Rarovan is about what you might expect of a 24 year old fighter. He generally is pretty well-aware of who he is, and tends to have a brash, almost brazen demanor. He wasn't raised to know the subtle social edicts of society, he was taught how to use his sword to best achieve success in the field he dominated in.<br/><br/>He's not overly critical, nor is he overly judgmental. He'd not particularly adept at talking to women, but he seemed to take a liking, and they to him, enough that he'd be useful to their group. Already though is he straining; the constant presence of females has not gone well on him. He spends most of his night sitting  there quietly, not really having much to say, and only having a few stuttering remarks when he was asked a question or approached. In combat he was courageous, as those were situations he knew how to deal with. Though his blade was sharp, his mind was slowly on a down-ward trend. Constantly having to gawk at the nakedness, and with his keen hearing, was tortured somewhat by the lovemaking of the two sisters. It wasn't truly awful, and they may have even asked for him to join. But these were all his thoughts, not an actual reflection of what the group's mentality was.<br/><br/>He would go out of his way to protect them, as that was the job he seemed most capable of doing. In fact the combat was his favorite part of this whole expedition they were taking, as it was the time where he could show them his true abilities.. Since after all everytime they pitched camp he was suddenly lost and hopeless. Even being as intelligent as he was, he really just had no hope of talking to any of these girls.<br/><br/>His life was raised around men, and as such, he understood them far better then the opposite sex. He could recount over 500+ duels between prestigious warriors, and this is to further emphasize the point, he rarely, if ever, spoke with women. The guys from the guild always "took care of that" for him..