. His eyes turn hard and cold, he shakes a little, he'll ball his fists and he tends to lash out physically. There's no way to calm him down. Trying to calm him, only makes him angrier. He has to calm down slowly, independently and naturally. That being said he's actually aware of when his temper is creeping up on him, aware enough to give warnings and if he's able or willing, to remove himself from people or push people away from him.

Street fighting is his life. He is really really good at it. He is incredibly strong, and he has the ability to completely narrow his focus to one person, even in a room full of people. He doesn't get distracted easily. Getting distracted usually means injury, or worse, death. It's something that he's trained himself not to do. When he's fighting, his temper is even harder to control. It takes something to set him off, but control is just non existent in that situation. It tends to throw him into a rage and he can literally pummel the person that he's fighting, to death. It's happened before. It is not something that he takes pleasure in doing. But, again, he rationalizes it. It's the consequence of a fight and you accept the possible consequences when you fight.

History:

So a quick history....born to Reve Daws and Mira Gallant. Though, he's never met his father. Raised by his Mira in the cesspool in Lower Corus. Like any kid who grew up in the cesspool, life was hard. He grew up getting into scraps, which as he grew older, turned into full on fights. This didn't go unnoticed by those involved in the street fighting scene, and when he was ten years old he was recruited, so to speak, as an errand boy for a bookie. When he was around twelve they began training him and teaching him how to fight properly.

His mother became sick with pneumonia when Reve was thirteen years old. She died, though not without a fight. He was on his own from then on. Occasionally, he had people check on him to make sure that he was surviving. Other than that, he was left to fend for himself. At the age of fourteen he started fighting competitively. It was a bit of a disaster to begin with. He lost his first few matches badly, as is expected when a fourteen year old takes on adult fighters. But, he kept improving and within two years he was winning more matches than he lost. He's now at the point in his career where he's earned himself a reputation as a good fighter and the respect of his fellow fighters. He's successful enough to earn enough money to move out of the cesspool and to live well. He simply chooses not to.

Likes: Fighting obviously, the occasional whiskey, Lower Corus, living alone, the rain, fighting in the rain, winning, honesty, the stars, sleeping, night, music, eating until he's full and then sleeping, birdsong in the morning, exchanging verbal blows with other people.

Dislikes: losing, being woken, being kept awake, summer, not getting enough sleep, fish, apples, any kind of nut, most animals, distractions, change, physical contact, magic, anything magical, not being able to defend himself.