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Travis Angus Dyer

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Travis is relatively short compared to the height of an average man across Narathos, though compared to the people from Dedirith, he is of perfect height. He is 5'8" at the age of 22.
Travis has relatively short and straight brown hair with red and orange undertones, which often impedes his line of sight. He has brown eyes that usually look upon the world with a frown.
His expressions are rarely of genuine mirth, and most of the time is set in a mischievous smirk.
Travis is very pale, more pale than the snow found in the northern regions of the mountains of Nyedra. This comes from living within in a city that is not unlike a giant cave ever since birth.
As for his clothing, he has a certain soft spot for things that contain buckles. That being said, all that he wears tends to have at least three different buckles somewhere or another, and there is always that one buckle that he wears around his left arm right beneath his shoulder.
As for his pants, they usually have one buckle around his waist—in addition to his two belts—and two buckles on each pant leg to keep them wherever he wants them to be.
And his shoes are little boots that come up mid-calf, made of a thick material from the hide of the commonly hunted snow beast in the same mountains Nyedra. They too, have buckles.
Lastly, he wears a certain blue scarf loosely around his neck. He had found it one morning long ago, laying right next to him, clean and neatly folded, and has never been seen with it off ever since. He thinks nothing more of it, though he gets quite defensive when someone tries to take it off, or even talk about the topic of the scarf itself.

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Travis is a cynical man chock full of sarcastic and witty remarks. Whatever a person can say, he can always rebut, usually in a dark tone, but witty nonetheless. He likes to share what he doesn't like, more so than what he does.
Rarely is there an expression of sincerity on his face, especially of a sincere smile. And even more rarely so is there an expression of soft innocence or anything like such. Actually, suffice to say that such an expression is foreign to him. Absolutely foreign, and he had such an expression before.
Travis likes using the word "b*****d" and will find multiple occasions to use it, even if it made no improvements to mood nor conversation. In fact, if it worsened the mood, he would be more compelled to use it or his witty and sarcastic remarks.
Travis has a lot of pride in what he does, and though he is often tough to get along with, he works well and is focused when he needs to be. He is serious about what he does and will see the project through to the end.
Travis, despite being so cynical, is actually quite honest, though he never is in a situation where he needs to be. He usually finds no reason to lie, and will only lie if he wants to protect someone, though he's never really had anyone to protect, since few people even have the time to bother or worry about William and Him.
Travis can often come off as lazy, but he actually is a hard worker. He might sometimes even do things unexpected of him, such as a random act of kindness, but of course, he'd pass it off sarcastically as something else, or pretend that it was only for his own convenience.

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Travis was born in the dark shadows of Dedirith and was abandoned by both of his parents well before he could gain any memory of them. He has never met either of his parents since, and really has no interest in finding them either.

Not soon after, Travis was picked up by a boy that was only six years older than he was. And so, for a time, he lived in Dedirith in the safety of that boy. A nine-year-old and a three-year-old. And living in safety in Dedirith was saying quite a bit about this nine-year-old's abilities in self defense and independence in living.

Travis also picked up those skills, and the two made quite a team when Travis gained a little age. The older boy then managed to tuck away illegally on an airship to Skadi, one of the commercial centers of Narathos. There they lived for about three years together.

But when that boy reached the age of sixteen, he left Travis one morning without a word. Up until then, Travis had thought that his life would forever be spent with this person, whose name escapes him, even until this day. Since he had no recollection of his parents, that boy was the only person he ever remembered that he lived with.

For the next few years, Travis lived alone. Skadi was nothing like Dedirith, and Travis was thankful for that. He remembered the dangerous streets and dark sinister shadows of Dedirith all too well. Skadi was nothing like that. Living in Skadi was so much safer than living in Dedirith, though the people who have never seen Dedirith would probably think otherwise.

When Travis turned twelve, he started his attempt to find a job. Sure, he was quite young, and no one was interested in an apprentice that was younger than fifteen, but Travis tried and tried again to prove that he was different that most other twelve-year-olds.

Eventually, Travis found work in one of the airship ports, just being an errand boy. And that was where he found his calling as a mechanic. He fell in love with the inner workings of both the wonderful air machines and cars. From then on, he started trying to improve his jobs in the direction of mechanic.

Sometime during all of this, Travis encountered William. William had been hanging around the port area at the same place all day, just staring at Travis intently. Eventually, Travis approached him with a stolid expression when his job for the day finished. He just took one look at William and nodded, not saying much else. William then followed him ever since, and Travis himself hadn't learned much about the boy save that he was thirteen years younger than Travis was.
Travis had found him when he was five, and Travis eighteen.

By now, Travis had gained quite a reputation as a good mechanic, though he had no aspiration to have to deal with all the customers that a mechanic had to. He just wanted to do the job, not have to deal with all that stupid paperwork.

Three and a half years later, he found himself unemployed. He wandered Skadi for a while with William, not sure what to do. He stole to live, and found that he could actually live quite well like that, though it was far from comfortable.

Then, one fateful day, he happened to walk past Armando's storefront and caught sight of the help wanted sign. He looked up at the shop's name. It was a large garage after all. "Armando's Mechanical Designs and Repairs." Sounded promising enough to him.

тʜɑт тʜɑт ɪ ʟɪκε
ilike✓ Vegetables
ilike✓ Cats
ilike✓ Mechanical engineering

тʜɑт тʜɑт ɪ ʜɑтε
ihate✗ The world
ihate✗ Overly happy people
ihate✗ Being unemployed
ihate✗ Working any job that doesn't involve mechanics

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Travis is relaxed by the sound of ticking clocks.