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Kvothe has a minion!

Chandrian the Dark Thing in a Box




Kvothe
Legacy Name: Kvothe


The Custom Sun Demi
Owner: STAY

Age: 3 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 2nd, 2020

Adopted: 3 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 2nd, 2020

Statistics


  • Level: 8
     
  • Strength: 17
     
  • Defense: 15
     
  • Speed: 15
     
  • Health: 15
     
  • HP: 15/15
     
  • Intelligence: 89
     
  • Books Read: 88
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

"The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple of hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

"The Thunder" I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age.

I've never thought of "The Broken Tree" as very significant. Although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic.

My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.

But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant "to know."

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.


- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss -

Overlay by Necolasa.

Pet Treasure


Behind the Scenes of Harvest Plays

Wretched Trunk

Silver Short Sword

Tinkerers Knapsack

Broken Wagon Wheel

Compendium of Names to Know

Stage Makeup Kit

Gray Winters Cloak

Bottled Autumn Wind

Hoofers of the Fashionable Satyr

Raiders Folly

Goldie

Expert Tinkerers Tools

Lute Tuning Peg

Bottled Wind

Book of Demonic Names

Block of Granite

Dancing Troupe Costume Trunk

Jubilant Juggling Balls

Emerald Winters Cloak

Mandolin

Small Wooden Keg

Cask of Rum

Battered and Broken Wheel

Black Inkwell

Steel Dip Pen

Pet Friends