Ava Thjofur

The crusty ranger who has now betrayed the party and goes out on her own...

Description:

Appearance/Equipment:
Ava Thojfur does not have the best of first impressions. Standing five foot three inches, she’s not going to win any intimidation battles, unless against a gnome or halfling. However, her build and the way she holds herself speaks differently. She has an air of confidence around her and she seems well at ease in her own body. Her skin is tan and weathered for a person of her age, as if she has not spent much time indoors. Not the cleanest or most composed of folk, her hair is tied back in a mohawk of braids that are near dreads and reek of filth and ill-treatment. The color of said hair is questionable, though you believe you see pops of a sandy brown beneath the grime and what might also be blood. She has a very old burn scar that runs from her throat up her neck and into her hairline. Though the rest of her may be a bit grimey, her leather armor looks well-oiled and maintained and a mottle of greens, grays and browns make up the rest of her wardrobe. At her side, a simple mace, though the tips look dulled from use and at her back a quiver full of arrows and an unstrung longbow. If you find a way to make it past this mess of a person and look at her face, you fill find dull green eyes, and a plain face, somewhat entirely forgettable.

Personality:
Ava is not a very deep individual. With goals on survival and a fairly brutish demeanor, some might mistake her for a barbarian. She is quick to judge and short of temper, messy and ill-mannered. Sometimes acting more child than adult and more animal than human. She’s curious about the natural world and can be viewed as a bit odd by others of a more learned stature. She enjoys hobbies that keep her fingers and thoughts occupied, such as manipulating coins with slight of hand, or fletching and constructing arrows. As these activities help her with not remembering the daydreams of drowning that she sometimes slips into. As for her regular dreams, well lets just say this girl sleeps like a rock. On the topic of gender, it could not be said that Ava is “girly”. Her hair’s a mess because she doesn’t know how to take care of it, her nail beds are full of grime and blood and look as though they haven’t been cleaned in ages and she cannot say that she has ever worn a garment that didn’t include pants. However all of this doesn’t mean that she’s not personable with other humanoids, she’s friendly enough, but she’s easily gullible and so being burned more than once, looks at everything with an untrustworthy eye.

Bio:

Fun Facts:

  • Hometown: Secomber
  • Ava celebrates her birthday on Midsummer. When she was found by Roswen and her mother, she didn’t know what a birthday was. One Midsummer when she was young, she heard people discussing birthdays and asked what it was. Completely aghast that she had never been celebrated, Eleanor and Roswen quickly turned their Midsummer celebration into an Ava celebration.
  • Ava doesn’t give much stock to the gods, but while in training to become a ranger, her mistress did teach her about Meilikki. So Ava will occasionally offer up tribute, prayer or thanks to this one Goddess.
  • Ava is a springwarden in the Emerald Enclave, under the sponsorship of Lux.

History:
Ava spent much of her childhood on the streets, her parents long dead from some sweeping disease that ran its course through the poor of the city. She didn’t mourn them though, how could she? She barely knew they existed, if not for the fact that she lived as proof. She stole and lied and in her heart of hearts wanted to become a proper thief and join the guild. Although her what you could say “foster parent” did everything in her power to curb this behavior. A young herbalist and her tiefling daughter took Ava in after she got caught stealing a pie off a ledge. They cleaned her up and took care of her for awhile, trying unsuccessfully to teach her some manners. However, the daughter, Roswen, and Ava became fast friends even for all their differences. When she was 11, a dragon came to city she lived in. Ava didn’t know why, but the city was soon overrun with cruel men and dragonfire. Her city fell and she found herself running for her life from the fire that consumed the surroundings. A tumble from a ledge ended with her nearly drowning in the adjacent river until she fell unconscious on top of some floating debris. She had no idea what happened to her friend or adoptive mother.

Some miles down the river, she was fished out by a female ranger, who took her in. Ava was taken on as an apprentice and lived out her teenage years fairly uneventfully. When she was 21, an argument with her mentor lead her to wander into the nearby city alone. After drinking a little too much in a nearby tavern she was kidnapped and sold to a slaver ship. When she woke, she found herself bound and gagged with a hood over her head. Buckets of water were poured over her head as the mistress of the slave ship sought to break her spirit or perhaps have just a little bit of fun, Ava was never sure.

The slaver’s ship was shipwrecked halfway through the journey and once again Ava was tossed into an unforgiving body of water, only just managing to make it to shore. She woke the next morning after a sharp pinch on the nose notified her that she was in a crab’s way and he took offense to it. The sand around her showed no sign of the mistress, but there were dead bodies of the crew and a few half conscious ones as well, though she quickly took care of that mistake. Collasping once again with exhaustion, Ava dreamed of her mentor and the idle thought that she would die crossed her mind.

When she woke next she was in the wing of a large Temple of a god she was not familiar with. Although that wasn’t too much of a surprise since she had never been very religious. They patched her up and sent her on her way. After the near death experience, Ava remembered her dear friend and wondered what had become of her. She travelled back towards her hometown, stopping in a nearby city and getting a drink, where she noticed a brute pulling out a lock of bright pink hair and bragging about this tiefling who was a real “demon in the sheets”. Ava immediately decked him and pulled him out into the streets where she held a dagger to his throat and interrogated him. A short walk, a slit throat and a toss into a nearby river later, Ava started tracking down Roswen in earnest. It took her awhile, but she finally found her friend, secluded in the forest…

After a happy reunion, Ava set forth with convincing Roswen to join her in her quest for revenge. Revenge against the dragon that destroyed their town, revenge against the people who wronged them (although the one who plagued Roswen already was dealt with), revenge against whatever she could find honestly. She was restless and anxious, dealing with her fears and doubts in her own abilities. Weeks turned into months and finally she wore her down… although Ava was actually starting to cave in the opposite direction, and was getting used to living in the small cottage with her best friend. But as stubborn as she was, couldn’t backtrack when all of the sudden Ros wanted to go.

Somewhere along the way, as Ros is wont to do, they picked up some strays, Lux the voluptuous barbarian and a small boy. With puppy dog eyes from Ros and a large sigh from Ava, they decided to escort the boy with Lux to Waterdeep. Ava mostly stayed quiet, except for lighthearted flirting here and there, but Ros was enraptured by the faction that Lux was part of… and suddenly Ava found out that they were joining. That was before Ava found out she was going to be saddled with an inept bard named Phoenix.

Six months later, they find themselves in Greenest, surveying a town in flames and a dragon circling overhead. Everything Ava had almost forgotten in those months in the woods came rushing back. She had to help and she had to rid the world of the scourge that is dragon kind, whether they be half, ancestor or otherwise. She doesn’t care about metallic vs. chromatic, a drop of blood or veins rushing full of it, dragons deserve to be dead and nothing more. Discovering that people serve the foul beasts has done nothing but stoke the embers of revenge in her heart into a raging wildfire.

That’s why when the group decided to save a clutch of black dragon eggs rather than destroy them, Ava knew what she had to do… She had to save Roswen and the group from themselves and destroy them herself, even if it meant that they would hate her.

Ava’s Playlist

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