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Overview
Dalvin is the name of the Director of Cane Creek Country Club, known to be a Mage who wears fabulously exquisite, high fashion - usually of the business suit variety. Outside of that, not a lot is known for sure about him. There are individuals who might know about more than others, but in general, his cards are kept close to his chest, though he's likely to have an ace or two up his sleeve at every given moment.
Friendly and engaging, he's usually pretty open and inviting to people that he comes across, though his motives and intentions sometimes seem a bit unreadable, which sometimes works against him. He's happy to engage in discussion about pretty much any topic, but has a penchant for asking probing questions regarding personality, morality, and the inner workings of what makes people tick.
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Mage:
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An Akashayana in sheep's clothing
Dalvin has been in the city for a very long while, but has been absent on study and travels for years at a time. Most recently, he has been around but has stayed very distant from the other Mages, making no contact for the last two years or so until the strange storm. He's maintained a veneer of style and sophistication in maintaining his day job and has not been actively hostile to anyone, mages included, but he's recently returned to getting engaged in city affairs and that comes with its own very specific dangers. He may need to become his old self again very soon.
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Shifter:
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Shadow Lord Kin
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C4:
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Director of Cane Creek
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Solutions:
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You got problems? I got... less.
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Working out:
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You gotta hit this new gym
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Cooperation:
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If we could just all work together...
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Akashayana:
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A Wu Lung? Yep. Deal.
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City Secrets:
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But they're secrets for a reason
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Beauforts:
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You forget about the Families?
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Jack-of-All-Trades:
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I know what you know. Kinda.
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Crucible Pyramid:
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Athleticism hard check.
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Do:
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A fear. A primal fear...
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Description
Dalvin cuts a striking figure, a masterclass in sartorial elegance and understated opulence. His suit, crafted from the rare and exquisite Vicuna wool, exudes an almost ethereal softness, the dark grey fabric shimmering subtly under lights. The jacket, tailored to perfection, accentuates his broad shoulders and tapers smoothly down to his narrow waist, where it meets a matching vest that fits like a second skin. Each button on the vest is a small work of art, platinum discs engraved with intricate patterns that catch the light with every movement.
His tie, a deep, regal purple, is flawlessly knotted and adorned with a sleek platinum tie bar that holds it in place just above the vest. A vibrant handkerchief peeks out from his breast pocket, folded with precision into a neat puff, its rich hues of purple and gold complementing the tie and adding a splash of color to the ensemble. On his right lapel, a delicate mandala pin, also in platinum, serves as a subtle nod to his training, the intricate design offering a quiet contrast to the otherwise bold and modern look.
The overcoat draped over his shoulders is a masterpiece of cashmere, its weight and warmth almost palpable. The coat’s inner lining is a riot of color, a swirling vortex of purples and golds that mirrors the cosmic chaos he keeps hidden beneath his composed exterior. Hanging from one of his belt loops is an oversized platinum wallet chain, its links thick and heavy, connecting to another belt loop above the back pocket. The chain sways rhythmically as he walks, adding a touch of juxtaposition to his otherwise polished appearance.
Dalvin’s belt, another piece of fine craftsmanship, features a stylized platinum buckle shaped like a complex geometric design, almost like a sigil, reflecting his deep connection to the arcane. His cufflinks, set with flawless amethysts, glint alongside the black diamond-studded bracelet wrapped around his wrist, both pieces catching the light with every gesture. Every detail of Dalvin’s attire speaks to a man who is not only aware of his power but revels in it, presenting an image that is as enigmatic as it is commanding.
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