Full Name: Lexavriel
Nicknames: Lex
Date of Birth:
Age: Old enough and older than one may assume.
Race: Kaoda’dal
Sex: Male
Hair: Long; the color of wheat, usually bound in a club at the nape of his neck
Skin: Alabastor
Eyes: gold
Height: As tall as a Kaoda’dal can be
Weight/Body Type: lean, sturdy and poised like a Priest.

Place of Residence: South Qeynos, Lion’s Mane Inn
Place of Birth: Unknown
Known Relatives: none known
Religion/Philosophy: Follower of the Prime Healer, Rodcet Nife
Occupation: Priest

Server: Antonia Bayle
Guild affiliation: Restoration
Guild Rank:
Enemies: None
Friends: many, and most he will not advertise due to their city affiliation and questionable affairs.

Likes: Enjoys life outside the Temple, carpentry, keeping a regular vigil, painting and sketching
Favorite Foods: Sweet breads, fowl, fruits.. anything beyond the simple bread and water that the Temple serves.
Favorite Drinks: Milk, juice, the occasional wine or honey meade, although he rarely actually drinks much.
Favorite Colors: yellow, blues, crisp whites and the occasional dark silks
Weapons of Choice: He prefers to be free of violence and weapons unless absolutely necessary. Then he uses the power of spell blessed by his God.

Dislikes: Blatant disrespect to anyone, especially women

Hobbies: Painting, sketching, carpentry and keeping a vigil to Rodcet.

Physical Features: His features are sharp, distinctive of the Kaoda’Dal. His hair is long, to his waist, yet usually bound in a club at the nape of his neck. When loose it reaches far down his back. He stands straight and tall at all times with his hands clasped at his back. He can hold a still stance easily and shows little emotion. His eyes are narrow and match the color of the sun.

Special Abilities: Healing Hands that are always cool to the touch.

Positive Personality Traits: Respectful of all people. Well mannered and non-judgmental and quiet

Negative Personality Traits: Shy, quiet and usually a loner

Misc. Quirks: He is uncomfortable around talks of the sexual nature and around women in general. He has a tendency to turn all shades of red when put on the spot or embarrassed. One brow holds an odd quirk when he is curious or confused. And his smile is an awkward one.

Played by What Famous Person:

Theme Songs:

Professions: Carpenter and Cleric

History: Sent to live at the Tempe at an early age, an age beyond recollection, he was raised in the most strict of ways as a Cleric, taught that celibacy was the key to purity and truth. It would provide a distraction free life, allowing him to serve Rodcet to the fullest. He took his vows seriously and kept them. He still holds his values close and believes what he was taught by the Temple to be truth. He, only recently, began his journeys outside the City to much of the Temple’s dislike.

Due to his recent life choices, the Temple calls him back in an attempt to keep him within their service as they always intended. He does not show it, but he is in a constant struggle with himself and those that raised him.

Written inside one of Taryil's many books, most certainly the one she calls her Diary, with each letter flowing in smooth purple ink.

Lexavriel.

So many things I could say here, some of them I shouldn't dare pen down. But I can't help but write something in his name. I admire his discipline at times, especially in these passing days. His ability to be above petty drama, that so many others are drawn to. He is respectable like that.

But so very naive at other times, I do not think I know anyone who blushes as much as he does. It's endearing, sweet really. I do wonder what is on his mind a lot. It's a wonder I haven't gotten fed up thinking about it and simply -trying- to figure it out.

I would never allow harm to come to him if I could help it, he is precious to me in a way I can't really explain. I fear that I exploit his good will too much though, and for what?

Gods only know.

Jas sits stumming lightly on a guitar, humming softly to a song she plays.

"Oh? Lex ... busy one tha' lot. Good lot tho. Best ta' 'ave on yer side ya... 'ealer an' all. Works at th'temple n' Qe'nos. Met 'im n'th Raven long back ... was sittin' playin jes' like now. 'E seemed ta like me playin' I member oft asked me ta play a lul'by as 'e layed outside n'th summer an' slept. Odd ya.. but look at me ya? Crazy as th'come I is.

Goes back to huming softly for a few moments, fingers dancing over the strings as she closes her eyes and pictures what she plays - you can almost see the image! She speaks again, softly ...

Lex is one tha' should ever call fer m'elp I'd come running..err.. flutterin'. An' should know tha' n'Qeynos th'butterflys keeps eye 'n 'im. Can ner 'ave ta many watchin' yer back. Good friend 'E is.. good friend ... Funny ta watch drink tho... tried 'im a shot o' whiskey once... 'bout popped a cog 'E did... 'E's na like th' O'er 'Dals .. prime n'snooty ... 'E acutally comes down ta talk to th' wee folk we is... s'nice ta talk s'equels an' na as lesser or 'igher. 'E can tell a tale too. S'good times ... good times...

She goes back to struming the guitar in her lap softly ...huming again ... lost in some poetic bard phase out... loosing herself in the music.