Asvaldus, at one point or another in his life, decided to be as un-Drowly as he possibly could. He's bright-faced, often with a wry smile and a cocktail in his hand. He's often floating between Sinfar's more hidden establishments, occasionally playing guitar or singing to captive audiences.

Asvaldus, under his sweet exterior, hides a troubled self. When not partying, he's alone in his writing and withdrawn from his world. His athletic, limber body is well-suited for exploration of rougher terrain; which might be due to the numbers of faded scars and tattoos of cruel owners from an equally cruel past.

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