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!colspan=2|N`vek Golan
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<small>A squidling.</small>
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|WIDTH="35%" | Homeland: || Wasteland]]
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|Job: || Errand boy, fisher
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|Status: || Citizen
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|Title: || N/a
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|Marital Status: || Single
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==Background==
N`vek was born in a small coastal village with the name Kevan, the boy always seemed to have an affinity for water, what some would go so far  as to call a Gift. Even as a young boy, Kevan could always locate prime fishing and crabbing spots and never seemed to get lost amidst the  cliffs and sands. Like most male children of the village, Kevan was expected to pull his own weight and was trained on how to fish not long  after he was walking and talking. Kevan showed great skill at an almost supernatural level, the excitable and open little boy even claiming  that the water was talking to him. Such claims were of course dismissed as a young boy's fantasies.
 
When Kevan was about six years old, his older brother, Adder visited. Eager to show him around to all his favorite fishing spots and how good  he was, Kevan convinced Adder to head down to the coast with him. Somewhere along the walk Kevan got separated from his older brother. The  boy was utterly confused. He was lost. How could this be? He never got lost. He knew these sands and cliffs like they were a friend. Kevan  called and called for his brother, close to tears. He couldn't hear the ocean's voice. Everything was unfamiliar. Scared, Kevan started  calling out for his brother and wandering further and further down the coast.
 
Kevan soon came across a small cottage that he could not recall  having ever come across before. Then the old woman appeared. Right away Kevan didn't like her. She felt wrong, as though the air around her  was sour, and even the plants seemed to wither. She moved closer and took Kevan by the arm.
"I'll get you home, Dearie." She punctuated her sentence with a sharp squeeze to Kevan's arm and started pulling him along as she walked.  "You really should not be out alone, boy. Especially around these parts. People have gone made and gotten lost in the dunes. They see things  that aren't there."
"I'm fine!" Kevan insisted. "I know my way better than most men grown!" There was a cheerful kiddy pride in the boy's voice.
"And how is that, Little Ser?" The old woman asked with a smile that looked far too large for her face and there was something wrong with how  she said Little Ser.
"The water tells me." Kevan answered with the innocent bluntness only a six year old could muster.
"Then why were you wondering so aimlessly?" Her grip on Kevan's arm tightened and that smiled looked all the more horrible.
"Because... it stopped... It's all quiet." Realization hit the young boy hard. He was lost and nothing looked familiar because the ocean was  silent. The sands were silent. The cliffs. Everything. But only the inside voices. The waves still crashed against the cliffs and shore, the  wind still howled as it blew the dune grasses.
"Innate Magic Users." The old woman spat. "Think they're better than normal folk. Quirk of birth, mistake of the gods. Cheating your way into  skills Good people, Normal people take years to master. You're just a little abomination on the inside, Boy. And soon everyone will see it and know the truth." Her fingers were were gripped painfully tight around Kevan's arm. She whispered words the boy did not understand.
It was finally too much for Kevan, and  he pulled away from her with a sharp tug and a frightened scream before he took off running, the boy didn't even care that in pulling away from the woman she'd  left four long scratches down his arm. Kevan just continued to run until the surroundings were once again familiar and he spotted his  brother.
All thoughts of fishing or playing in the shallows left Kevan's mind as he jumped into his brother's arms and told him about the scary woman in terrified gasps. A search was put out for the woman, but nothing was found. No witch. No cottage. The claim was dismissed by a young boy's imaginings by nightfall though Kevan wasn't a boy known to lie and the marks on his arm could only have been made by a human. Dismissed until the next morning, when the first of the changes happened...
The first changes were small, but steadily increased. Kevan's fingers and toes gained a webbing between the digits. His flesh paled, then discolored. He drank more often. He tired in the sun quickly and his skin grew sensitive. A connection was found out between Kevan using his special skills and stronger changes occurring. Kevan went from being a happy and open boy to withdrawn and shy. A fishing prodigy to a secret. Kevan stayed indoors and didn't draw attention to himself. His former abilities withered, whether conscious non usage or a part of his curse no one could tell, and yet the changes persisted and even increased in speed and severity. His hair and nails fell out, gills sprouted, his mouth changed. His eyes changed, and finally... the tentacles grew from his back.
The latest changes were too much for Kevan and he didn't want to be a burden anymore, the curse showed no sign of stopping and until it could be stopped or reversed he was useless. So one day in mid autumn, Kevan ran away from home and took the name N`vek, feeling the strange sounding word was better befitting to a creature like himself until help could be found. 
==Description==
N`vek's body has been drastically altered to something near equally human and something akin to a cephalopod. Tall and lanky, The boy looks a  bit stretched out. His limbs and torso seeming to be slightly more elongated than the average person, adding to the illusion that he is  taller than he really is. His skin is fair with an orange cast to it with a dusting of white speckles and blue marks around his eyes.  Although he can change his color at will. N`vek's flesh feels slippery and squishy to the touch, slightly clammy but far from slimy. His eyes  are black and bulbous, head slightly larger than his proportions would make one think. He lacks nails and hair. The bottom of his feet and  his palms are lined with minuscule suckers. And of course, the quartet of tentacles emerging from his back each one lined with two rows of  suckers. It's hard to tell given his alien appearance but, N`vek looks around the mid to late teens.
==Current==
N`vek barely made it to Myrken Town and the Broken Dagger before the snows of winter appeared. He was reunited with his brother, though Adder was still wary of his little brother's altered appearance. The Dragoness, Drache was able to identify the curse and lift it from N`vek. The curse latched onto and corrupted the boy's natural abilities. Drache was unable to restore the boy to a human appearance as corrupted Gift or not, the squid-like appearance was a part of the boy. He is no longer getting any worse and feels better than he has in ages. Only time will tell if his lost abilities return. N`vek is currently learning to use the bow and feeling of use again and hopes to go back into fishing and learn pearl diving and maybe even sailing.
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