DA Character Sheet

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Lavi "Bookman Jr."

Attributes
Age:	24	"We're not their allies. We're only involved... in order to record history. A Bookman has no need for a heart."
Race:	Human
Class:	Mage
Specialization:	Blood Mage
Height:	6'1"
Appearance:	Outfit 1 | Outfit 2

AU Summary

They say it’s like dreaming. One day you wake up and your life before then is gone, just a collection of watery imprints on your memory. Others say it’s like dying. You take a breath and even though the same lungs take another breath, it’s not you. You’re gone. You’re someone else now. Lavi thinks they’re both a little right and a little wrong. Because it is like dying, but it’s also like a dream, and it’s stepping through the Fade one moment and leaving as someone else. It feels weird, at first. Tingles. Your mind wants to hold onto the bits and pieces, so it’s a struggle. The new you is groggy. But the new you wakes up, becomes the regular you. And the old you? Well, they don’t go away completely. They can’t. So instead they get small, real small, in the corner of your mind. Lavi would make it sound simple, if he was allowed to talk about it. They -- the Bookmen -- they box up everything that makes them a person and put it away. Stuff it in the attic. They can’t get rid of it so they put up a door and seal it tight between one log and the next. That’s what they call their lives. Logs. Myths created out of men to blend into history so they can watch it and keep their lore. They can’t forget about their mission, so they don’t let the magic take it all out. Just the unimportant parts. The compassion. The mercy. The feeling. And when all those things are gone, they take the rest and pack them neatly in their logs, recording the winds of change without ever feeling their breeze. They are, after all, lorekeepers above all else. They aren’t meant to influence the grand stage -- just to watch it and leave a record behind for future disciples. Of course, Lavi would be making it sound nobler than it is. It’s blood magic, but the enthrallment is turned in. They sustain their own enchantment, hollowing themselves out and sundering their ties to the Fade. Not quite tranquility, but not far. And it hurts when they do it. A lot. They fight it, because when it’s actually happening, it’s more like dying than a dream, and no one wants to die. But eventually, the fear goes away and leaves them with a dusty box to add to the attic. You forget the moments, but you keep the history. The way it should be. Except, Lavi isn’t quite how he should be. When he discards those unimportant parts, they come back, and it’s like dying all over again. Each time his enthrallment ends, that stopgap personality -- the person he might’ve become, in another life -- gets a little bigger. A little fuller. It’s almost a shame, he’d say, that the blood magic will kill him well before he meets the almost-person he could be. But he’d be wrong. The templars are far more likely to do the job first.

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